Summary:

Harry was abused and needed help but refused to call for it after the headmaster told him that he must not say anything bad towards his relatives when he hinted that his relatives abuses him. as he returned to Hogwarts, he will find himself in an absolutely different and unexpected situation. Some secrets will be revealed that is vital for the upcoming war.

A/N:

Guyz, the story took place at the 6th book of Harry Potter, although I will not exactly follow the story line. I plan to change it, sometime in the middle of the chapter, or maybe at the very beginning. That's why the title is twist.

Anyway, sit back and relax.

Happy Reading!

Chapter One

H A R R Y ' S

S U M M E R

There's only 1 day before school starts, oh, he means there are only 14 hours left to get to the Hogwarts Express and return to school and he can't wait for the days to flip over or jumped into the September the first. He's been eagerly waiting for it, crossing the dates and looking with excited eyes at the days as he counted. He's even more eager for this date than his own birthday. Here with the Dursley's, the days seem to drag on and he's been waiting for forever for this day. If he had the strength to jump up and down or dance a silly one at the center of his small room located under the cupboard, he would do it but unfortunately, he can't.

His legs are numb at the moment. Left eye had burst from the overwhelming fat punches his uncle gave him yesterday. His stomach received a huge bruise that if he moved even the slightest, it hurts like his been beaten over by a baseball bat again and again. His legs are both bruised from the beating he took the other day and was healing slowly due to his uncle constantly beating him up at any chance he gets and that's every time. His face won't even be recognized as his because of the many bruise it received, well some might still recognize him because of his scar, he chuckled sadly at his poor attempt to humour himself, wincing as his legs was disturbed by the vibrations. His left leg had just very recently received a burn from his knees up to his thighs from the still boiling oil thrown at him just because he had slightly burned some of their meal. What did they expect? His legs were still sore and numb and painful from the beating and they expect him to move faster to cook for their meals?

He was just thankful to whoever it was that was looking for him to be given some alone time by locking him up in the cupboard again for his mistake after that oil incident – that was earlier in the morning – up until tonight. He did not even mind that he had not eaten up a good meal for 2 days – and by good meal it means meals that are leftovers of their fat son.

As much as he wanted to return to Hogwarts already, he can't. He sighed. And then, a thought hit him. How was he suppose to go to school if he can't move and his body and face looking like it had been run by a hundred Hippogriffs? Now that is a problem. He moved and he felt a very painful sting at his legs and stomach and he screamed silently. He did not want to attract the attention of his uncle right now, thank you very much.

'What should he do?' just as that thought surfaced on his mind, a soft tap on the window grabbed his attention and he saw a golden-brown owl tapping softly at his window, as if being careful not to alert anyone else but the sender only. Because he can't move, he reached for the long stick he made with a small hole at the center and he took a metal stick at his side and put it the hole, securing it to be tight by turning it clockwise. With all his strength, he directed it to the window, thankful that there is only a small distance between the bed and the window, and opened the it. The golden-brown owl landed beside him gracefully and bowed, to Harry's amazement.

He was puzzled as who it was that delivered an owl to him. He tentatively rubbed and patted the animal and it hooted softly at him and closed the distance more to feel his warm hand against its head. Harry smiled, remembering Hedwig. Harry sent the snow white owl away to Remus delivering a letter stating he is okay and everything is alright. Obviously that's a lie, but he don't want his only living relative to worry, not when the other is also grieving for the loss of Sirius. He was just happy that Remus still delivers letters to him which means he hadn't forgotten him.

He snapped out of his thoughts when the owl bit him. Harry chuckled. It seems the owl doesn't want to be ignored. He eyed its legs and say a muggle envelop attached to one of its legs, the other a pouch that he immediately knew was enchanted to feel light whatever the weight and size put in there. Seeing the pouch, Harry instantly knew that it was the pouch he gave to Hermione last month. He first took the letter at the leg of the owl, carefully moving as to not give his body another pain to endure, gave the pet a pat and talked to it to eat and drink and gave it one which the owl took gratefully. He chuckled silently before opening the letter.

Dear Harry,

You cannot seriously tell me you refused to come at The Burrow

just because you want to spend time with your relatives?

Ron may have believed you but I don't. But what can I do? I can't exactly drag you out of there

myself as there are only 2 days

left to go to Hogwarts.

Harry gaped at the letter. She did not exactly planned to just take him away from the Dursley's, does she? Harry sighed softly in relief. If his muggle-born friend ever saw him in this state, she would threw a fit! Putting that thought aside, he read again.

Harry, you should have written me a letter about your decision. If I did not owl Ron

To ask about you I wouldn't have known! You would not answer my letters!

Harry laughed silently. If Hermione would materialize right here, right now while saying the things in the letter, he knew she would nag at him and look at him like he was a child, looking exasperated with her forehead and eyes furrowed. Unfortunately, his laugh caused him to cough and he put his other hand not holding the letter to his hand to muffle the sound. When he withdrew, he saw blood at his hands. He just looked at it for a few seconds before wiping his hand at his sheets. Maybe it was because of his broken ribs, he thought casually and read the letter again, ignoring the pain at his chest and dismissing the coughed blood incident, he was used to it after all.

Alright, I know I've been lecturing for hours. I am just worried about you ok?

I enclosed in the pouch an energy booster and a pain killing potion like you requested a few weeks back.

Also, I put in there a book about glamour, my

late gift for you, I know you would like it like I did!

He almost jumped at the words he read, but had wisely willed his body to stay and not move too much. A book for glamour! Perfect, just bloody perfect! With the glamours, he could hide the bruise he received! And with the potions, it could work! If the witch were there, he would have kissed her. But then, he was just grateful she hadn't given the purchase herself or… he didn't know what would have happened!

Now, you must tell me what the energy boost potion would do to you. Did something happen? Talk to me about it at

The Welcoming Feast, or just whenever you like.

Harry, I am your friend that's why I am nosy but I'll understand

if you don't want to talk about it.

See you at The Welcoming Feast Harry. Remember, no trouble.

Truly Yours,

Hermione

He snorted at the closing Hermione wrote. 'No Trouble'? That's impossible considering that he's staying at his relatives who were muggles to the core. He closed the letter and put it the small bedside table and pat the owl again, still drinking. He began to slowly reach the feet of the owl when it came closer to him to unattached the small pouch. He took the slip of parchment attach to the pouch, feeling the magic surrounding the magical pouch travel around his fingers, as if seeking something. Finally, the magic was gone around his fingers and returned to the pouch and began to glow a soft light, signalling that the receiver is allowed to take what it wanted now. Looking at the parchment, he saw a small list of things inside and the words needed to say in order to take the possessions inside.

"Glamour" he murmured and a thick book materialized at his feet, causing him to jump in surprise that immediately caused his entire body a negative reaction and muffled his scream and cries of pain with his pillow. Feeling a peck, he looked at his hands that was feeling the peck and saw the owl pecking him and looking at him as if saying 'I'm here, the pain will go soon'. He smiled despite the pain he was feeling. He found it hilarious that he was getting support from owls, whether a stranger's owl or his own, Hedwig, but he was nonetheless thankful for the animals.

When the pain was gone a bit – as it would always be there, unless he took the pain killing potion – he reached the book in his feet, ignoring the pain that broke out of his system by bending and put it on his lap. He then took a folded paper at the bedside table and wrote down, trying his best not to write like he can't use his arm - which was true by the way – even when his hands were trembling like crazy. He wrote a short note, as it could only be what he could manage.

'Mione,

I'm okay, thanks.

See you.

Harry

He read it again and figured it won't do because of the lack of elaborate details the witch would want but he really was too tired. That small scribbling took almost all of his energy and he just really wanted to lie down. He thanked God for his quick mind to pack his things before he got into this state. He rolled the letter and tied it to the owl's leg, wincing once in a while for bending and after that, he waved for the owl and bid her – he thinks it's a girl – goodbye. He watched her soar away from the Privet Drive and out to the sky and it was only when he cannot see even the owl's shadow did he lie down, slowly positioning himself for a better one to be able to sleep without worry. His relatives made it a habit to leave him alone once his school term starts so he knew his relatives would leave him at his bedroom. He didn't want another beating physically, emotionally and mentally after all.

Remembering the book on his lap, he slowly sat down. He reached the book entitled 'Steps for Glamour Use' which was entirely plain looking with a light green color as cover and the title glittering the title. He opened it and studied some that would help him hide the evidence of his abuse for a few hours. When his eyelids are fluttering to close, he decided it is time for sleep so he took the magical pouch in the table and returned the book inside, using his voice to command the pouch to return the book inside it

With a yawn and excited glimmer in his eyes, and with the knowledge that he'd be left alone until it was time to drop him off, he fell asleep and soar to the pleasantries of his dreams, looking forward for the events tomorrow.

A/N:

I hope you liked it and had tolerated my way of writing. I'm not exactly a good writer. *good luck with myself*. And I do hope you'll leave some reviews. I'd really appreciate that.

Thank you for reading.

I also left some sneak peak. If you don't like me putting it, just tell me and I'll leave it alone in the next chapter I will post. Thanks again.

Sneak Peak:

Harry is leaving for Hogwarts. Now that he's at his school, would someone recognize the signs of his abuse that has gone on for how many years?