(AN: Hay guys! I'm so glad to be back with my revision of my story "Blood of the father". Now you all may notice some differences but trust me, the story is the same! I am so happy to be back, and I hope you all like this version. Now, please go on and read and lemme know what you think!)

The night had fallen when one young Harry Potter finally woke up, his head pounding and his eyes glued shut. It had been another long few hours of crying into his pillow, his only saving grace being that his uncle and Aunt had locked him in the room while they went out for the night.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked around for the source of his tears.

The little album laid on his floor, opened to the page that had caused him such sorrow. His mother, and father of course, laid in the glossy paper smiling up at him. They looked so happy, their eyes meeting each others before they looked at whoever was taking the picture. His mother had a carefree smile on her face, while his father had a loving look on his own. They were so in love.

He had ruined it. All of it.

See, Harry Potter wasn't the dunderhead Severus Snape had always claimed he was. He wasn't stupid. He was observant, and sneaky. He had known the moment he got to hogwarts everything was not as it seemed. The warnings, the third corridor, the stone. Even facing Voldemort felt…

Felt wrong.

As he burnt his professor to a crisp, he had felt an agony that reached deep inside of him and clawed its way up. It hurt, so bad, like fire and ice meeting for the first time. He hadn't passed out from magical exhaustion like the Nurse had told him (why hadn't he been sent to a real hospital? He had read up on Magical Exhaustion and it was no joke), he had passed out from the pain. Waking up in the hospital, with all those gifts, that had seemed so set up, even Dumbledore walking in at the moment he woke.

Harry couldn't help but feel as if he was being set up for everything.

Even Ron and Hermione.

Getting up, Harry stretched, his bones popping. For once, he didn't feel sick, didn't feel broken. His uncle hadnt touched him this summer yet, and he only had two weeks left before he could go back home, to his real home. His excitement was dulled however, by the ache he got when he thought of returning to the castle.

Almost as if…

Shaking his head, Harry pushed those thoughts away and went to his birds cage. She was out, again, having made a friend of an eagle owl that seemed to fly around here. His windows had been caged for the first month he had been home, before he had explained to Dudley why he should convince his parents to take them off.

He had gotten them on "Eye-sore" and "Neighbors". It was worse to be seen with the bars than to be seen with an owl as a pet.

That had been the weirdest thing yet, Dudley. He had gotten home from school and his cousin had completely changed. He had heard his aunt talking (more like gossiping) about how Dudley had started boxing, and how good he was. Of course his aunt had no idea her son was doing much more than that.

Over the time of his winter break, Dudley had found his love of the same gender, of males instead of Females. And with that, came Daniel, his first boyfriend. Daniel was a sweet boy, who was into the martial arts and could kick anyones arse if they needed it kicked. But the boy also hated bullies with a passion, hence Dudleys change of hearts.

When Daniel and Harry met for the first time, when harry was out back gardening, the older boy had gotten on his knees next to him and started to garden as well. Soon, Dudley had joined them, and what would have taken three hours, took only one. Of course, his Aunt had seen and screeched about how he had made his Duddykins do his work, and how useless he was.

"But Mrs. Dursley, I like gardening. I have a garden in my back yard that my mother uses for fresh herbs and vegatables. I just wanted to help, its my passion." Daniel had calmed his aunt down with that, the woman just as blind to Daniel's faults as she was to her sons.

Harry was sure that if Daniel had been a wizard and went to hogwarts he would have been in Slytherin with how smoothly he had lied. Even Dudley had called him out when his mother left, saying how he (daniel) hated gardening with a passion, even if he was good at it.

"I know what it's like being forced to do everything in a house, you should help him out more Dudley. And maybe sneak the kid a hamburger or something, he looks like a good stiff wind could knock him on his arse."

Dudley had changed for the better while Harry had been gone, but it didn't mean his aunt or uncle did. In fact, while the violence towards him had stopped, the words hadnt. Harry didn't even know his aunt or uncle knew some of the words they called him, if the pain would lessen over time.

It didn't.

Picking up his album from the floor, he placed it back in the floorboards, looking over when Hedwig hooted mournfully. Even his owl felt the loss of his parents, and she hadn't even been around. Walking to the cage, he ran his hand through her feathers, Hedwigs beak pecking at his hand lovingly.

Spending the next few hours reading his potions book from the last school year, the only book Dudley had been able to knick from the cupboard, he went through all the things he needed to work on. Cutting of course, he was sick of hearing snape snap at him about his abismal cutting skills. And of course, his timing. He often put in the ingrediants to soon or a tad to late.

He was almost to the third chapter when he heard the front door.

Dashing to put away the book, he laid down just in time to hear his aunt and uncle outside his door, his uncle unlocking the door. Eyes snapping shut, he pretended to be asleep.

"See I told you Vernon, the boy is asleep, no funny buisness to be had." His aunt sneered as she stared at Harry. They had come to check on him, well actually to make sure he wasn't misbehaving.

Door closing, Harry opened his eyes and sighed. For a second he considered risking taking his book back out but then pushed that idea out the window. He didn't want to know what his uncle would do if he found the book.

The eggs were cooking slow, the heat down as harry made sure not to burn the toast. It was hard, with his aunt hovering to make sure he didn't take a bite and his uncle announcing his hatred of fags. He could see Dudley gripping the edge of his seat, his cousin trying not to lose it. Harry almost felt pity for the bigger boy.

Almost.

"Here you go uncle." Harry told the mustached whale of a man as he set down the eggs and toast, bacon still sizzling on the side. Vernon mumbled something before waving the boy away, growling about work or something else.

Setting down tea, coffee and Dudleys smoothie, Harry scoffed down his toast and water before hurrying outside before his aunt could hit him with the spoon she had been eyeing. The day proved to be a hot one as he got to work, picking up the sheers and starting in.

It was almost two in the afternoon when he finally finished, putting away his tools and washing off the sweat with the water hose. He dried off outside, his clothes sticking to his skin as the sun dried them, his aunt out with her friends. Harry loved days like these, when the house was quiet.

Going about his chores proved to be a nice normality, picking up the clothes and starting them. Dudley's clothes were already all ready for him at his door, along with a bottle of water and two sandwiches. Scarfing the first one down, he saved the second in his room to be eaten later, placing it in the preservation tin that still had the charms on it from when Mrs. Weasley had sent him some of her fudge. The water was drained and clothes started, before he allowed himself a second.

By the time his aunt came home, he had finished and was starting in on dinner, roast with some nice potatoes, mashed of course. He made some dinner rolls to go along with it, Dudley coming in before leaving again with a rushed 'I'm going to daniels'. Harry didn't blame not wanting to spend the rest of the night with his uncle, since the mans speech about the sins of a gay man.

Dudley wasn't the only one who the speech bothered.

While harry didn't see himself as Gay, he knew he liked both girls and boys. He had caught himself with a small crush on Oliver Wood, and even on Flint after a match against slytherin. He had worried about being gay until he caught Oliver and Percy together after a match, snogging and going at it like rabbits. The wizarding world didn't seem to have a problem with it, seeing how something in their magic allowed for conception of the all important heir.

The day went smoothly.

Harry should have known something was up.

"BOY!" His uncle roared from the doorway, the alchol dripping from his voice. This wasn't the first time his uncle had come home from work drunk, but never made. Usually it was from a pint or two celebrating with a coworker but never mad. Harry knew something was wrong, so wrong when his uncle came into the room, his face purple.

Usually it took sometime to become that color.

The first punch wasn't exxpected but the second and third was. Every hit was like a bullet against his skin, harry curling up to protect his vital parts, his stomach and head. As he hit the ground, his uncle used his feet, the fat man to big to bend down without being winded.

"Job…. Lost… Contract…" Was all harry was able to make out from his uncles slurring. His aunt had come into the room rather quickly, the woman snarling about how he did it this time.

His uncle was really going to kill him.

The fists and kicks didn't stop, no matter how much harry wished they did. How much Harry cried and begged, the hits kept coming. It hurt, everything did.

And then it stopped.

Looking up, harry was barely able make out the blond hair, before he passed out, a woman calling his name.