I have not forgotten any of my Harry Potter stories. I've just had major writers block for them, also just being busy with school; but now that it's summer I have no excuse :) Sorry for such a long update and again, since it's summer I'll try and update them more.

Harry stood there a while, still in shock over what had happened. A tear floated down his cheek but he didn't notice. He couldn't stop from trembling violently. Hedwig hooted several times, her eyes showing her concern. She didn't know what was wrong, but she knew something wasn't right. He wiped his runny nose with his sleeve and gingerly picked up his pants. slowly, and stiffly he walked to the bathroom that was connected to the second bedroom. Still in a trance he managed to clean the blood. He knew his uncle would undoubtly blame him for making such a gruesome mess on the floor and beddings. He didn't want to bare his Uncle's wrath again, so soon after this incident.

As he was soaking his jeans he heard the door creak open. He began to shudder violently, and closed his eyes; praying that it would be quick.

"Harry?" Dudley's voice asked, startling him. His cousine almost tip toed into the room, clearly nervouse.

"Bloody hell," Dudley muttered as he eyed the bloody jeans. Harry said nothing but continued to scrub the blood off of them aggressiavly , with his good hand. His broken arm was already numb. He didn't feel it at all. He was too much in shock to feel anymore pain. "Harry." Duddly touched his cousin's arms. Harry jerked away and dropped the soap, and started to shake even more. Tears filled Dudly's eyes. He had always hated Harry, up until now. Up until they had something in common. His father had never molested him, but he did beat Dudley whenever he could. Yell at him for being such a dissapointed. For being so fat and ugly and greedy. Even though Vernon pretended to love Dudley and spoil and dot on him in front of other people's eyes, it was all an act. Dudley knew better, though, and his father made sure he knew. That he got the message across.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," Dudley whispered. Harry said nothing. He just stood there. Now that the soap wasn't in his hands, he didn't know what else to to. Gently Dudley led him to the bed. Harry followed lifeless, robotic like; barely moving his body. In fact, Dudley had to push down on his shoudlers to get Harry to sit down.

Fear flickered in Dudley's eyes. He didn't know what to do. His mother was no help. She was too far in. Too terrified of her husband's wrath. He had already beaten her more than once, and one of the beatings had caused the miscarraige of what would have been his little sister. Ever since then she didn't dare fight back. He had her jailed. He owned her body, mind, and soul. And she knew that. He knew that. And that kind of power frightened Dudley. More than anything else.

Dudley sat for a while, thinking about how to get help. But nothing came to mind. He had to take care of Harry first. It was obvious his cousin was shell shocked by what had happened to him. As carefully as he could he got a nightgown out for Harry and tried to raise his arms. Harry whimpered at the touch, and jerked away. And gingerly held his broken arm with his good arm. Dudley winced at that. Another thing his father should be proud of.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Harry," Dudley said, speaking in the most soothing voice he knew. He wanted to got to the cops but he knew he couldn't escape the house. His father watched the door like a hawk. A hawk waiting for it's prey. Finally Harry stopped resisting his cousin and allowed Dudley to put the clean nightgown over his body, being extra careful with his left arm that was laying limp on the side. Cautiously Dudley studied the welts on Harry's back and grimaced at the thought of how painful they must be. Quickly he made a sling for the broken arm and wrapped it tightly, but comfortably, around Harry's neck.

"There, now it won't hurt as much," he smiled. Harry didn't smile back. "You want me to get some pain meds for it?" He asked. "Some pills to help you sleep?"

Harry violently shook his head.

"Don't leave me," he whispered, his voice sounded terrified and un Harrylike. The Harry he knew was always so strong and confident, and sure of himself. One of the reasons why Dudley hated him in the first place. Harry was everything that Dudley wasn't. And Dudley knew it. Not to mention he was deeply jealous of the love that Harry's parents had for their son. More love than Dudley's parents had for theirs. Another thing that Vernon constantly reminded him of.

"All right," Dudley sighed. "I won't leave you, I promise." With that he gently pushed Harry back down onto the bed and covered him with the blankets. Hedwig hooted, worry still in her voice. Dudley thought about writing a letter and sending it through that owl, but he didn't know where Harry's friends live. Why should he?

He sighed again. All he could do was wait. Wait until he was finally able to think of how he, Harry, and his mother would be able to escape his father's dangerous wrath.

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