A/N:Yeah, this is another one of those Sirius-saves-Harry-from-the-Dursleys-stories. This takes place the summer before fifth year and things are just a little different. There is no dementor attack, so therefore there is no trial. Also Sirius doesn't die like he did originally so just chillax. I'd really love a few reviews..please?

On a Midsummer's Eve

Chapter 1

Harry woke up to the sound of Uncle Vernon calling him.

"BOY!" He bellowed, flinging open the cupboard.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked, hoping that for once in his life he could escape a horrible beating.

"Quit being lazy and go fix me my breakfast, NOW!"

Harry didn't bother reminding him that his cupboard was locked from the outside, so that even if he had wanted to, he couldn't've fixed breakfast anyway.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he replied, hurrying into the kitchen.

"And make it quick, boy, or I'll knock the stuffing out of you."

Harry supressed a shudder and began cooking as fast as he could.

Things would've turned out fine, and he might've escaped a beating had it not been for Hedwig. She came flying through the window, hooting cheerfully. That, in turn, caused Harry to drop the egg he was holding, and it fell to the ground before he could catch it.

"BOY!"

Thanks alot, Hedwig.

"FIRST YOU'VE GOT ALL OF THESE BLASTED OWLS FLYING AROUND, AND AS IF THAT WEREN'T BAD ENOUGH, YOU DROP MY EGGS AND MAKE A MESS OF EVERYTHING!"

"I'm sorry, uncle," Harry's voice shook as he took several steps back from his uncle's fist.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?"

Harry's lip trembled as his back came in contact with a wall. He was trapped. Uncle Vernon was going to murder him. Instantly, he felt a sharp pain as a fist connected with his face. Then another blow, and another. Harry burst into tears, not so much from the pain but from something else. Why couldn't they love him like they loved Dudley? Maybe he actually was a freak like his uncle had said.

"Get out of my sight boy! And take your blasted letter with you!"

Harry retreated to his cupboard, an envelope clutched tightly in his hands.

His face broke into a smile when he read who it was from.

"Sirius!" he smiled.

Dear Harry,

There's not much I can say about what's going on here. For one thing, this letter could easily be intercepted, and there's also Dumbledore's orders. He doesn't want you knowing too much. Anyway, I hope you're doing well, and know that I'm always here if you need me.

Sirius

The pain wasn't nearly as bad now that he'd read Sirius's letter. He immediatley began a reply.

Dear Sirius,

The Dursleys are being prats as usual, but otherwise I'm doing fine. I wonder why Dumbledore wouldn't want me knowing anything? Is it because he thinks I can't handle it or something like that? I know you keep telling me everything will be alright, but I feel like Dumbledore's just left me in the dark. I don't know if I'm making any sense to you, but I feel like I have the right to know what's going on so I can defend myself against Voldemort if he ever comes back. I've been trying to read the Daily Prophet, but I haven't seen anything about Voldemort yet and judging from what the Dursleys have been talking about I haven't heard about any suspicious deaths or anything. Can you at least tell me what Voldemort's plan is, or why he isn't killing anybody yet, or where he is? I hope I'm not asking for too much, but I don't like not knowing.

Give Buckbeak my best,

Harry

Harry wondered if he wasn't asking for too much in his letter, but then he shook his head. He needed to know what Voldemort was doing, and he needed to know soon.

He winced as he lay down on the old, dirty mattress in the cupboard. His whole body ached,but he tried to ignore it. This was what happened to freaks like him.

A/N: Yeah I know, short. But I hope you're happy!