Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me (dam!). Etc. The plot and story is original (to the best of my knowledge, where plagiarism is involved credit is given). I am not an evil person; this is mainly an experiment with evil.

Warning: Later chapters will contain a lot of violence.

The rays of the morning sun filtered in through the lone window in the smallest bedroom of Number 4 Privet Drive. A loud shrill rang through the room as the alarm clock went off. The lone occupant of the room got up with a start.

Another day of pure misery thought Harry Potter, the most famous boy in the Wizarding World. Harry hated the other residents of 4, Privet Drive. The Dursleys, related to Harry by his Aunt Petunia, had been horrible to Harry, ever since his was left at their doorstep fifteen years in the past. They had locked him up in a broom closet for eleven years, and generally abused him. You see, the Dursleys hated all forms of Magic, and therefore Harry who was a constant reminder of the relation. It was only when he started going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, did they start to treat him with some semblance of humanity.

Harry felt around the bedside for his glasses, finding them he put them on and the world came into focus. Only fifteen days until term starts at Hogwarts he thought. Hogwarts! I haven't done any of my homework, he realized suddenly, Snape is going to have field day taking points form Gryffindor. Snape was the nastiest teacher at Hogwarts and held a special loathing for Harry. Gryffindor was one of the three houses in the school, considered by most the best.

A flying brown ball hurdled itself at Harry's window, just managing to fall into the room, through the small slit that was open. 'Pig' exclaimed Harry. Pig belonged to Harry's best (male) friend Ron Weasley.

Harry picked up small owl and placed it on a table, which had some water and food in bowls. The brown owl hooted a thank you and drank some water. Harry took the letter from the leg and began to read.

Dear Harry,

                  I've got some awful news, so you may want to sit before you read further. Hermione's house was attacked by a group of death eaters trying to convert her to the dark side!

Oh! My god, thought Harry.

But, they did not get past the protection spells placed by Dumbledore on the house. So, instead they blew up everything around the house, the street, their car, everything. Hermione and her parents managed to escape by floo powder and the death eaters were chased off by the aurors. I just heard the news from dad. They are trying to find a place to put them; Dumbledore does not want to use the burrow as he says it's not safe enough. It sounds bad Harry; Fudge still refuses to acknowledge the return of You-know-who. It seems You-know-who must is not doing much in Britain; therefore Fudge can keep the ministry in check. No, one has actual proof, and those who have seen Voldemort Fudge has had discredited.

I have to go now; dad is calling a family council. Dumbledore, promised to keep dad up with the latest information, I'll keep owling you.

Ron.

Harry took out a quill and a piece of parchment and began to write.

Dear Ron,

               I can't believe they would attack Hermione. This is all my fault, the only reason they want her is to get to me. I am quite worried about her, Ron. I mean, she must have gone through a lot. Look, I'm worried that they may come after you next. Maybe, you should setup some protection spells around the burrow, I'm sure Dumbledore will agree. Owl me as soon, as you find out more or Hermione. I've sent Hedwig to Sirius, so I don't know when I'll be able to owl both of you next.

Take care mate,

Harry

Harry caught the small owl, which was flying in circles around the room. He attached the letter to his leg.

'For Ron' he said to it. The owl hooted and flew out the window. Jesus, Harry thought. It's happening all over again. Just when I got over the death of Cedric… He suddenly had a flashback.

Kill the spare…

And then green light. The memory had been giving him nightmares ever since the end of the third task in the Tri-Wizard tournament.

'If he hadn't taken Cedric with him…'

'NO!' he said aloud. I must not feel guilty. 'All this pain and suffering is because of Voldemort'.

Voldemort, the name caused a surge of hatred to rise in Harry. He had killed his parents when Harry was a baby. The most feared evil wizard, had almost died when he had tried to kill baby Harry. Leaving a scar which distinguished Harry from the crowd. But, now he was back, resurrected using Harry's blood, taken after the third task.

 His thoughts were interrupted by a scream from downstairs…