Author's Note: Thanks to some enchouraging reviews I decided to type out the second chapter to this fanfic. IT actualy came out much longer then I had expected but I am pretty happy with it even thought it was kinda hard to get in the mindset for this chapter. I hope youall enjoy and feed the adictivly pleasurable fealing I get from the reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own the fictional charactors of the Harry Potter world. This story will eventualy contain slash of the Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy veritity so leave now befor you get involved in the story okay.

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A Home with no Heart

The room spun in different colors as the two raced towards their destination. After a moment of lights and spirals flashes all turned dark. Ron could sense that they had stopped moving and that they were at the other end of the floo channel that Harry had opened. They were there but it was dark. Something was not right.

"Harry what happened?" squeaked Ron. "Did we get intercepted or something?"

"No," Harry said simply but firmly. He muttered something that sounded like 'typical' before muttering a small spell. With a flash of red light Ron felt splinters smash into his robes and face. He quickly shielded his eyes and let out a yelp.

They both stepped out of the hole in the wall that Harry had created. Even thought there was still saw dust in the air and wood now littered around the floor Ron remembered his environment in a second. His face flared with heat and anger as he stared at the pristine furniture and the pictures of everyone but Harry. He saw the Whale man and his horse face wife in one picture holding a disgruntled blob between them trying to hold onto a fake smile. This was the Dursly's.

"Why in gods name did you come here Harry," bellowed the redhead. "Why would you call this place your home after all they have done to you?"

"Go ahead and yell Ron," said Harry, "I certainly don't want to the be one to wake them up. Well I guess it was a shocker for you to find out that I call this place home. Well actually I don't call this place home, I call that place home." Harry pointed across the living room to a small door under the stairs. It was the cupboard under the stairs where Harry spent most of his life.

He slowly pulled the door open revealing his old home. "Ah it's still here, my old bed. I cannot believe they didn't move it." Harry marveled as he touched the bed as if trying to absorb the very feeling of it. It was dustier and full of cobwebs and definitely felt smaller then before but it was definitely his bed.

"It's a ruddy spider infested cot in a storage cupboard Harry!" Ron yelled in full realization of exactly how life with the Dursly's had been before Harry came to Hogwarts. His mind whirling with images of a small Harry sitting under the stares and being a slave to the Durslys. 'How can I know this stuff' he wondered before being interrupted by a voice.

"Things were so much simpler before this all started. I knew my place. I knew the order of the world. Now I am not so sure." Harry said in a voice that was meant for no one and everyone at the same time.

"Harry listen to me. This is not your home; this is not your life. You are a wizard and a powerful one at that. What they did to you was a shame, a right bloody shame but you need to leave here and put all this behind you." The last part was loud and he through his hands up pointing to the house in general.

"I didn't come here for absolution Ron. Not to forget and certainly not to forgive. I came for one reason." Harry paused. "Well first we have to deal with them I guess." Harry turned and sat on the cot and pointed to the stairs above him. Ron looked up to see both Vernon and Dudley holding baseball bats and the horsewoman looming behind them looking on in horror at her living room.

"What are you freaks doing here!" bellowed Vernon.

"Don't call us freaks you great soding whale!" yelled Ron matching Vernon's volume and intensity.

"Ron," whispered Harry as he rubbed his temples, still sitting on the cot.

"You dare come into my home and insult me. You freaks need to be taught a lesson. All you unnatural things flying in the face of the natural hard working normal people here." Vernon bellowed before reaching for the cupboard out of habit.

Ron reacted quickly by pulling out his wand and shoving it under Vernon's blubbery throat. "You will deal with me Vernon. I am not a frightened child or an underage wizard afraid of your wrath. Harry is out here risking his life to visit you for gods know what reason even though we are on the brink of all out war. He is above you now Vernon. Now you be best to just sit down and shut it." Ron screwed his wand tighter into the whale's neck, eyes wide with fury.

"Ron," said Harry still rubbing his temples.

"War? Ha I knew it. You freaks have finally banded together to wipe us all out. See I told you Petunia if we just let him and his kind do whatever they want they will eventually come around and kill us all" Vernon huffs and Petunia gave a shriek.

"You arrogant ass!" Ron was really boiling over now. "Harry isn't trying to kill the muggles. He is trying to save your pathetic people from someone who wants you all dead. You know you're very much alike, who would have thought a whale and snake could have so much in common. You should get down on your knees and thank him for taking up this war on his shoulders when he is just 17 or rather almost 17. I mean rea…"

"RON!" Harry screamed as he rose from the cot no longer worrying about the pain in his head.

Both Vernon and Ron turned at the same time and shouted "What" together.

If anyone noticed the small chuckle Harry gave at the sight of the two of them shouting together he didn't see it. "Listen I already told you that I didn't come here to forget or forgive them." Harry ignored the horrified look on the Dursly's face at the notion that they needed to be forgiven.

"I didn't come here to fight, I came here to offer them sanctuary."

Both Ron and Vernon looked horrified. Neither of them could baffle what the boy had just said.

"Listen I need you all to sit, we have much to discuss and very little time to do it."

Harry and Ron moved back to the living room and sat on one of the couches and waited for Dursly clan to make their move.

"Now listen boy. I don't know what you are going…" Vernon started but was quickly derailed by a powerful command.

"I said sit down and listen." Harry said coolly and calmly. He felt his hair rise up a little bit by his ears. He closed his eyes for a sec and tried to calm his emotions. 'This is no time to loose it now Harry.' He thought to himself.

The Dursly's took a seat across from Harry and Ron. Both Harry and Ron gave a small grin as they heard Dudley ask his mother "he isn't gonna blow us up is he?"

Harry gave a deep sigh, ignoring the stare coming from both Ron and his 'family.' "Listen. Things have changed over the last year. The small details are unimportant but what is importation is that Dumbledore is now dead. The one who came to you and told you that you had to keep me to protect me." Harry pointed out at the blank stares in his relative's faces.

'As Ron has so elegantly pointed out I have taken up his mantle as the leader for the side of the light. This makes you a target. Weather you like it or not Voldemort and his followers will find you." Harry look and saw his cousin unconsciously flex his muscles trying to show he can take care of himself.

"No Dudley. They wont torture you physically. They will use a horrible curse as a means to get information out of you." Harry flinched as he remembered the hospital bed that held the Longbottoms. "They will extract the information, violate your minds and bodies to get anything they can use against me. And after they are done they will either kill you or leave you to live the rest of your life in a mental ward, suffering from metal trauma that cannot be undone even with magic.

Harry looked at the trio again. Dudley was dumbstruck. Petunia was looking down at her hands and Vernon was turning even more purple. "And don't think that them killing you will be any easier. They will kill you slowly, in methods I wish I didn't know about." Harry reached and messaged his scar. "And when they finally do kill you they will desecrate your corpse. They will use your blood and your bones to work their dark magic. Your remains will be used as a source of power to kill countless more. In the end I do not know if there would even be enough left of you for a proper burial. Also believe me when I say that having your blood forcably used for the darkest and most forbidden of magic is not the most pleasant experience." Harry now reached and grabbed his arm in the spot where his blood was taken to resurrect Voldemort just a few years ago.

The silence was deafening for Harry. Would his family really condemn themselves just for spite or for pride?

"Why?" came a feeble and meek voice. Everyone in the room turned and looked at the source of the voice. It was Petunia Dursly.

Harry was shocked. He had expected Dudley to cry or Vernon to yell but he had also expected Petunia to just be quiet through this ordeal and follow her husband. He stuttered to find the words but Petunia beat him to the punch.

"After all we have done to you, all that you have done to us. Why are you saving us? You should be willing our death with glee. You really are a sad twisted little man."

"And whose fault is it that I'm little anyway?" Harry roared for the first time tonight. "I know it's a moot point but I am under average height from years of malnutrition, no outright starvation from your gentle loving care. I was with you people for 10 years of my life, and I didn't know what it was like to be full until I went to Hogwarts. Where as here I could see you everyday feeding your precious Dudley to death!"

A small tear ran down Harry's cheek and he felt his hair rise again. 'No don't loose it, keep your cool.'

Harry stammered again for a few seconds before reaching back open handed smashing a vase behind him. Then he took a shard in his bloody hand and with uncanny accuracy slung it across Petunia's cheek making a small trickle of blood come out of it.

Petunia gasped at the sting attempting to cover her face. Harry then dove down onto his knees in front of her and pulled her hand away. He placed his bloodstained hand next to hers and looked up to her face.

"Blood is the most important and most powerful ingredient that can be used in magic. A drop of dragon's blood can infuse potions wit the power to cure illness or can cause it. I am almost certain blood is a key component in the Philosopher's Stone, which can grant immortal life. My mother's blood flows through me and protected me from Voldemort's magic and your blood has protected me for the last 17 years. My own blood brought that monster back from the brink of death. Blood is pretty powerful but look at it."

Harry used his unwounded hand to turn Petunia's face towards their hands. "Looks the same doesn't it. They're both red, they both clot and turn dark. Both our blood will help heal us and sustain us. The thing is it looks like everyone else blood, but I know better. Petunia you and Dudley are my blood. The blood of the woman who loved me and protected me from harm. She loved you and I'm sure on some level you loved her. Please Petunia don't let YOUR pride make this blood stop."

He didn't know when they started but both his aunt and he were crying. Tentatively at first they moved towards each other until entering the first embrace they ever shared. Dudley just sat there, unable to comprehend what was going on. It was just blood. He was more worried about his father. He had never seen him so angry looking but still holding back.

Back at the chair Ron was sitting with his face nestled against his fisted hand. He was ashamed that the boy who knew nothing of family was able to get what he was never able to. Family is about unconditional love and a connection beyond the minds ability to see. They can be battered, frayed and pushed the edge of breaking but the ties of family are true and strong. He suddenly had the urge to owl Percy and to accept one of his mother heartfelt embraces.

After a long and awkward embrace Petunia got up and tried to regain her composure. "Dudley lets go and pack as much cloths as we can, we are going with Harry."

Dudley got up and started to the stares throwing a tentative look over his shoulder at his festering father. He wondered what Harry was going to say to get him to come with them. He mouthed to his cousin 'Please.' He didn't' want his dad to die.

"Well uncle Vernon?" Harry said standing tall and not afraid to let the tears glisten on his face. "Are you going to come with me or not."

"Boy.." Vernon gave a deep swallow. Pride really has a bitter taste he thought to himself, but not worse the shame really. "Harry, how do I know that over there is going to be any better then what you described? I don't know how many of your kind know what we have done to you over the years. How do I know what their reaction will be to the people who mistreated their so-called savior. I just want to know if my family will be safe Harry."

Vernon had an honest look in his eye. It was the first time that Harry had ever seen that look. It was raw, it was fearful, it was earnest. At the same time however he looked aged and defeated.

"Only a few of us now what you did to Harry Mr. Dursly. If Harry wants to protect you then the wizzarding world will have no quarrels with it I am sure. It is up to Harry."

"No," said Harry, "it really is up to you. I will not tell anyone about it but you have to be able to be civil amongst us. If you take my hand it represents a binding magical contract of sanctuary that has to be honored by all those who have pledged themselves to the light. They will accept you, the problem is, can you accept them?"

There was some more silence before his aunt's voice once again pierced the void. "We don't have to go through the fireplace do we?"

"Sorry but it is the only direct route to the school unless you want to appariate but with that many people coming with us, I cannot guarantee that we' would all end up with the right body parts"

The Dursly's looked horror stricken as Harry said this with a straight face. Ron gave a nod and pulled out a sac of Floo Powder that he kept for emergencies. The 4 of them moved over the fireplace, struggling to fit. Harry gave a look at Vernon who still stood there with a strained look on his face. Then Harry gave out a smile extended his hand to his uncle. Much to Ron's surprise Vernon took the hand.

A twirl of light and a few moments later they were once again falling through a fireplace. All three of the Dursly's landed on rears with a loud thump. Harry couldn't help but giggle.

"Um Vernon this is Molly Weasly, I believe you met her husband before. She is helping with rooms and such. I am sure they can find a room for you guys." Harry then turned into a wall so he could let out a full roaring laugh.

Harry then felt a tug on his robes. He turned around expecting a punch from Dudley but instead was face to face with Ron. "Harry we need to talk."

"About what mate," asked the boy still red with glee.

"Where is your wand?" Harry looked taken back for a second.

"In Dumbledore's old office. I guess I forgot it there before we left. Oops I guess."

"Don't play kiddy with me Harry Potter. You blew out that wall and then repaired it so that a fireplace was there were there was none before. And that hair raising thing, I felt power. It was much stronger then even when you were giving that speech at the funeral. I want answers Harry." Ron finished with a huge breath.

'Dawm it' thought Harry.

"Alright, find Hermione and meet me up in my office in 20 minutes or so. It will probably take you that long to find her in all this chaos. More and more people seem to be coming in by the minute."

"Okay I'll go find her but no beating around the bush."

Harry threw up his hands in a defeated gesture as he walked to his office. Wow it was his office now. How weird.

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"You look stressed."

"Tell me about it we were gone for less then an hour and I feel like I was negotiating a treaty for world war III. That old man can be so stubborn. And don't you even dare say it, I didn't get my stubborn streak from my uncle of all people. So how was it outside?" Harry finished with a hasty question.

"Nice change of subject. It was just as you said it would be. They placed the mark above the house and three Deatheaters came for the Durslys. It could have gotten messy if they had made it past the barrier."

"They wouldn't have. The magic we did, it would have taken them days to break it down. Did they see your?" Harry asked.

"Nah, I was careful. Don't worry I wont make my presence known until you tell me to. I like working form the shadows anyway. It ads to my appeal I think."

"Ha funny." Harry paused. "You had better get going, Ron is bringing Hermione up here for a talk. I forgot my wand tonight and I did some rather obvious spells." He bit his lip.

"Those emotions are going to be the death of you Harry Potter," said the voice, "or the savior of us all. You will have to tell them about me sooner or later and I would rather it be sooner."

"What are your precious shadows starting to make you fell isolated?"

"Don't get fresh with me. I will leave now I can sense them coming. From what I can sense this will be a long night."

Harry felt the shadows behind him bend and once again there was silence. He knew what his friend was speaking of. He could feel it too. His friends wanted answers, real ones not just orders to divert their attention.

"Yup, this is going to be a long night."

To be continued……

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Okay first thing first.

otaku3kagome: hmmm was a day a soon enough update XD

fifespice: I hope that this answered one of your questions. As for the mystery charactor lets just say its a mystery :þ

Eilonwy-Aire: Thanks for the review it lifted me up and gave me my first review high. As for the spelling errors I do apoligize over and over again. I am a horrible speller (I think I am going color blind from all the red squigly lines pre-spellcheck -.-') and I have to rely on the better judgement of the spellchecker. I also dont' have access to my HP books so i apoligize to everyone for name errors ; ;

Okay I hope to udate regularly but I have a bit of problem. both with Fear no more and my non magical Back to Back (for those of you who are What If non magic fans) I wrote the begining chaptor (or 2 in this case) and the endings but not the middle stuff so I need to brainstorm for a bit. Oh well read and review plz.