AN- This story is a little bit different than your avg. Harry Potter one. Like the title says it is thru a different view.

Looking in thru another Frame

Harry Potter walked to my uncle's house. It was pretty late at night, but I didn't care. It was my birthday and I had actually celebrated right this year by getting smashed and high. It was the only thing that was right in my life right now.

I felt as if anybody I loved or cared about whatsoever would drop dead because of me. It really wasn't an unheard of situation for him either…

I hadn't really gotten many letters this summer, but I knew that letters weren't reliable especially since the burrow was officially serving as the Headquarters for the order of Phoenix. I had gotten a few, though: a letter from Remus concerning his engagement to Trunks, another one from the twins telling me about their shop and how they were having some trouble with the Ministry and their products. You would think they had better things to worry about. But at least I hoped for some since today was my birthday. I had been gone all today, having shrived off my 'chores'.

'Maybe some cake, Hermione isn't a bad cook either.'

I was really surprised I was hoping at all, not a thing I did a lot of now.

'Must be the drunk and baked state of myself' I thought amusedly.

I stood outside my 'residence' wondering whether it was safe to go in. If I waited till morning I would be completely screwed, even though I was sure he already was.

I hesitantly opened the door. An arm shot out and grabbed him, securing me inside the house before locking the door.

My uncle threw me to the floor, and started to kick me in my ribs. It felt more like stomping, though, but I was used to this by now. Finally he finished, gave me a scowl, and reprimanded me for what I did- blah, blah, blah, blah, and blah.

After he went upstairs, I got up and winced. A bit happy that I wasn't in a normal physical state. I quickly went upstairs and found a small pile of presents. One that looked seemingly like cake.

'Looks like I get breakfast tomorrow, good old 'Mione.'

I sat on my bed and tried to sleep, but couldn't. I blame my brain for thinking so much.

'My past sucks, I relive it too much in dreams to think about it when I'm conscious. My present sucks too, but it's not like I want to live like this, but everyone apparently thinks I am safer here. Um… from a insane lunatic trying to kill, so he can take over the world. Or my ability to get beat up by my so called family and care more about escaping reality, than my next meal. I don't which one is safer, it must be one of those picking the lesser of two evils thingies… My future… I either kill a guy or get killed. And I have no real caring family, just friends…. I don't want to sound emo and say my life SUCKS, but it kind of does….. I don't want it to be perfect in no way, but I want it to be better….if that makes any sense at all…'

And with that thought, you could find the boy who lived past out on his small bed, in a house that he was not welcome in.

AN- I hoped you liked, but just to let you know this might not continue. Personally like it the way it is. It lets your imagination take over. Pleaz Review!!! ---luv elie