A/N: Hi there, I don't think I'm a good writer so I don't mind flames, but I just had a crave for writing one night and what the heck, I've decided to post it up. So Please R&R-again flames are welcomed.



Sickly blood, slowly trailing down his face. Battered and bruised unable of a steady breath he laid on the floor forgotten to all except his faithful owl whom could do not what was needed. Harry had a hard enough time with nightmares nightly, emotional trauma, and much guilt. But amidst all of that his uncle had lost it. Vernon Dursley was not doing so well in work and he also had to live up to the embarrassment that he housed a wizard which he was sure had hexed him to lose his job. He started up drinking a little at first then gradually it took over his life. The biggest problem for Harry about his uncle's drinking was that he had a bad temper that got worse with each glass of liquor. The anger held in Vernon made his imagination take over and now he believes full heartedly that all the wrong in the world lies within Harry. Beatings became routine as soon as Harry was well enough to stand he'd be broken yet again. Harry could have or would have done something if not he believed that he deserved this.

In his mind this was the world's way of getting back at him for not only defying death too many times but also for taking a life, and innocent life away and yet still survive himself. He did not agree with the many letters sent to him from his friends, he did deserve to die but that would be too nice for him to be able to forget it all. In stead he took a sick demented painful joy in getting as close to death as he could but have no where to hide from the agony of it all.

Only a couple of weeks into the holidays and he suspected he had 3 cracked ribs, 5 being bruised, a couple fractures in his arms and legs, with ghastly gashes and bruises which in time would turn to scars. All together it wasn't enough for him to forgive himself yet. He heard aloud belch coming from down stairs, usually signaling the drinking has begun again. Yelling slurred yelling's, then the creaking of the stairs as Vernon approached his room. Harry looked up he had only been on the ground for less then 24 hours. The door burst open reviling a large purplish man holding his belt in one hand and a vodka bottle in the other.

"YOU AND YOU KIND!" he started out like that often, "YOU ARE THE ONES THAT MAKE THIS WORKD WRONG WITH OUT ALL OF OU WE"D LIVE HAPPILY. YOU BLOODY BRAT!" Vernon took the belt and whipped Harry in the face cutting him in the eye. He hit him again in the chest and again and again. After tired from his belt he just pulled Harry up from the ground and pushed him roughly against a wall. Right hook into the face – nose broken – left hand into his guts almost making Harry throw up, if he had any food in his stomach to begin with. A slap here a bang there all being lost in Harry's head till Vernon took a chair and bashed Harry over the head with it. All concrescences fled from him. Vernon just kept on abusing him.

Hermione and Ron searched the whole table in hopes that they just missed Harry on the train or that he had came back early.

"I don't see him anywhere! Ron I'm really worried!" Hermione whispered as Jessica Polo was sorted into Hufflepuff.

"Me too, do you think we should ask someone where he is?"

"If he doesn't show up by dessert then we will talk to Dumbledore." She decided.

"K, But I just want him to hurry up and get here."

The sorting for them seem to take an eternity and then some. After the last on them were seated Dumbledore stood up and announced, "Tuck in." As fabulous as the food appeared to be the two friends did not eat much. When the plates cleared and reappeared with pies and custards, Hermione jumped up followed by Ron and practically ran up to the top table.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but…" Hermione tried to explain.

"It's quite alright, what is troubling you?"

"Well…. We were wondering if you knew where Harry was?" getting steadily faster, "See he wasn't on the train or at dinner and we haven't heard a word from him all summer and we are very worried about him." Exhaling deeply, glad that she was done. But when she looked up into the face of her headmaster's she wish she didn't. Worry was sketched all over his aging face.

"Are you sure you did not see him?" While looking at all of the tables searching desperately for him. She and Ron nodded. "Thank you for informing me, I'll contact you as soon as I know more- please keep this event quite though." They made their way back to their spots just as Dumbledore whispered something to McGonagall and Snape. Snape and the headmaster got up and departed quickly leaving McGonagall to give the welcoming speech. Ron and Hermione looked at each other worriedly, knowing they wouldn't get any sleep tonight.

"Excuse me Mr. Dursley, I am here to see Harry Potter, is he in?" Dumbledore asked when the door opened before him.

"Your one of those, aren't you? I don't want you kind here……Hiccup….So be gone." Breath reeking of cheap whiskey, Snape just pushed him lightly and to his surprise Vernon Dursley past out entirely on the wooden floor.

"Oops" Snape said monotony not caring in the least.

"Come on he must be upstairs." Once coming to the right room they turned on a light and both men gasped at what they saw. No more respect then road kill, on the ground, smelling of rotting and blood was a boy so broken, in a pool of his own blood they were supposed to see the shallow and raged raising and falling of his chest. Anger raging through them they didn't even notice that Harry had came to. Looking up at their faces, realizing how bad he must look, just quietly but auditable in the dead silence, "Don't worry I deserve this and so much more." before passing out again.





A/N: A lot shorter than what I would have liked, but I am going to continue with this story, but I need some help, I have the next chapter written but I'll need to type it up. So please send me long term ideas. THANK YOU SO MUCH! Bu Bye