"Happy Birthday to me I guess" Harry James Potter sighed, it was his sixth birthday and the church bell had just struck midnight. Harrys birthdays where hardly enjoyable and he had almost forgotten about it, it was only his Uncle Vernon's annual reminder that he shouldn't expect anything that reminded him. Whilst Harry was trying to get to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs of number 4 privet drive, Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin were at Mrs Arabella Figgs house across the road.

"WHAT!" shouted Sirius.

"Yesterday I saw Vernon Dursley slap Harry." repeated Mrs Figg. Vernon and Petunia Dursley where Harrys guardians, and they, to put it lightly, did not like him. Their son Dudley was known to regularly used him as a punch bag too.

Sirius was Harrys god farther, his best friend- Harrys dad- was James Potter, he had unfortunately been murdered by The Dark Lord 5 years ago along with his wife Lily Potter, and Harry had gone to live with the Dursleys, who where his only living relatives.

"I'll kill him!" Sirius shouted.

"Sirius," Remus reasoned, "it's nearly midnight, lets get some rest then come back tomorrow." He placed a reassuring hand on his friends shoulder which instantly calmed him.

Calming down, Sirius nodded and made his way to the spare room that Mrs Figg had offered him.

THE NEXT DAY

"Boy," uncle Vern on growled, "get in here!" Harry sighed and wandered into the kitchen, "stop dawdling" uncle Vernon ordered.

"Yes sir." Harry replied.

Uncle Vernon then proceeded to scold Harry about not being punctual until the doorbell interrupted him…