I DO NOT OWN, OR MAKE MONEY FROM HARRY POTTER OR ANYTHING ELSE.
Chapter 3
Harry had been home a month to the day. Currently he was recovering from another beating courtesy of the Vernon. When he had been picked up at nine and ¾ 's the dursleys had been informed that he was a person of interest in a homicide, and that his Godfather was also wanted. Fueling there hate for Harry, and feeling vindicated that they had been right all along about him they went out of there way to stamp the unnaturalness out of him.
Harry couldn't help but agree that they were doing a bang up job about it.
Just then harry caught site of Hedwig empty cage, and felt the sobs rack his torn body again.
Suddenly the door to his room exploded as a very angry Vernon Dursley stormed into the room.
"Shut the hell up freak!" a frothing Dursley spit as he grabbed Harry by his hair and yanked hard.
Harry had been laying curled up in a ball, laying on what passed for a matress. The strenght and speed at which Vernon had grabbed him, caused his neck to fracture.
In the blink of an eye, a pain tore through Harry's mind as his conscientiousness was was ripped from his body. His body lost control of all function, as his bowels evacuated, Vernon threw him on the floor. Only then did he realize something was terribly wrong, as the terror in Harry's eyes could be seen in the malformed head which hanged loose at a horrific angle on his back.
"just...Just..." Vernon stuttered as the full impact of what he had done began to dawn on him.
Quickly leaving the room Vernon muttered "He always heals up"
Yet unknown to Vernon, the severe beating, lack of food, and most importantly emotional support had almost destroyed Harry's magical core.
As the darkness began to consume harry, he finally gave into his despair. Nothing and know-one would miss his passing.
HOGWARTS
Professor Dumbledore sat thinking over the tragedy of the last year. He knew something had been going on, and while he loathed using Harry as bait, he had known the only way to flush out the problem was to watch, and keep his guard up.
He had stood back and watched as all of Harry's support slowly dwindled. He had not been surprised when the school turned against him. What had shocked him was how Mrs Granger and Mister Weasley had abandoned him. Ronald had not been a surprise, his jealousy was well known, yet he was a honost and honorable lad, and he had thought that in time he would have seen the errors of his way, alas that never came.
It was Mrs Grangers betrayal that had shocked and had troubled him the most. He had watched both harry and Mrs Granger for years. He knew that Harry had been falling in love with her, and that Mrs Granger had felt much the same. He had smiled thinking that one day soon Harry would find the happiness and family he so desperately wanted and needed. Yet she had abandoned him.
Dumbledore felt his many years as he once again as he thought how badly he had failed Harry. He should have been more alert to Mrs Grangers change, yet it wasn't until a week ago, they had found that she had been poisoned with compulsion and love potions. While he was sure she would fully recover, her friendship with harry was over, and Mrs Granger...no Hermione was inconsolable to what she had done not only to her best friend, but the boy she had loved for so long.
He felt tears leak down his weary face as the extent of what Mr Krum had done, and only now were the ramifications being understood.
The Death-eaters had wanted not only to destroy harry, but take all he held dear. Even after it all he had Hedwig, and even she was taken from him. As a sob escaped the aged man, The golden orb on his desk began to spin, then finally shattered.
The detonation, vaporized the desk, windows, and many of the ancient sentient paintings, and flung the weary old man across the room
As Rational thought returned to Dumbledore, He began to ponder what had occurred when the true depth of the explosion sank in. The wail and despair in his voice would forever leave a mark on hogwarts as they physically manifested themselves in every stone of the ancient castle as a bright green line formed where once there was mortar to brick. A reminder of the folly of man and there betrayals.