Harry woke to hear Dudley lumbering down the stairs, it sounded like a mini earthquake. Ah. There was the large earthquake produced by uncle Vernon. Harry was glad he no longer lived in the cupboard, because he'd be constantly worrying about the stairs collapsing and killing him!

Harry raised from his bed to take in the room that was so different to his room at the Holmes'. There was a thin gathering of dust over the surface of his desk, the door which was clearly locked from the outside had a cat flap drilled in the bottom of the door. The proof that his relatives hated him was no longer painful he had accepted that they could never love him.

He remembered the first time uncle Vernon had hit him, he had come home with better grades than Dudley so Vernon walloped him across the face sending the little Harry flying. He could remember his uncle's face he looked scared after his aunt had said something, and they acted as if they were waiting for something. They were arguing and he could hear his aunts shrill screeching from his cupboard but what they were waiting for never came so his uncle got bolder and Harry's life got steadily worse. Harry scrunched his eyes shut retreating into his memory castle where he placed the memory back into the dungeons, where all his Dursleys experiences lived.

Harry's eyes flickered open when he heard the five locks of his door click open, and keys jingle. He rose checking nothing magical was lying around and turned to face his aunt, whose sneer was nearly as impressive as Snapes. It must be the iceberg horse teeth, however they weren't twisted and yellowing like Snapes. Ugh harry shuddered

'You' his aunt's eyes narrowed.

'So your back then'

'Yes aunt Petunia' He replied thinking 'Obiously'.

With a malicious glint in her eyes that made Harry wary his aunt led him to the bathroom, like a prisoner, she waited outside while he went to the toilet and retrieved the toothbrush from behind the sink scraping it painfully dry over his teeth knowing he wasn't allowed toothpaste his aunt screeched '10 seconds freak' through the door while he rushed to throw water on his face. Back in his bedroom his aunt informed him 'Dudders and I are going to a flower show for a couple of days they will buy him a new phone' she paused 'your uncle is staying here working and will deal with your punishment' ah Harry understood the evil glint in her eyes now the perverse pleasure in his pain.

Fear ran through him he couldn't use magic here even if emancipated as Dumbledore would know from the wards, so he couldn't protect himself from the fat brute of a whale. Harry would have to just take it, and deal with the pain, he cursed himself for not making healing potions while with Sherlock. Damn.

The only person who had come undetected by the headmaster was dobby, but dobby couldn't help as he was employed by Hogwarts and by extension the headmaster. He didn't know any potter house elves so he would have to convince kreacher. That if im alive when Vernon's done. It's my birthday this week, so the Weasleys will probably get me soon after he rationalised to himself trying to stop the familiar panic. He could use the Hogwarts owl to send a note to ask them to get him ASAP.

Hedwig hadn't returned after he sent the first letter, he was quite suspicious of this 'best friends.' Harry knew that if Hermione really wanted to write to him then shed use muggle post shed know that wizards don't intercept muggle stuff underestimating it. Yes Harry was very suspicious good job he made truth potion and forgetful potion with Sherlock. It was the genius' idea after hearing Harrys doubts however Sherlock's face told Harry that he was very right to be suspicious. That scared Harry. He was scared the betrayal would snap him.

The door slammed snapping Harry from his depressing thoughts. The rain was slashing against the window. His uncle was coming.