Chapter 1:

(AN: So this is my first ever fanfiction and it was just kinda stuck in my head. Reviews are welcome and greatly appriciated, flames not desired but it'll give me something to laugh at because I do this for me not for you. Right now I'm thinking it will be a one or two shot depending on what you guys want, otherwise I can start something else- ideas can go in reviews. Thanks you for reading and remember- Reviews help me grow!)

Disclaimer: Ugh do I look like JK Rowling to you? No? Then why would I own Harry Potter?

"You lied." A small voice echoed across the table. Startled, Harry looked up from the beginning of term feast he had been pretending to eat. It's not like he wasn't starving, he was, but the little amount of food he'd been given at the Dursleys had shrunk his stomach. He wouldn't be able to actually eat without throwing up for weeks.

"What?" He said hoarsely, glancing at the small first year girl. She stared back stubbornly. "You lied. My daddy says it's bad to lie. My daddy says if I had lied anymore I coulda died."
Harry paled. No way! No one had figured it out the entire time he'd been at Hogwarts, surely this first year had no clue. "What," he said hesitantly, "exactly did I lie about?"

By now the entire hall was quiet, watching this small first year accuse the "Great Harry Potter."

She stood up straighter. "Your family."

At this Malfoy burst out laughing across the hall. "What? Is poor Potter not really a half-blood? Is he a mudblood now?" He sneered.

Ignoring him, the girl continued on, stepping closer to Harry. "My mom was the same," she said quietly. "If you would tell someone, they could help."

At this Harry stood, shaking his head rapidly, he inched backward from the table, towards the doors. He looked on the verge of tears. Instantly Fred and George were at his side, steadying him, supporting him, and glaring at the girl. How could she do this to their Harry? She saw it was hurting him!
The crowd stayed silent, was there truly something happening to their so called hero they weren't aware of?

Harry stood, frozen to his spot. No one was meant to find out- they weren't supposed to find out. He really was a failure. He couldn't even keep this a secret and now his uncle was going to kill him.

The first year stepped forward, "take them off." The crowd listening frowned in confusion, take what off? "Please? I went through the same thing. I know how you feel."

Harry was shaking on his spot, tears streaming down his face. The twins hold tightened in Harry and they pulled him into a hug. "What is she talking about Harry?" Fred whispered.

Harry resumed shaking his head, even faster. "Nothing. She doesn't know what she's taking about!"
"Harry," George said gently, "you can trust us." Reaching forward he tilted Harry's head up so he was looking him in the eyes. "We're your family."

Tears fell anew from Harry's eyes.
"Take off your glamours Harry." She spoke again startling the group.

"Glamours?" George's head whipped back to Harry. "What have you been hiding from us?"

Harry's face burned in shame. The group completely forgot their audience as he answered. "My relatives don't like me," he whispered.

Malfoy scoffed to himself. Sure "perfect prince Potter" wasn't liked. Whatever. He wasn't alone in these thoughts either, but the other Gryffindors (minus one first year) were confused.

"Ok," Fred drew out the word.
"So what does that mean?" George finished.

Snape, finally having enough, stormed forward. "Rule breaking already Mr Potter? Glamour magic is frowned upon. Do as she says and take them off and I won't take many points."

Harry stared at Snape, mouth agape. "Sir, that's not fair! Term hasn't even started!" Turning to the first year he shouted, "what right do you have to accuse me of hiding anything? You don't know anything!"

She stared back cool and collected. "I don't know how no ones noticed yet. You're not very subtle about it."

That was the last straw for Harry, and he pivoted on his foot- ready to rush out and leave but found himself restrained by the twins.

"I'm sorry Harry," George started.
"But you're obviously not ok." Fred added.
"This ends now." They finished together.

The first year turned, ignoring her captive audience, to professor Snape. "Can you take off his glamours?" She asked. When he nodded Harry grew more desperate in his attempts to break free of the gentle but firm hold the twins held him in. "No! Please! I'm fine I promise!" When no one responded he continued, "please. Just not here."

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter," Snape said, "but this needs to happen now."

Harry's head hung in defeat. He sagged in their arms. As Snape raised his wand, the crowd watched with baited breath, all thoughts of food forgotten. Even the professors just looked on, but all tables could easily see Professor McGonagall glaring at a serene but serious Dumbledore.

With a single motion Snape ended Harry's spell and revealed the true extent of the damage to the school.

Many were so repulsed at the sight they had to leave the room. But not before Harry was rushed out to the infirmary.

Flesh hung off his back in chunks, raw and bloody from the blade of a whip, words were carved into his chest- a permanent reminder of what his family thought of him. Worthless across his shoulders, trash on his arm, and on his face- a large, jagged "Freak." Bruises decorated the majority of his body and no piece of skin was left untouched. Worse yet was the position his ankle was in. It was obviously broken as well as painful, and clearly made worse from use. There were burns on his hands and cuts on his arms. His ribs stuck out against his skin- malnutrition- and his hair was unkempt and greasy.

With his head still lowered in shame, tears streamed down Harry's face and everyone felt guilty of the horrors inflicted. Hermione turned to Ron, "Why didn't he tell us?"

Ron shook his head, "I don't know Hermione, I don't know."

After he was rushed out, the little first year smiled sadly and sat down. He wouldn't be going back there, at least she was good for something.