A/N: Hey guys and gals. This story is undergoing a major rewrite. I re-read my work and saw too much cliché. Please stay with me. I will NOT give up.

Numb. The one simple word that described Harry Potter at this moment.

Harry Potter was completely broken.

He had just lost the one person that he wanted to be around. All he could do was weep as he was led away from the Atrium. It had all been a trap. The vision of Sirius, the Department of Mysteries, all fabricated by Voldemort. Harry's sorrow soon turned to rage. He was mad, not just at Bellatrix, but mostly at himself. How could he have been so stupid? Why didn't he check, truly check with Sirius before rushing off to try to save him? Maybe if he had… Maybe Sirius would still be alive.

Harry spent the rest of the school year locked in his dormitory, much to the anger of his fellow 5th year Gryffindor boys. Harry didn't leave the room he'd previously only spent his nights in, not even for meals. After the first three days of this, against and despite everything she stood for, Hermione Granger begged Dobby to bring him some food. Dobby brought the food to Harry Potter. He accepted it and ate. As long as he avoided all outside contact, that is. Not even the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore could break the spell Harry had placed on the door and windows.

Only after the Leaving Feast did Harry emerge. No words were spoken, only with complete silence and quiet breathing did Harry carry his trunk down to the train and board. He was distant and cold as they approached King's Cross. Harry departed the train without a word to his friends. They had tried to engage him in conversation on the train, but as he had since Sirius had died, he ignored them.

As Harry passed the barrier into the Muggle world, he realized that the Dursley's were nowhere to be found.

"Probably think I'm dead…" Harry thought to himself.

Harry drug his trunk to the curb, and stuck out his wand. After a few seconds, the Knight Bus was stopped in front of him.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus." The unfamiliar voice said.

Harry looked up and realized that this was not Stan Shunpike. In his place was- Harry leaned in to get a closer look at his nametag - Eustice it said. Eustice. Not that it mattered, not now. Not when Sirius was gone.

"Little Whinging, Surrey." Harry said quickly and quietly.

"Very well then sir, 16 sickles."

Harry handed over the money with no hesitation. In no time, they were screaming towards Surrey. For Ernie and Eustice, the ride was five minutes. For Harry, it seemed an eternity. They dropped him off down the street from his house.

As Harry made his way to Number Four, he realized that there was no car in the driveway. As Harry cautiously approached the door, he saw a plain white envelope with his name on it. Inside was a note.

BOY,

We have gone to visit my sister Marge. We will return in two weeks. DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING. If I notice anything at all out of place, there will be extreme consequences. Just because we are gone, doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want. There is a list of things you will do while we are gone. I want this house spotless when I return! As much as it angers me to do so, Petunia asked me to leave you some food, use only what is in the third cupboard.

-Vernon

Harry tore the note from the door and entered. He didn't feel like waiting to see if the Dursley's would beat him if he didn't comply.

In some ways, the two weeks that went by were some of the best he had. In between cleaning the whole house and weeding the garden, Harry had time to finish his Summer homework. He was also able to run every morning without fear of being caught. Every morning, he would get up and run a few miles. After a week of this, he noticed that it was easier for him to run further. But with all things, the fun came to an end.

Two days after Harry finished cleaning the house, the Dursley's returned. Dudley tracked mud into the house, staining the carpet. Vernon had been too engrossed in himself to notice. Dudley however, did. Deciding to have a little fun with his cousin, Dudley spoke up.

"Dad! Harry tracked mud onto the new carpet!"

Harry heard this and panicked. He ran upstairs but was not quick enough.

"Boy! I told you there would be extreme consequences if this house was dirty!" Vernon screamed, purple in the face. He drug Harry into his room.

Vernon beat Harry for four hours, until he felt Harry's body go limp. Harry Potter had been broken again for the second time. As Harry's vision began fading, Harry grasped at a small glimpse of happiness. He would soon be reunited with Sirius.

And then, Nothing. Harry Potter felt Nothing.