Authors note: This is another story of mine, and I really do hope that you
like it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever. J.k. Rowling does.
Chapter one
He was sorry. He was so sorry. He tried telling that to his uncle over and over again, but it just never worked no matter how hard he begged. His Uncle would just come in, beat the hell out of him then leave.
It started almost two weeks ago, that is from the day he arrived at private drive. Uncle Vernon had lost his job over the winter, and he couldn't find anyone to blame except himself, but off course he wouldn't take that so he took it out on his nephew.
That was it. Vernon would go out, get drunk, kick and punch his nephew, then untie his belt and whip the boy until his back is numb. So that was Harry's everyday family time.
Right now he was on the floor in the corner with his knees up to his chest. He was rocking back and forth trying as best as he could not to think about the pain that was on his back and chest and head and legs and. everywhere. The rocking was making it worse, but he just couldn't stop. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't stop, shouldn't stop.
Harry was trying to swallow, but all that slid down his throat was blood from the inside of his cheek where he had bit in order not to cry out in pain as his uncle hit him.
He was shaking all over, with sweat rolling down the side of his dirty face. He was cold on the outside as well as on the inside.
Breathing was a labor to him. Every breath caused excessive pain to run though his lungs. Maybe that's a sign that he should just stop breathing, and drop dead. That would feel much better.
He thought that someone would have thought that he was in trouble by now. He hadn't sent any reply to the letters. Not that he could anyway since his uncle had boarded up the windows so that no ray of light would go in the room. It sure worked.
At least he didn't have to do anymore chores. Not that it was for his best interest; it was just that his uncle was worried if someone saw his nephew in the state he was in.
Harry wished that he had his eyeglasses with him, but Dudley had smashed them by 'accidentally' stepping on them.
Suddenly he heard hushed voices down stairs. That must be his uncle coming back, thought Harry, but another voice in his head told him that his uncle had just left a few minutes ago. He was so confused. Harry placed his burning forehead on his knees and his hands on the back of his neck then continued to rock faster in his place. Blood was trickling down his spine. He was causing further injury to his wounds by moving so much, but he didn't care.
Light footsteps were heard on the staircase and they were coming toward his room. They were coming to get him. Who 'they were he did not know. All he knew is that he was scared and so confused.
"Alohamora" a quiet voice said outside his door. With a soft click the door swung open sending light into the dark room, but not reaching its corners.
"Harry?" asked the voice in a whisper. Harry watched as a shadow from the door looked around the small room.
"Harry are you in here?" said the voice a little louder. Harry realized that the voice belonged to Sirius. He fidgeted in his position and made a little voice, which drew Sirius' attention.
Sirius frowned and walked toward the dark corner. He spotted Harry's form.
"Harry!?" Sirius gasped rushing toward his godson, But his harsh voice only made Harry more frightened, for he started shaking worse than he did before.
"Sirius, did you find him?" asked a voice from down the hall. That was Professor Lupin's voice Harry's mind registered.
"Yeah. yeah he's over. over here," said Sirius as he slowly lowered himself to the ground to get to Harrys level, and crawled to him.
"Hi," Sirius said in a whisper not to surprise Harry. But Harry didn't lift his head, though it was obvious he was sick. The shaking was enough evidence, but also now that Sirius was so close to him he could feel slight warmth radiating from him. "Sirius, what are you doing?" asked Remus from the door with slight impatience.
"I can't get him to look up." Said Sirius still looking at his godson, and trying to get as near as possible to him.
Remus came to check out what all the fuss was about, once he had glanced at the situation his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
"Come on Harry just look at me. just look. I'm not going to hurt you," Sirius said in a-would be soothing voice if there wasn't a little tremor in it.
"Sirius we don't have much time. The wards will be back in place within a few minutes," Remus said checking his muggle watch on his wrist.
Sirius sighed and said, "I'm sorry Harry. Stupefy!" With that the boys slumped sideways on the ground, but still Sirius and Remus couldn't see Harrys bruised and bloodied face.
It was silent for a few moments then Sirius slowly edged toward the body took of his cloak and placed it on the boy and lifted him up.
"He's so light," Sirius remarked surprised. He felt his hands get wet, but he guessed that it was sweat from the fevered boy.
Remus went first, and stood at the bottom of the stairs.
"Accio All possessions (A/N: I'm not sure that could work)" Suddenly the trunk came out of the cupboard but not before it crashed through the door.
"I thought he said he kept some stuff under his bed in his room," said Sirius looking upstairs as if expecting a wand to come whizzing down the stair.
"He mustn't have had the time," said Remus as he shrunk the trunk to the size of a matchbox.
"What about the Dursleys?" Asked Sirius shifting the load in his arms a bit. His palms were strangely sticky.
"I put a sleeping charm on them, they'll be awake in the morning," said Remus as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
"We better be off then," Said Sirius. Even though Remus had put a sleeping charm on them, the house just had a sense of . misery and sadness. It was rather unnerving.
Sirius and Remus walked outside to the dew wet grass on the garden then took their wands out.
"Alright apparate on the count of three. One. Two. Three!" said Remus, with that the figures disappeared from the garden outside the house, and to Black Manor's garden.
Authors note: Well here is chapter one. I hope that you enjoyed it. Oh and Chapter 16 of the story "I don't Understand" will be updated next Sunday. I am very sorry for that delay. Anyway please review if you like it so far.
Disclaimer: I own nothing whatsoever. J.k. Rowling does.
Chapter one
He was sorry. He was so sorry. He tried telling that to his uncle over and over again, but it just never worked no matter how hard he begged. His Uncle would just come in, beat the hell out of him then leave.
It started almost two weeks ago, that is from the day he arrived at private drive. Uncle Vernon had lost his job over the winter, and he couldn't find anyone to blame except himself, but off course he wouldn't take that so he took it out on his nephew.
That was it. Vernon would go out, get drunk, kick and punch his nephew, then untie his belt and whip the boy until his back is numb. So that was Harry's everyday family time.
Right now he was on the floor in the corner with his knees up to his chest. He was rocking back and forth trying as best as he could not to think about the pain that was on his back and chest and head and legs and. everywhere. The rocking was making it worse, but he just couldn't stop. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't stop, shouldn't stop.
Harry was trying to swallow, but all that slid down his throat was blood from the inside of his cheek where he had bit in order not to cry out in pain as his uncle hit him.
He was shaking all over, with sweat rolling down the side of his dirty face. He was cold on the outside as well as on the inside.
Breathing was a labor to him. Every breath caused excessive pain to run though his lungs. Maybe that's a sign that he should just stop breathing, and drop dead. That would feel much better.
He thought that someone would have thought that he was in trouble by now. He hadn't sent any reply to the letters. Not that he could anyway since his uncle had boarded up the windows so that no ray of light would go in the room. It sure worked.
At least he didn't have to do anymore chores. Not that it was for his best interest; it was just that his uncle was worried if someone saw his nephew in the state he was in.
Harry wished that he had his eyeglasses with him, but Dudley had smashed them by 'accidentally' stepping on them.
Suddenly he heard hushed voices down stairs. That must be his uncle coming back, thought Harry, but another voice in his head told him that his uncle had just left a few minutes ago. He was so confused. Harry placed his burning forehead on his knees and his hands on the back of his neck then continued to rock faster in his place. Blood was trickling down his spine. He was causing further injury to his wounds by moving so much, but he didn't care.
Light footsteps were heard on the staircase and they were coming toward his room. They were coming to get him. Who 'they were he did not know. All he knew is that he was scared and so confused.
"Alohamora" a quiet voice said outside his door. With a soft click the door swung open sending light into the dark room, but not reaching its corners.
"Harry?" asked the voice in a whisper. Harry watched as a shadow from the door looked around the small room.
"Harry are you in here?" said the voice a little louder. Harry realized that the voice belonged to Sirius. He fidgeted in his position and made a little voice, which drew Sirius' attention.
Sirius frowned and walked toward the dark corner. He spotted Harry's form.
"Harry!?" Sirius gasped rushing toward his godson, But his harsh voice only made Harry more frightened, for he started shaking worse than he did before.
"Sirius, did you find him?" asked a voice from down the hall. That was Professor Lupin's voice Harry's mind registered.
"Yeah. yeah he's over. over here," said Sirius as he slowly lowered himself to the ground to get to Harrys level, and crawled to him.
"Hi," Sirius said in a whisper not to surprise Harry. But Harry didn't lift his head, though it was obvious he was sick. The shaking was enough evidence, but also now that Sirius was so close to him he could feel slight warmth radiating from him. "Sirius, what are you doing?" asked Remus from the door with slight impatience.
"I can't get him to look up." Said Sirius still looking at his godson, and trying to get as near as possible to him.
Remus came to check out what all the fuss was about, once he had glanced at the situation his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.
"Come on Harry just look at me. just look. I'm not going to hurt you," Sirius said in a-would be soothing voice if there wasn't a little tremor in it.
"Sirius we don't have much time. The wards will be back in place within a few minutes," Remus said checking his muggle watch on his wrist.
Sirius sighed and said, "I'm sorry Harry. Stupefy!" With that the boys slumped sideways on the ground, but still Sirius and Remus couldn't see Harrys bruised and bloodied face.
It was silent for a few moments then Sirius slowly edged toward the body took of his cloak and placed it on the boy and lifted him up.
"He's so light," Sirius remarked surprised. He felt his hands get wet, but he guessed that it was sweat from the fevered boy.
Remus went first, and stood at the bottom of the stairs.
"Accio All possessions (A/N: I'm not sure that could work)" Suddenly the trunk came out of the cupboard but not before it crashed through the door.
"I thought he said he kept some stuff under his bed in his room," said Sirius looking upstairs as if expecting a wand to come whizzing down the stair.
"He mustn't have had the time," said Remus as he shrunk the trunk to the size of a matchbox.
"What about the Dursleys?" Asked Sirius shifting the load in his arms a bit. His palms were strangely sticky.
"I put a sleeping charm on them, they'll be awake in the morning," said Remus as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
"We better be off then," Said Sirius. Even though Remus had put a sleeping charm on them, the house just had a sense of . misery and sadness. It was rather unnerving.
Sirius and Remus walked outside to the dew wet grass on the garden then took their wands out.
"Alright apparate on the count of three. One. Two. Three!" said Remus, with that the figures disappeared from the garden outside the house, and to Black Manor's garden.
Authors note: Well here is chapter one. I hope that you enjoyed it. Oh and Chapter 16 of the story "I don't Understand" will be updated next Sunday. I am very sorry for that delay. Anyway please review if you like it so far.