A/N: Hello and welcome, this is my first adventure in to the world of fan-fic writing, so please bare with me. I know i will not please everyone and some stuff may well be similar to others out there but i have not read them all so if that is the case I apologize now. Regardless this is my attempt enjoy. Oh and I do not own any of the Harry Potter world that is all J K Rowling.

Taking a deep breath and a final look around at the magical platform within Kings Cross station Harry Potter stepped through the portal back to the muggle side. It would be two months till he saw the platform and the crimson express. For once Harry was wishing it was slightly longer. The school year hadn't been his best, and it certainly hadn't ended well. While having the majority of the school population against him and having to participate in something had no desire to, were becoming almost second nature to him, watching a fellow student killed before his eyes was not.

If those weren't reasons to want an extended break from the magical world then the next most certainly was. Harry had found himself manoeuvred all year by a supposedly dead man (surprisingly meeting supposedly dead wizards was becoming a bit of a habit to him.). The not quite deceased wizard was on a mission for his master. His mission was completed and Harry became an unwilling ingredient for the rebirth of one Tom Marvolo Riddle. Better known to the magical population as Lord Voldermort.

Unbelievably, Harry was able to survive his fourth encounter with the darkest of the dark. He had returned to the school with the body of Cedric Diggory and told his story. He had hoped that the early warning would result in some form of action been prepared. In truth, immediately after recounting the events of the final task he knew, deep down he could see the cover up already been worked out ad the blanket of silence been readied.

The headmaster had assured him that not everyone would just sit back; there would be some that would start important tasks at once. The headmaster had also told Harrys' tale to the entire student body along with those from Durmstrang and Beuxbatons. Harry didn't know how many of them would believe him. After all hardly anyone believed he entered the tournament to begin with.

The journey home was a quiet and thoughtful one for Harry. Most of the young passengers left him alone; however some were persistent in trying to here the story from the lions mouth so to speak. His two closest friends soon put a stop to that. Although, that put a new thought within his head. One of them wasn't as close or as much a friend as he had once thought. True Ron had eventually come round but the damage was already done. The doubt was there and it would take more than a simple apology to remove it.

He now had just over two months to ponder all his thoughts and work through everything away from anyone magical. For once the ban on that taboo of a subject at his relatives was a blessing. Sure he would have a long list of chores to do, but at least he would have time to think.

Reunions with family and farewells to friends were a hasty occasion this year with all the rumours around. Even Harry was subject to a hasty farewell from the Weasleys. Not even the customary motherly hug from Molly. Just a simple 'We'll try to get you over as soon as we can.' And then they were gone. Hermione spent a little longer saying goodbye before heading off to meet her parents.

And so it was a slow paced and deep in thought Harry that made his way through the muggle side of the train station to the main entrance to find his relatives. His cousin Dudley was not due back from his own private school, Smeltings, for another week. There fore it was his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon that was his welcome party. Spotting the mismatched pair, one a thin, long necked and horse faced woman the other an overly round and moustached image of a walrus, he made his way towards them.

It didn't take too long for them to spot him approaching; he was pushing a luggage trolley that contained a large old fashioned styled trunk and a bird cage, containing a brilliantly white snowy owl. No sooner had they registered his advance than he noticed their customary looks of distaste, annoyance and loathing. But suddenly he noticed there was something more, something different in their eyes. He couldn't place it but it was definitely familiar.

"Hurry up Boy!" his Uncle demanded once he was almost upon them. "We haven't got all day to be wasting on you."

Dutifully Harry replied in the affirmative. A few minuets later the Dursleys car was packed and was on its way to Little Whinging. The car ride was somewhat normal for Harry. His Aunt hadn't said word since the reunion, although she had made several sniffs of disapproval and a few deep sighs. His Uncle however had only made the odd demands for him to hurry up with loading the car and then followed his wife's action of silence. Before long the silent car ride was over and they were pulling in to the driveway of 4 Privet Drive.

Petunia was quickly inside the house and Vernon was glaring at Harry the whole time he was removing his luggage and owl from the boot of the car, occasionally murmuring motivation to hurry along. Once inside the front door Harry made to take his belongings up the stairs to what was, in the barest sense of the word, his room. However he was stopped in his tracks as his Uncle closed and locked the front door, after taking a couple of looks up and down the street.

"Leave your stuff there. We need to have a talk in the living room." His Uncle practically ordered. Slightly surprised by the sudden forcefulness after the relative calm trip home Harry just stood motionless. "LIVING ROOM NOW, FREAK!"

That broke him out of his frozen state. He left his things at the base of the stairs and walked in to the living room. Suddenly he felt a searing pain in the back of his head and then his vision faded away from him. His last thought 'not again'.

Finally Harry came round. The first thing he noticed was his vision was very blurry. However that thought didn't last long as his head was suddenly pounding with the reawakening of his senses. He went to rub his head and found a new problem. He was bound by ropes to one of the dinning chairs. His legs were securely fastened to the legs and his arms tied around the back. Just to be sure they had also wrapped and tied his body to the back and his thighs to the seat.

With his senses fully operational, despite the throbbing pain in the back of his head he recognised the reason for his impaired vision. Despite his glasses still on his face, both lenses now sported various cracks. He could however tell he was still in his relatives' home. What he didn't know yet was if this was their doing or if Voldermort had come to finish what was started in the grave yard only days ago.

His Aunts voice soon answered that dilemma for him.

"Vernon dear, he's coming round." Her shrill voice actually sounding loving for a change.

Harry quickly realized that his Aunt must have been waiting for him to enter the room on Vernon's command. He also wondered if it was the frying pan she had opted to use once more.

"Right then boy, listen up and listen closely." His Uncle began stepping in front of the restrained young wizard. "There's no point fighting those ropes you won't get out. Also you won't be able to use your freakishness to escape either."

As he said the last he held up Harrys wand. The smug look on his Uncle just grew and grew as Harrys face showed more worry.

"And before you go in to another of your tantrums like you did with my poor sister, there will be no accidental freakishness either." At Harry's confused look his Uncle gave a slight sinister chuckle. "Some freak from your world sent us a letter recently and after a couple more letters switched between us they sent us sum bracelets that stop any of your freaky behaviour."

It dawned on him what his Uncle meant. Some one had sent the Dursleys some magic suppressing bracelets, and after moving his wrists slightly he felt them for the first time. But if he thought these were the biggest shocks he was wrong. Not only had they gotten the bracelets but they had been conversing with someone from the magical world, and he could tell there was more to come.

Carefully Harry began to speak. "W-w-who have y-you been t-talking with?"

"SILENCE" his Uncle bellowed causing Harry to take a deep breath in. "You will be silent unless I ask you a question do you understand BOY!" At Harry's silent nod he continued.

"Who we have been writing with is none of your concern. What we have learned however is that you are causing trouble in your world just as much as you cause it here for us. So we have been asked to help remind you of your place and teach you manners and respect for your betters." His uncle was pacing the floor in full swing. A smug and vindictive look adorned his round face.

Something his Uncle had said though struck with Harry. A phrase that he had heard from a certain blonde haired snake, several times over the last four years at school. Could Malfoy Sr. be the one they have been in communication with?

"Something else has been brought to our attention too boy. It seems you managed to cheat your way in to some competition and cheat your way to victory. So you will also be punished for that, since we have been told they couldn't prove how you cheated and punish you themselves." An evil smile was spread across his face now and that same something he couldn't place from the train station was back in his Uncles eyes. "We also know that from your cheating you won a large amount of freak money."

Like a light flickering on in Harrys head it dawned on him. That look that was once more in his Uncles eyes was greed. The same look he had often seen in his best friend's eyes on occasion. This was about money, he was beginning to fear the outcome if things were about to go the way he suspected.

His Uncle stopped pacing and towered over him; he leaned slightly closer and resumed his talking.

"What you are going to do boy is hand it all over to us in part payment for us taking you in and caring for you and your freakishness all these years. Then in a few days we will go to your freak bank and have it changed to real money. Is that understood?"

Harry tried to form words in his hastily drying mouth but struggled. His Uncle was slowly losing his patience. "I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!"

He nervously tried once more to speak. "I…I…I can't g-give you the m-money." He managed to stammer out. His Uncles face slowly gaining a purple hue to it as his temper rose at this defiance.

"Yes you bloody well will BOY! And don't try to tell me it can't be changed your Aunt told me it can since that's what her parents did for your freak of a mother. Now are you going to hand it over?"

"I can't Uncle…" Harry was stopped from continuing his reply by his Uncles fist assaulting his chest for giving him the wrong answer. After a couple of minuets getting his breath back he tried again. "…I don't have it to give to you." Another punch this time to his cheek followed his declaration.

"Where is it?" Vernon asked in an almost whispered and menacing voice.

Painfully Harry dared to reply. "I gave it away to some friends. I didn't want the money after what it cost to win it. I never even wanted the chance to win it." He finished in a quite and pained voice.

His Uncle wasn't impressed with this answer and so once more his chest and cheek was struck with one of his meaty fists. Just when he thought it was safe to look up he spotted his Aunt for the first time since hearing her voice. She walked towards him holding the frying pan that had obviously knocked him out earlier. The last thing he saw was her wildly swinging said cooking implement wearing a clearly angry scowl.

The next time Harry opened his eyes it was to yet more pain in his abused head. He was in darkness despite his eyes been open. He was also still tied at the legs and his arms still secured behind him. He found himself in an unusual and cramped position, and then it dawned on him just where he was. Harry Potter was once more the boy who lived in a cupboard under the stairs.

His mind was running overtime, wondering what time or even what day it was. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, and with his track record it could be anywhere from a matter of hours to a number of days. In his partly futile attempts to break his rope bonds he caught the walls of the cupboard and before he knew it the muffled voices of his Aunt and Uncle became noticeable and grew louder. He was sure he would soon be in yet more trouble and definitely more pain.

Suddenly Harrys sight was assaulted by bright light as the door was sprung open and then instantly blotted out by the vast size of his Uncle. Just like he had assumed he was roughly grabbed and flung out of the cupboard and across the small hall in to the living room.

"Finally awake you good for nothing little freak!" his Uncle spat out standing above him while he rolled in agony on the floor.

"I'll leave you to it Vernon dear." Petunia spoke softly to her husband before taking her leave from the room, and by the sound of it heading upstairs.

"H-h-how long h-h-have I been out?" Harry asked in a very quite almost whisper like and cracked voice.

"Three god damned days boy. Now listen up and listen very closely." His Uncle leaned in extremely close to speak to him. Small amounts of spittle spraying from his hairy mouth as he spoke in a quite but deep voice.

"Since our last conversation we have learned a little bit more about you. We now also have a new plan. It turns out that your freak of a father was from a very wealthy freak family. Now you are the only member of that freak line left, meaning it will all come to you. I can start to see why your whore freak of a mother married him."

Harry couldn't take the insults on his parents no more and in a naïve move, struggled against his bonds once more in an attempt to get to his darkly chuckling Uncle. "You will not talk about my parents' tha…" Harry was unable to carry on his angry retort; Vernon had stood and kicked his foot hard in to his ribs. There was a definite sound of bone cracking, and a whoosh of air forced from his lungs and out of his mouth.

While his nephew was in a new state of pain and unlikely to start up again, Vernon lowered him self once more to continue his little chat.

"Now it seems that for you to get to this money you have to claim some freak titles that your freak family supposedly have. That would be when you turn 17 and are an adult in their world. But we also learned that since you are the last of the Potter freaks you can claim it at 15." The smile on Vernon's large head was now very, very smug, whilst Harry battling against the pain was looking incredibly confused.

New thoughts were suddenly appearing in his mind. Why had no one told him about any of this? Why was he learning through his magic hating relatives? Who was telling them this instead of him? What were they gaining from all of this? The questions went on and on but a sudden slap from his Uncle focused his attention back on the whale of a man.

"Now this is what is going to happen," His Uncle began revealing his plan. "You are going to remain in your cupboard unless you are doing limited and supervised chores or been punished. You will remain there until your birthday in just over three weeks. Upon your birthday we will be visiting your freak bank where you will claim these supposed titles. Then you will transfer seventy percent of all your freak money in to real money in to my proper account. Do you understand Boy?"

Still struggling to breathe all Harry could do was stare blankly at his Uncle and slightly nod his head. Despite the crippling pain he was in he had to admit that whoever's plan this really was, it was a bloody well thought out one. But he couldn't at present work out whom, why or what they got out of it.

And so began the worst three weeks he had ever suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. All three of them, once Dudley had returned home, became he jailers. When he wasn't locked in his old cupboard for an average of twenty hours a day, still secured by ropes, he was allowed out to cook and clean when and as needed. All the time he spent out of confinement he was watched by one of the three.

At times he wondered if they had recently had lessons from Snape on how to punish him, as punishments were handed for the slightest thing, just like his greasy potions professor. His wand was kept under lock and key in his Aunt and Uncles room, his belongings locked in the garden shed, along with Hedwig, who was still locked in her cage. Thankfully he was still allowed to feed her and clean her cage. But it was under strict supervision so he couldn't send any messages out to any of his friends.

Unfortunately he was unable to make use of all his time locked away. He had hoped he could use it thinking about everything that had happened at the back end of this last school year. As well as the recent revelations that led him in to this predicament. However due to his continued wearing of the suppression bracelets his magic was unable to heal any of his injuries or wounds. His body had to heal the natural muggle way. It was extremely painful, and it took all his time trying to remain conscious regardless of the constant pain he was suffering.

As the days passed him by he lost track of what the current date was. Between starvation and pain from repeated beatings causing new and aggravating old injuries, his mind couldn't keep up with something as simple as a date. Therefore it came as a surprise when one morning he was pulled from his small prison and forced in to a seat at the dining table. His legs and body were secured to the chair before his hands were freed.

"Eat up and don't waste time we have a busy morning ahead." His horse faced Aunt spoke sharply to him whilst placing a plate of bread and butter in front of him. Greedily he ate every crumb in a manner that resembled his friend Ron, who clearly lacked in any table manners.

No sooner had he finished his first meal in what he thought was about 2 days his hands were once more roughly grabbed and fastened behind his back. Dudley and Vernon appeared in his line of sight briefly, before Dudley suddenly held a large kitchen knife near his chest. Vernon soon had hold of his head and forced it backwards and made him open his mouth. Quickly Petunia forced a liquid down his throat and made sure he swallowed it all.

Slightly choking after his head was released he tried to sputter out a question of what had just happened, but his Aunt responded first.

"We can't have you going in to your freak bank or been seen by other freaks looking like that. Apparently that liquid should sort out any visible injuries so you look as normal as a freak can." Her whole speech was said in a disgusted tone.

Within the next hour, Harry was washed and redressed in clean clothes and packed in to the Dursleys car along with his Aunt and Uncle. Dudley had no wish to be around any other freaks; his last encounters hadn't been encouraging. After all he had ended up with a pig's tail on one occasion and a continually swelling tongue another time. He didn't want to know what would happen next.

Despite his superficial outer injuries been healed to a degree he was still in a great deal of pain from the internal ones. However he tried to push past the pain and hope that during the ride from here to Diagon Alley he would be able to come up with a plan to escape or at least get a message out to someone about what was going on.

As the car set off three very different passengers currently had three very different emotions in the fore front of their mind. Vernon was clearly ecstatic at what he perceived as a large wrong was about to be righted. Petunia was nervous about whether they would succeed with this plan against the freaks and creatures at the bank. While Harry only felt fear, fear for his life, his magic and just plain fear of the unknown. For one of the three clock began counting down, and their emotion would be realised as reality.