Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J K Rowling as do the ideas that this story is based on.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius/Harry
Warnings: slash: male homosexual relationships, mature content, child abuse and goes off cannon towards the end of book four.

Say What?

Chapter 1

A young boy sat on a cot facing the door to his freedom, which he knew was locked. The boy watched the door with his deep emerald eyes between the slits in a curtain of wild black hair. He had his knees drawn to his chest with his good arm on an old army cot that looked just as beat up as he did. The boy had bruises or scrapes on every part of his body. His right arm hung uselessly at an odd angle. If anyone had seen the child, they would have known that this child as being abused. His clothes were at the least two sizes too big and he what little skin was not damaged, was covered in dirt from the back garden or residue from previous chores.

What people did not know was that this young boy was named Harry Potter. Despite his looks, he had endured a lot in his short fourteen years. He had fought and killed a Dark Lord and saved an entire magical culture from the lunatic of a man. He was christened a savior but right now he was hoping someone would save him. It was completely ironic and he was aware of it. In fact he knew his Uncle was bound to relapse into the abusiveness he had once started. The only part of this situation he had not expected was the fact that it had not even been his own magic that had caused the abuse to start again.

When the house elf named Dobby entered his home, he intended to help the twelve year old; instead he made the boy's life a nightmare by dropping the masterpiece of pudding on top of Vernon's ticket to a promotion, causing him to be demoted. Not only that, but they had found out about the young boy's inability to do magic outside of school. Vernon had taken up the habit of smacking the boy around if he ever messed up, which was every time he so much as breathed. Now however, though his uncle had been promoted later on, the rest of the family was worried that "the freak" would cause something bad to happen. In their twisted logic, all three decided that if the young teen was broken, he could not possibly be a threat, so thus started the thus started the frequent beatings. Also he was moved back into the cupboard to reinforce the statement.

"Someone is going to notice. They have to." said a dry and broken voice from young Harry. It was a faint whisper of self reassurance that he needed right now. "I haven't sent any letters in a while. Someone is going to notice. I bet Sirius and Remus or Ron and Hermione are worried and are going to come any second."

This was the same thing he had been saying for a week now. The only reason he knew how long it had been since the last owl had left was because the Dursleys would force him out of the cupboard to do all the chores they themselves were too lazy to do. Vernon once called it character building since he desperately needed to be grateful for every sacrifice they had made on his behalf.

"QUIET in there freak!" his Uncle roared and kicked the door before opening it and smacking him good. "No funny business. What were you whispering huh? Trying to use that freakiness to ruin this family? No one cares about you anymore you freak of nature." With each new insult, a smack could be heard. Dropping the young raven haired teen, he kicked him once in the ribs for good measure. "There. Now get to work freak. It is all you are good for."

A flitter of paper caught the young boy's ear. The discarded list landed close to his face. One word on the top of the list was in bold: chores.

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