A/N. This is my first story so please be gentle!!!!! R/R PLEASE!!!
THis story takes place over the summer after GOF. Has spoilers.
you have been warned.
there is some child abuse. Not a ton but.... enough. May get
a little worse before it gets better.

---- Story mine. Characters... not mine.


HP & the Curse of Gryffindor
By: Zara
CHapter 1: Of relatives, pain, and humiliation


Harry Potter liked to think that the only reason he was forced
live with his aunt and uncle was because the higher powers thought
torturing him was funny. While he didn't think it was funny, he
continued to endure it year after year, time after time. When he was
eleven he was realsed from this torture only to have to deal with it
every summer [A/N. I'm not going into detail. You know the story.]
Now, however, he was beginning to think it was because of something he
had done that forced him to deal with his horrible relatives. The summer
after his forth year had become hideously worse. His aunt and uncle had
somehow intercepted an owl from his friend Ron, and were furious when
they had read the letter enclosed. The letter went like this:

Dear Harry,
How have you been? The muggles aren't treating you too horribly are they?
Guess what?? Sirius is going to be getting a trial. With you-know-who
back, FUdge has been so busy at the ministry that Dumbledore managed
to trick him into giving Sirius a fair hearing. My dad says they can
do a charm to look for the fidelus charm on Sirius. SInce pettigrew
really was the secret keeper and killed all those people, Sirius might
be charged innocent!!!! Oh, Sirius came over and said to tell you that
he won't be able to owl you any since their keeping him in the
ministry. He said don't worry and he'll see you at school. Hermione
says hello. SHe's staying with us for awhile.
Don't bother the muggles too much, you have to come and stay with us.
Ron

Uncle Vernon had gotten to the part about Sirius being innocent and hit
the roof. SO here Hary was, locked up in the cupboard again, with no
real hope of getting out. He was dangerously skinny; he could count
almost every one of his ribs visibly. On top of that, Uncle Vernon
had started hitting him. Not a lot, but he left some bruises and that
wasn't even with Dudley helping. Harry was now either working, being
beaten up, or staying awake trying desperately to not fall asleep.
His dreams had become horrid nightmares; of Cedric, his parents, and now
dreams of the future that had yet to happen. They terrified him as in
each dream, he himself was the killer of all his friends. Harry laid
his head down carefully on the cold floor of the cupboard. He was
ashamed of what his friends would think if they could see him now. Poor
famous Harry Potter who couldn't even defend himself from his family.
'But I deserved it. Eventually, they will all die because of me. I
deserve every hit that comes my way. I am not worthy of anyone's pity.
It's all my fault.' He fell into a violent and disturbed sleep, all the
while the voices in his head murmured accusing things at him.

A/N. Good , Bad, Horribly written??? R/R please!!! Flames will be
used for me to laugh at.