Do not own Harry Potter.
I'm starting at fifth year summer. hope this is ok. A thousand words!
"YOU FREAK!" Harrys' horrble uncle yelled at him. His face was red with rage as he looked at this freak with disgust. He hit Harry hard in the chest with his fat fist sending him flying. Harry crashed into the wall three feet where he was standing just a moment ago. He quickly sucked in a lungful of breath before feeling his uncles' fist around his neck, lifting him up from off the could hardly breath as his uncle chocked him. "How could you do this to my son!" He asked him with a sneer. He threw Harry to the ground like a towel. Harry felt his left wrist snap when he colided with the hard tile floor.
"Go to your room, you freak!" His horrid aunt told him, pointing up the stairs. She could care less right now that Harry was in pain, infact she enjoyed seeing him like this. Hary slowly got up from the floor and limped over to the stairs. he grabbed the railing with his right hand and slowly whent up the staircase. It was hard to walk up those steps, yet Harry wanted to get away from his relites as fast as he he reached his room, Harry slowly opened his door, showing his dark, lonely room. He closed the door behind him as he made his way to his bed. Slowly siting on it, he inspected his left hand. Yep, broken. He thought to himself as he tried to move it. he let out a sharp hiss of pain when he tried.
He did not do anything to their son. The dementors had cause him to be so scared, not him. Harry looked at his pet owls cage. he had sent her away with messages to ron and , he thought to himself with saddness engulfing him. He layed down on his bed, looking at the ceailing. "Now what?" He asked himself in a wisper. He was in pain. His relitives diden't care though. All they cared about was their son. Never Harry. He slowly felt his neck and closed his eyes. there was going to be bruises everwear on his body tomorrow, no doubt about that fact. Harry let himself fall asleep, knowing that it was the only thing he could do right now that would cause the least ammount of pain.
Severus walked into the headquarters of the Order of the Phenix with a frown on his face. He had just been messaged by Dumbledoor to come over here as quickly as he could. It was the urgency in his voice from the flu that made Severus stop his potions and come straight away to the headquarters. He looked up and saw the Weasley childern looking down on him with courious expressions on their faces. He looked back ahead and opened the door to the kitchion, revealing all th members of the order. "You called for me Headmaster?" Severus asked the whited bearded man who was at the head of the table. He walked into the room and shut the door behind him, still looking at the older looked at him with his twinkling blue eyes, filled with worry.
"It's Harry, He was attacked by Dementors at his home town." Sverus looked at him with disbelef. 'That would meen that The Dark Lord-" "Has gotten in touch with some of his former helpers, yes, that seems to be the case." Dumbledoor finished Severus' sentence for him. Severus looked at the other members of the older with a blank look. They all looked distrought over this news. He was too, but he just did not want to show it.
"So what now?" Siris, who was sitting to the left of Dumbledoor, asked the headmaster with a look of sadness. Dumbledoor looked down at the table before responding. "We must get Harry over here as soon as we can." Severus nodded in agreement. It was best for the boy to come over here so he could be watched more closely. Although that would meen seeing him more then he would like. "Severus will go tomorrow to get him." Dumbledoor told every one with a smile that made it seem he had just told eveyone tea was ready.
This made Sirus angry, "Why him?" He asked the Headmaster with a look of disgust. Molly and Author looked at each other with looks of disbeief. The rest of the members just stayed silent, not knowing what was going to happen. Severus, on the other hand looked at the Headmaster like he was nuts. "Your seirous?" He asked him. Dumbledoor kept on smiling as he pointed to Sirus. "No he is, But I do want you to go to Harrys' relitives to retreave the boy tommrow." Severus looked into thoes blue eyes that showed him that the old man was not joking.
Soon after this, Severus apprated to his house. He landed at about a block from his house in an allyway. Walking to his house he found that no one was out that night. Not even the local teenages were out tonight. Severus enjoyed a peaceful walk home under the stars. When he reached his house he opened the door and silently walked in to the could building. Severus walked past the living room and up the stairs. He then whent into his room and shut the door. He kicked off his shoes and fell onto his bed.
Looking up at his cealing, he made a digusted face as he thought of picking up Harry tomorrow. "the brat might not want to leave." He mumbled to himself falling asleep.
I'm starting to really like this story. Y tu? Review!
Y tu. Spanish for 'and you?'
