Disclaimer: Well you know the drill I own nothing
A/N: well long time no see people sorry about my other stories but seeing as I for got my password to my old account I had to make a new one, so just to warn you this will be just like New Alliances but way better written and with spell check. Hope you like and R&R
Of Gods and Giants
Many people have suffered though war and strife but no more so as and young teen called Harry Potter. After the almost near death of Sirius, Harry was forced to look over his actions and take a better aim for things to come. As Harry sat there in his small room on Privet (SP) Drive thinking of ways to help protect both his love to be a.k.a Hermione Granger and himself he was called down by his lard ass of an uncle.
"BOY GET DOWN HERE" Vernon yelled
"Coming Uncle." Harry shouted his reply, if he was going to do his Uncle's bidding he was going to take his time. By the time Harry got to the stairs Vernon was beyond pissed.
"What the fuck took you so long, freak!" Vernon shook with fury.
"I had to get dressed Uncle." Harry said calmly, he wasn't going to let Vernon get to him.
"Well if your going to answer me with that tone boy I'm going to have to Beat some sense into you." Vernon said calmly, 'oh boy this is not going to end well.' Harry thought.
"Go down to the cellar boy and stay there till I come down there." Vernon said barely above a whisper. By now harry was shaking and had paled a lot even with his tan. The cellar was not a good place to be with a very angry Vernon. As Harry walked down the stairs to the cellar door he came face to face with Dudley, know that Dudley was no longer the little piggy that he once was he was huge as in he got buff and quick huge, it seems as though all that fat turned into mussel over night as Dudley hit puberty. Though it also seemed as though he cared a lot more than he let on. Upon seeing each other they quickly moved out of the other way and went to their respective rooms, Harry to the cellar and Dudley to his room. When Harry got to the cellar he was scared it seemed that Vernon had changed...a lot. The room was full of thinks that looked like they could make a person fell extreme pain. That's when it hit him they where there to cause him pain , most of the stuff looked as though it hadn't even been broken in, that's when he swallowed hard, they were going to be broken in soon, on him.
Meanwhile in the House of Granger
Hermione lay on her bed reading a really thick book about the creation of spells and incantations when her mother called her on the intercom.
"Hermione dear I'm ready to talk if you are." Her mother said
"Coming right down mom" Hermione spoke into the intercom, she had been wanting to talk to her mom about her asking Harry to come over for over a week now but her mom was busy with work so she had to wait. On her way down she bumped into her own personal maid, Sara.
"Would you like anything, Hermione while I'm up and about." Sara asked sweetly
"No thank you Sara just tidy up if you get the chance I think I might have forgot to put my books back." Hermione replied
"Alright then, have a nice day Hermione." Sara said as she walked on up. Hermione made sure to look up and down the stairs before she sat on the railing and slid the rest of the way down to the first floor. She then went to the kitchen to talk to her mom.
"Mom, I have a questions, one can Harry stay the rest of the summer here, and how do I get him to like me." she add the last part a little softer hoping her mom hadn't heard her.
"Of course you can have him come over and I know just what to do about him liking you, why don't you go for a swim when he gets here." Jane, Hermione's mom, said off handedly
"What do you mean mom?" Hermione asked in a confused haze 'what did swimming have to do with getting Harry to like her.'
"You're a smart girl Hermione, just think for a little while and you'll figure it out." Her mom said
"Ok if you say so mom, I'll just go and mail Harry."
Back to Harry's private, personal Hell...um home
"No please, not her, not her anything but her." Harry moaned in pain and suffering, Vernon was holding Headwig but the neck getting ready to snap her neck, it had been almost a day since Harry had been above ground, during this time Vernon beat him senseless, he used whips hooks and hammers, so far as harry could tell from he chained position on the wall he had a dislocated shoulder, all his knuckles were popped out, he had many factured and or broken ribs and a broken leg. Harry though to himself 'I must look horrid well if I don't look it than I most certainly feel it.'
"Well freak how does she die, snapping of the neck, boiled alive, or torn to shreds by rabid dogs." Vernon asked walking to each choice while hanging Headwig over them.
"No please don't she's all I have." Harry cried he couldn't take it
"Well then I hope you don't mind if I choose for you than," Vernon said while walking up stairs with Headwig under his arms.
"No please don't pleassseee, no...no...no please." Harry cried helplessly "forgive me Head wig I can't save you." just as Harry said that there was a fierce screech and some pounding then all was quiet, it was done.
"Help me please some one anyone. Save me." Harry wailed