A/N: So the story will continue at the beginning of Harry's third year at Hogwarts. I still don't know where the the story will lead, except that it is going

going to end in Harmony. I do have my ideas though. In the end, I just hope, it will do it's job...

Once again: I don't own any part of Harry Potter!

Chapter 7 - Time to blow up Marge!

Harry was was lying on his bed at the Dursleys. He felt even more lonely than ever. Yeah, he had gotton letters from Hermione and Ron. He eaven got a really great Birthday Present from her. Today it was his 13th birthday, and it was in the middle of the night. Hermione had sent him a Broomstick Servicing Kit. He was amazed, when he opend it. Painfully he got off his bead really silently. His back was killing him. He had told Ron and Hermione to give him a call at the end of last term. Ron tried, but since he wasn't familiar with muggle telephones, he had shouted into the speaker, when Vernon answered it. Ron had shouted so load, saying he was a friend of Hogwarts from Harry Potter, that Harry, standing at the other side of the room, had gotten an headache. Vernon then had shouted back at Ron not to call again, and then he had started punching and kicking Harry, because he had given their phone-number to one of the other "freaks". It was sad, but Harry was used to this. The Dursleys had been abusing him, since he could remember. His back was covered with bruises. Now that he went to Hogwarts only over the summertime. But before he was a student of Hogwarts, that's what his back looked like pretty much every day. And now Harry caught himself thinking of Heremione again. Last year, he had started having different feelings for her. He couldn't describe them, really. But when Hermione had been petrified last year, he had done something, he still felt guilty for, and he still hadn't told her. He kissed her. First on the forhead. Then on her cheeks. And lastly really gently on the lips. He reckond, that she never would talk to him again, if he told her. He thought back. One year before, the Weasley boys had gotten him out of this place with the flying Car. He had been starved by the Dursleys. But he wasn't beaten that often back then. Now they weren't really starving him anymore, but they had beaten him up at least 3 times as often as last year. Nobody knew outside of this house, what the Dursley's had done to him over the years. He wasn't eager to tell anybody, he was ashamed. He didn't need pitty from his friends. Well... everybody knew, that they didn't really like him. Very few people knew, that they truly hated him. And he was the only one to know, that he was beeing abused, beat up and insulted there all the time. Harry didn't care. What would it help if others knew? They Dursleys seemed to bee thinking the same, which was the only reason, Vernon didn't punch him in the face. Anyways. he wanted to think of something nice now. Like his new Broomstick Servicing Kit or just simply look at a picture with the three of them standing in the Great Hall. He always looked at Hermione more closely. He was really starting to worry. Could one get addicted to somebody? Anyways. He had to go to sleep now. Aunt Marge was coming tomorrow. It looked like he was going to be the slave again, and he decided, he needed his rest. She always siad nasty things about him, but this time he had to try not showing any anger. Otherwise Vernon would not sign his permission to go to Hogsmeade. Slowly he fell asleep.

The next day was very uneventfull - at least until the evening that was. Then Aunt Marge rang the doorbell. Harry opend up, she handed him her stuff, he had to put away. He threw it into the Cupboard, which was once his bedroom. Then Vernon came from behind him and said: "You'd better not mess this up, boy!". Then he once again, punched Harry in his already sore back. Harry whinced. His back was really going to become like an Igor soon. The whole evening worked out fine, even when she started insulting him. He didn't even get angry or really upset in these circles anymore, because it was waisted time beeing sad or mad about beeing insulted or hated. But Harry lost controll over his magic, when Marge started saying things like, Harry's parents were drunks. "But her's the problem you see! I see it all the time with dogs. If their's something wrong with the bitch, then there is something wrong with the brat -" "Shut up! SHUT UP!", Harry roared, now shaking with anger. Then he noticed something about Aunt Marge. She was growing bigger and floated up - wait WHAT?.

A few minutes later:

Harry came down from the stairs. He was carying his trunk behind him. "Great job you've done you freak", Uncle Vernon roared. He then punched Harry right in the face. He fell down onto the stairs. He took out his wand. "Get away! I am leaving!", Harry shouted. His round glasses were broken. He tasted blood in his mouth. He pointed his wand directly at Uncle Vernon, who was very scared by that time. "But you've got nowhere to go!", Vernon said. "I don't care. Anywhere's better than here!"

On the Knight Bus:

Harry was having his first ride with this Bus, hopefully it would be his last, too. He looked in a mirror. His face looked like a mess. He looked down. How was going to explain this to any of his friends? Ron? Hermione? She always kind of looked trough him anyways. But he was not ready to tell the real meaning behind this. Not yet.

At the leaky cauldron:

Harry just took a room, Tom had given him. He tripped, and fell into the room, slamming his door shut. He laid on the floor for twelve hours. When he woke up he saw blood on the floor. His nose had started bleeding again. When it stopped and he cleaned off his face a little, he went downstairs.

Ron and "Hermione", Harry said under his breath, getting nervous, were there. Fighting. "Hey, he said, coming down the stairs slowly."

Hermione turned around and smiled at first, because she knew his voice. "Harry! It's great to see you again. Harry, why is you're face bruised? And you're glasses broken?", she said suspicously. "Fell down the staircase", when I got Vernon and Marge drinks.", he said. He came close to her and hugged her. "That looks awfull, Harry", she said. "That must be very sore.", she said. She lifted her right hand up and carresed Harry's bruised face with it. To Harry, Hermione touching him made him jump a little. The last time he'd been touched there was a slap from Vernon. "How are you feeling?", she said. "Okay", Harry replied.

"I blew up my Aunt. Had too escape. Otherwise the Dursleys would've killed me I'd reckon.", he said in a defeated voice.

They time past very quickley in Diagon Alley. Harry had found out about Sirius Black, the massmurder that escaped Azkaban. He was after him. He jsut knew: It was going to be another wild year at Hogwarts.

Tu be continued...

A/N: So, this is the introduction into the third year, which will start in the next chapter.

See you very soon! :)