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Chapter 3: Lack of Letters

Harry sat in his room or cupboard as it was. He had been beaten again no surprise there. Even bone in his body hurt, Vernon must have broken some ribs this time because Harry's breath was laboured and his whole body was aching and sore.

Dam Vernon if only he could use his magic, but he really didn't want to get expelled, what would the wiziding world say to that? There savoir, the Golden Boy, expelled. Although thinking about it would be a bad move on their part, as he would then have no chance of beating Voldermort. But then they didn't believe that Voldermort had returned. Stupid ministry, stupid Fudge, stupid Harry. Letting Cedric die, causing his parents death.

Letting Voldermort return.

Voldermort. Why had Voldermort chosen him? How could he be a threat when he was one? What had his parents done to have to hide? Stop it Harry! You can't blame them it wasn't their fault it was yours. Sirius in prison is your fault.

Your fault!

Your fault!

Your fault!

'BOY! Where's the meal'

'OH SHIT' Harry said crawling out of the cupboard. 'Sorry uncle I…'

SLAP!

'You lazy good for nothing'

SLAP! Harry went tumberling into the cooker hitting his hand on the hob. Harry snapped his hand back in fear that it might be on. It wasn't. But when he turned to Vernon there was that same devious glint in his eyes that warned Harry that Vernon had a new idea on how to punish him.

Vernon moved forward and grabbed Harry's wrists in one beefy hand with the other he lit up the hob turning it to full power. Harry new what he was going to do.

'No uncle please' Harry tried to pull away but Vernon turned round and back handed him making the world spin and then rock. The world was still rocking when he felt excruciating pain in his hands looking down he saw that Vernon was pressing his hand on to the hob it took all his strength on to scream but he did it for hedwig.

The pain seemed to last for ages and when Vernon let go of his hand he sunk to the floor. Clutch it. Forcing himself to look at it, he saw that it was still smoking and burning because of the still residing heat. However it was rapidly going crisp. The pain had peeked so much that he no longer felt it. But there was still the smell of bunt flesh n the air it brought back a memory

It was hot and there was a lot of noise everywhere. And there was the smell of burnt flesh. There was a voice far a way but it didn't make any sense it was in another language. He was really scared and her wanted his mummy. And he started to cry. Great wailing sobs.

Harry was brought back to there real world by a voice.

'We going out to have breakfast cause I can't stand the smell. I want this mess cleared up but the time we come back and the smell gone' with that he stormed out of the room not before turning round and telling Harry his chores list was on the fridge and that he better start it.

The door slammed and Harry still hadn't moved the numbness in his hand was wearing of and the pain was coming back. But Harry new that if he didn't get up and get some jobs done then he would only be punishment again. It was his fault after all he hadn't made the breakfast.

The day was going the pain in his hand was bad worse then bad it was making him drowsy. And the sun beating down on his back wasn't helping much he had been in the garden for ages. Pruning, mowing, watering. It was so unfair the plants got water but he didn't they were just standing there he was working.

He mouth was dry and his stomach nauseous. But he didn't dare ask for some water and dared even less to take it.

The Dursely's ad returned just before lunch, which Harry had remembered to make this time he had received a few sly remarks form is cousin about this morning's incident. And a glare forms His uncle about the fact that the smell still lingered. But they had all been too busy eating to do any damage to him.

Instead Harry made is way out side to the rose bush at the bottom of the garden. To get scratched alive. He had not received any letters form anyone for ages and it was really getting down. He wouldn't be surprised if Vernon was stopping them some how. But he had sent one to Sirius. That was something at least even if he was told what to say.

The rest of the holiday move in the same way his uncle had beaten him a lot but it was the week before school started when Vernon lost his job and petunia stopped talking to him that got really bad. Vernon beat him forever little thing that went wrong. But the worse his was that Vernon had started to molest him more and more and Harry didn't know how much more he could take he had thought of running away but that would only mean he'd have to talk about it and he couldn't do that he had made up his mind long ago that know one would know. No one!

Draco was sitting in his room again his father had fulfilled his promise. Draco was going to live with his godfather, Severus Snape. People seem to think that he's a greasy git but he not really it is just a front.

His father had gone to see Albus Dumbledore. He had obviously proved his usefulness because he had told his father that Snape was a spy and that Draco would go to stay with Snape as Snape had been found out this summer anyway.

And so it was arranged Draco would take the bare essentials and Lucius was going to wreck his room to make it look like a struggle and then Draco would activate and emergency portkey form his room to Snape's rooms at Hogwarts. He would be staying at hogwarts, as it was safer and Snape had work to do but they needed Voldermort to think they were at Snape manor so he would still have to take the train form kings cross station on September the first.

As it stood Draco's room was now standing in disarray and Draco was waiting for the right moment to slip away. Lucius came into the room. Once the most loyal Death eater now turned spy smiled sadly and his son before embracing him. Draco wish his mother, Narcissus, could have been there but she had died in one of Voldermort's raids. Draco couldn't help look sadly over his fathers shoulder at the door wishing she would come in and smile one of her beautiful smiles at him.

And then his thought turned to Harry. Least Draco had his father Harry had no one! Not true he had his relatives they were muggles but they treated him like a prince.

Lucius seemed to sense his sombre mood as he pulled away and cupped Draco's face in his hands. 'This isn't really good bye this is just you taking your first step into man hood. And I know your mother would e very proud.' He embraced Draco one more time then stepped away as Draco activated the portkey.

Draco felt his feet lift of the ground and the manor was gone.