Disclaimer: I own nothing except part of the story line. However if I did own Harry Potter, Severus would not have died and Dumbledore would have not placed Harry with the Dursleys.
Now on to the story!
A 13-year-old boy sat down on a borrowed bed, his hands running through his dark hair. An owl in the corner hooted softly as if she was trying to comfort her owner. "I messed up big time didn't I Hedwig? I blew up Marge, refused to obey Uncle Vernon and I ran away." Harry Potter said as he lay down, hands folded across his chest. "Hedwig," Harry began "Do you think I'm worthless like Uncle Vernon says I am?" Hedwig hooted in a negative manner signaling a no and Harry laughed tiredly. "I must be desperate for answers if I'm talking to an owl aren't I?" The snow-white owl hooted angrily, sending out the message "No you're not." However, Harry was already asleep. The boy soon began tossing and turning; a prisoner in his memories.
"Freak, monster, abomination!" Vernon Dursley yelled to an eight-year-old Harry. "You don't deny it?" The whale of a man laughed. "It's because you know its true isn't it! You're lucky we decided to keep you. Other families would have tossed you out when they found out that you're a freak." Vernon raised his hand to slap Harry but then lowered it. "No," he breathed, "you're not even worth the energy to hit now."
Harry jerked awake to daylight, his body tensing up as he looked around. The memories of yesterday flooding back into his mind. "Merlin I'm so stupid." The boy-who-lived laid there on the bed and thought about Sirius Black, the escaped convict from Azkaban, wizarding prison. Having forgot what he learned, other than escaping prison, Harry found himself wondering who he killed, how did he break out, and why the minister looked at Harry with pity when he mentioned Black.
Unknown to Harry, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was asking himself if his facial expressions and body language gave off pity for Cornelius believed himself to have a good "poker face" as the muggles say. What the minister did not know about Harry Potter was that Harry had learned to read the slightest amount of facial expression and body language. Harry had learned early on that words and actions were different from each other. He had learned how to tell the truth from lies.
Back in his office, the minister shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Of course he didn't notice, I'm sure of it." He concluded and went back to work. Harry however, was still thinking. Soon his stomach growled and Harry unwillingly got up, changed , and went to breakfast; all the while a little voice in the back of his head told him to go back to sleep and forget the world.
A/N: So here's my story R&R please. Also it will probably be a while until I can get the next chapter up because it's my junior year in high school and everyone knows that it's the hardest year. Thanks