AN: This is my first story, which I'm mainly using to get better at writing. The title is based on a line from Seel'vor's Harry Potter and the Quantum Leap, and starts in fifth year, where some staff and students of Hogwarts have noticed that something's not right with Harry's living situation, and have decided to do something about it.
Disclaimer: I, [SUBJECT NAME HERE], swear on my life and unfortunate lack of magic that I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter, probably not even this concept, but who knows, and that it is owned by JK Rowling, who (in my honest opinion) accidentally wrote that Harry and Hermione weren't together.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Dursley Eviscerators
Prologue
Harry Potter was upset. Now, that wasn't normally something out of the ordinary, but this level of negative emotion released by the fifteen-year-old manipulated and abused wizard was caused by the events at the Ministry of Magic at the end of his previous year.
Ever since Harry's third year, where deranged prison escapee and mass-murderer Sirius Orion Black was revealed to be Harry's godfather, and have only the escapee part to be true (but even then, he wasn't a convicted prisoner, so it was technically in his rights to walk out, since he never got a trial), Harry spent a good portion of his free time trying to figure out a way to get Sirius exonerated. At the end of Harry's fifth year, all his hard work became for naught, as the Marauder was murdered, sent flying through the Veil of Death in the DoM.
One may wonder why Harry was upset enough that he could create a negative Patronus, if that was possible. It all boils down to the fact that for most of his life up until that point, he was in a cupboard under the stairs. Most of the time when he wasn't confined in his cell, he still had to do menial labour at Durzkaban. It becomes less surprising, when Harry is still at his relatives that he is slightly upset.
To make matters worse, even though the Order of the Phoenix told Vernon and Petunia to give Harry a break, when they got home, he was given the worst beating of his life, courtesy of his uncle Vernon.
"Boy! You are going to pay for making us stand out in public like that! You can't do any of your freakishness, or else you'll get expelled from that blasted school of yours," at this point, Vernon's voice dropped, sounding calm, letting Harry know that he would be very lucky to survive the next hour. "I'm going to have so much fun. You are to go up to your room, and stay there. Understand?" Vernon continued. Harry, not wanting to make his punishment worse, quietly and hastily complied.
After he was up the stairs, Vernon went to the basement, and grabbed the shotgun he had gotten fixed after that freakish unnaturally tall oaf bent it four years ago.
"I've been looking forward to this day. Let's see him go to school with limbs that are more lead than muscle," Vernon thought aloud.
Unknowingly to Vernon Dursley, the small figure eavesdropping had heard enough, and an inaudible popping noise, disappeared.