A puddle of tears and blood surrounded the boy as he sat on his small bed under the cupboard. He did his best to keep his crying as quiet as he could or else his Uncle Vernon would have to punish him again. His aunt and cousin were out of town for the week, so he would be able to punish him even more severely. 'I deserve to be punished though,' he thought. 'I'm nothing but a freak. No better than a cockroach.'

This has been the pattern for the boy for six years now. His Aunt Petunia would give him impossibly long list of chores to do, his cousin, Dudley, would beat him up along with his friends, and his Uncle Vernon would punish him if one chore is left undone. The punishment would be a variety of things that can be as tame as a belt whipping, to being as severe as throwing him against things.

Just yesterday, he was told to mind the bacon for Dudley. When he removed the bacon from the pan an placed it onto Dudley plate, Dudley distorted his fat face and yelled, "THE FREAK BURNT MY BACON!" The bacon wasn't burnt at all, but his Uncle Vernon didn't care. It gave him an excuse to punish the boy. He took the still hot frying pan and swung it at the boy's back. He struck him with so much force, he soared into the wall with his back blistering. Uncle Vernon then grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck and threw him in his cupboard. The next day the wound on his back was completely healed, but Uncle Vernon found out, and beat him with a lamp.

It was a horrible life for the boy. He had no idea why his relatives hated him, but they did. He knew there was absolutely no way to get them to think otherwise.

After another hour of crying, he heard the cupboard door unlock. His Uncle Vernon was standing in the doorway with his messed up hair and purple face. It was obvious that he has been drinking quite heavily. "It's time to rid this house of your presence, you good for nothing freak!" he yelled as he grabbed him by the neck, and slammed him to the ground. He began to throw punches in every area of the boy's body. The boy was experiencing pain like he has never felt before.

After what seemed like hours, the blows ceased, but the pain was too much. The last thing he heard before entering blissful unconsciousness was a voice. A familiar voice at that. "HARRY!"

A few minutes prior, Sirius and Dumbledore apparated onto the street of Privet Drive, where Harry was being "taken care of" by his relatives. "Are you sure this is where he is, Dumbledore," Sirius said with a tone of doubt. "All these houses look exactly the same to me."

"Yes, I am positive. Number 4 Privet Drive. That is the house I left Harry in. Now we have to come up with a plan of action."

"I already have a plan of action. Curse those damn Dursleys to Kingdom Come and take Harry from them. Simple."

"Sirius, you just got out of Azkaban. Surely you don't want to go back for attacking a muggle, do you?"

"You're the Chief Warlock, Dumbledore. Couldn't you say something in my defence to prevent my conviction?"

Dumbledore had a dark look in his eye. 'I will not have one of my students get thrown into Azkaban for the same crime that my father committed. Especially after he has been wrongly placed in Azkaban for five years' "No, Sirius! You are not to attack the Dursleys unprovoked! You are limited to stunning and stunning alone!"

"Fine, but if they touch one hair on Harry's head your going to have to hold me back. Let's get our wands out." They both took out their wands, Sirius' wand being one of Dumbledore's old wands, and walked towards the house.

As they got nearer, they started hearing punches. They began sprinting towards the door. Sirius pointed his wand towards the door and yelled 'Reducto'. The door shattered into pieces. Sirius and Dumbledore ran into the house to find, in horror, that Vernon Dursley was beating Harry severely with the intent to kill. It didn't look like it would take much more. Both Sirius and Dumbledore aimed their wands at the walrus of a man and yelled 'Stupefy'. The combined force of the two spells were just enough to blast Vernon off of Harry into the wall next to the cupboard. He was still moaning, so he was alive.

Sirius ran to Harry's side. He was beaten pretty badly, which made Sirius panic even more. "Harry, can you hear me?" He asked. No reply. "Harry, please answer me!" Still nothing. "HARRY!"

"Sirius, he's not going to wake. At least not now." Dumbledore kneeled at Harry's side and put two fingers on his wrist. "He's alive, but his pulse is weak. He needs immediate medical attention. I don't want to cause a scene by having Harry being treated in a public area, so Hogwarts and St. Mungo's are out."

"The only place I can think of right now is the Weasley's, but do you think it's alright for me to show up on their doorstep with a severely injured child? Even without Harry, Arthur told me to wait a couple of days."

"I'm sure that Molly will understand if I explain things to her. What's important is to get Harry to a safe environment."

"What are we going to do with Dursley over there?"

Dumbledore waved his wand and murmured 'Expecto Patronum'. A silver Phoenix shot out of the wand and turned to Dumbledore. "Send Aurors to Number 4 Privet Drive Little Winging, Surrey. This man has been physically abusing Harry Potter with the intent to kill." The phoenix nodded and flew towards the Ministry.

Sirius looked confused. "Did you just talk to your Patronus?"

"Not exactly. I used my Patronus as a messanger. It will tell the Aurors exactly what I told it. It's a little technique that I developed a couple of years ago." Dumbledore picked up Harry's fragile body. "Let's get going. The sooner we get Harry to the Weasleys, the better." Sirius nodded as Dumbledore disapperated. Sirius was not far behind.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a bit short. I wanted to get a chapter out quicker, but I had papers to do. Please check out the poll on my profile page and PM me if you want to Beta my story.