I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS! these are the harry potter books. i only own the plot

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Special Thanks: Thank you so much apologize.in.advance for all of your help, encouragment and patience- definietly the patience-. I truly appreciate it.

Chapter One: The Beginning

Harry woke up in a cold sweat from yet another bad dream. He couldn't begin to explain it even if he wanted to... which he didn't.

He tried to calm his breathing without taking breathes to deep, his ribs were killing him. He lifted his shirt to check on them and noticed how the cut caused by the belt buckle was still red and hasn't scabbed over very well. he then checked on the bruising on his ribs, stomach, legs, arms, and back.

The injuries didn't look to bad but they didn't feel to good either. Harry sighed, then instantly regretted it as his ribs twinged.

'Oh, well. i've gotten worse before', he thinks to himself. Then he smiles as he realizes tomorrow he leaves for Hogwarts, he'll be free for a little while. That's all he wants.

The smile fades into a look of panic when Harry see's the clock and realizes he needs to get up before the Dursley's wake up and see that he isn't cooking them breakfast! Harry gets up, almost hitting his head on the slopped ceiling of his cupboard. He slips on some clothes and avoids looking in the mirror, he always hates what he see's.

He gets out into the hallway and runs to the kitchen and starts frying bacon then cracks the eggs for their omelet. Harry briefly get's lightheaded and nearly falls over.

Of course, the Dursely's pick that time to show up in the kitchen. Mr. Dursely gives the boy a harsh slap to the face and tells him to stop fooling about.

Harry curses himself for being so stupid and apologizes to Mr. Dursely. When breakfast is done cooking he serves the plates to Mrs. Dursely and then Mr. Dursely and finally his cousin Dudely.

They all ignore him and start eating their food like pigs. Harry is about to take a bite of a slice of bacon that he had cooked for himself when Mr. Dursley slaps it out of his hand and says,

" How dare you!? You with hold food from the family that took you in. We took in a freak like you and you go and steal our food!"

Harry feels guilt and then dread as Mr. Dursely gets that look in his eye, an excited gleam, Harry knows what that means.

" No! Sir please i'm sorry! I really am, i won't do it again please!" Harry begs. He backs away into the hall and stumbles to the floor, he was so hungry and thirsty, but he was even more tired than anything else. so all that left him unbalanced and dizzy, he was defensless in this state. His uncle came closer and Harry closed his eyes as he knew what was coming.

Blow after blow after blow to his sides and back. Harry remembered seeing multiple feet kicking which means that Dudely has joined in as well.

"P-please... stop!", Harry begs before he can stop himself.

"You are so pathetic!", Mr. Dursely hollars.

Harry is dragged to the living room where he gets hit with a belt over and over again. Harry, knowing this wouldn't end anytime soon, began to count the hits he took to distract himself from the pain. His clothes began to tear, as well as his skin.

"Honey. As much as i hate to stop you", Mrs. Dursely interupts sounding like she wished she could just watch this " He has to leave tomorrow for that freakshow he calls a school and those wizard freaks may come snooping around if he doesn't show up."

Mr. Dursely stops and nods his agreement to Mrs. Dursely. Then he crouches down close to Harry's face. He looks absolutely disgusted to be so close to Harry.

"You are a worthless freak. you get in everyone's way and you just don't stop bothering people", Mr. Dursely begins, " you will not tell anyone about this...", Mr. Dursely chuckles, "but even if you did, no one would care. you deserve everything you get".

He puts and hand a Harry's neck then he slowly drags his hand down his chest, past his stomach, and tugs at the waist line of Harry's jeans he then proceeded to grab Harry in an uncomfortable spot. Then after making sure Harry was still in pain and uncomfortable with what he did , Mr. Dursely abrubtly stood up and gave Harry devilish grin. Before Harry had time to realize what he was going to do, Mr. Dursely kicked Harry in the back of the head, knocking him out instantly.

Harry woke up hours later with, not surprisingly, a massive headache. Harry rolled over to relieve pressure off his head and back. He groaned in pain as he forced himself into a sitting position. He got another head rush and started to fall over again, but stopped himself just in time.

He looked over at the clock and saw that it was 4:00A.M. Ron and the twins would be meeting Harry at Ms. Anthea's house at 7.

Ms. Anthea was one of the few muggle's who new about the wizarding world, she had been assisting people when they need to get to Hogwarts and she watches over the streets to make sure no Dementors attack.

Harry had known Ms. Anthea for a long time and he liked her, she was so sweet and could defend herself against a dementor even though she was in her mid 80's.

Harry looked around the room to see if there was anything he wanted to take with him to Hogwart's besides his small bookbag which contains four shirts and three pairs of pants, that was all the cloths he owned. His room was as bare as it always was, the only things he had was his wand, owl, and the clothes. Nothing else. He didnt have a blanket or anything like that, so he didn't need to worry about that.

He forced himself to stand up but made sure to duck his head just enough to avoid hitting the low ceiling.

Harry decided he would leave now to avoid seeing his Aunt and Uncle in the morning. He could just sit on Ms. Anthea's porch until she woke up or the Weasely's showed up, whichever comes first.

Harry changed into a clean pair of cloths and realizes the clothes that he had been wearing were now useless.

"Great", Harry mutters sarcastically.

He grabbed his bag and quietly grabbed his wand and unlocked the cupboard door, which they always lock after a punishment. when he finally got out of his cupboard his crept out the front door.

Harry let a smile show on his face as he breathed in the fresh air which he hadn't had since he left Hogwart's. Harry was free! He was just so happy to be outside despite the injuries to his body.

Harry began to walk down the street to Ms. Anthea's house. It was a few blocks down and it would take about 15 minutes to get there. But Harry didn't mind, he enjoyed walking down the dark road, away from the Dursley's house.

Harry had to stop twice on the way to Ms. Anthea's house. His ribs were killing him and his headache was making his head spin and, if he got to light headed, his vision began to darken and he would almost pass out. So to stop that from happening he had to pause and take a break. so, due to Harry's injuries, the 15 minute walk turned into a thirty minute stumble-walk.

But, he made it. Harry stopped in front of Ms. Anthea's house and then slowly crouched down to sit on her porch. Harry groaned out in pain but was relieved to know he was getting away.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!! And once again i want to thank apologize.in.advance For everything! ( you should check out her stories, i love them all).

This story i have written will be a series. I will hopefully have it out soon and get into a good routine.

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