Nothing Stays the Same

By jessebelle

A/N: So, if you're still reading this rubbish, I thank you. Today my muse sang to me and I just had to write. Sorry I haven't updated, but hey, my muse was busy. Seriously, I had some writer's block, but, it's all good now.

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Okay, now that I have your attention, I went and rewrote part of chapter 8. I need everyone to go back and just read from the ()() to the ()(). Especially if you're all wondering what Ginny made the alarm to be on Harry's toad charm, (grins) and there's also some very important clues that are easy to figure out and kinda point to what this chapter is about. So, I'd read it if I were you, but if you absolutely can't, I understand, just don't ask any questions that could have been answered from rereading. Now, I once again thank every reviewer and person who's still sticking with this story, and I promise the updates will hopefully be more frequent.

And without further adieu,

Chapter 10: Life Changing Events

Harry laid on his new bed, his arms behind him staring in amazement at his new room. It was incredible, everything was actually his. He'd been up there all afternoon, just enjoying the satisfaction of having a place that was actually his. He turned his head to look at the wall when the alarm clock on his nightstand caught his attention. It displayed 3:36 in bright red. He jumped up in alarm. Making sure he had everything, he ran down the stairs and out of the house.

The first thing he noticed upon his arrival at number four, Privet drive was that the car was gone, meaning, his aunt and uncle were most likely shopping with Dudley like they'd said they'd be. This was good. Now he could fish his present from Ginny, along with his other gifts he'd received and he could hide them. The extra worry he'd had before disappeared and he entered the house he'd grown up in.

Closing the door behind him, he took off his shoes and made his way to the stairs. Before he could go up them, however, a chilling, angry voice stopped him in his tracks. "Boy! Where have you been?!"

Harry froze and turned around slowly. Apparently his uncle wasn't gone, as he'd thought. No, Uncle Vernon was standing menacingly before him, his face extra purple and fury written everywhere. The mere intensity of the anger on his uncles' face shocked Harry so much he had to take a step backwards. Of course, the stairs were right behind him and he ended up falling back and landing in a sitting position, the stair above him painfully pressed into his back.

"Well, let's hear it?"

Harry stumbled over his words. "I, I was at Mrs. Figg's, doing house work."

His answer seemed to make Vernon more upset. "Really, and did you work in the lawn too?!" He asked the question in a frighteningly calm voice, considering the rage clearly on his face.

Not being to say anything, Harry nodded. And if possible, Uncle Vernon became more pissed, and his face more purple. "LIAR! I watched you Boy, and you didn't go outside once?"

"But, I-"

"I don't like liars Boy, especially when they're Freaks!" He stepped closer to Harry until he was directly over him. Harry could smell alcohol on his breath and a quick glance to his Uncle's hand revealed a bottle of whisky. Harry grimaced, both in pain and disgust at his uncle's horrible breath.

Seeing this, Vernon's eyes narrowed and he raised a fist. Harry's eyes went wide and he stopped breathing. He backed up even further into the stair and didn't move. He was powerless against the fist that came out and punched him in the face, right below his left eye.

Pain exploded in his head and he felt the crunch as his glasses broke. Glass embedded itself in his skin and narrowly escaping his eye. He no longer was able to hold himself up and he slipped down the stair, bumping his head.

Vernon watched this with a satisfied look on his face. Encouraged by Harry's groan of pain, he placed the whiskey bottle on the stairs and reached down, pulling Harry up by his shirt. "That's for your disrespect." Then he dropped Harry into a heap on the floor and started to kick him. "For 15 years I've had to take care of you Boy and you've caused me and your aunt nothing but trouble, always using your freakishness to hurt us. We clothed you, fed you, gave you a place to live, and how did you repay us?" He placed a particularly hard kick in Harry's stomach. "YOU DIDN'T!"

Harry was petrified. Sure, the Dursleys hadn't been the nicest growing up, but they'd never really hurt him, not like this anyway. He groaned again as his uncle's foot landed in a sore spot in his chest. Then suddenly the blows stopped. Wearily he turned his head and was met by the scary sight of his uncle, his whiskey bottle in hand.

After taking a swig of the alcohol, Vernon glared at Harry. "Well Boy, no smarting off? Too pathetic to fight back? You're on your own here, no Freaks to help you out."

A glimmer of hope hit Harry like a bullet. Pulling himself up, using the stairs to help him stay upright, Harry raised his chin and faced his uncle, a look of terror mixed with a bit of assurance on his face. "When I tell my godfather-" The threat hung in the air.

But Uncle Vernon only laughed. "Your godfather? Well, where is he? I don't see him here, do you? He doesn't care about you; no one could care about a murderer like you. If he did, he'd be here by now."

The small bit of hope that Harry had had disappeared in an instant. And the truth of his uncle's words clouded his mind. It was true, if Sirius cared so much, why wasn't he here? And the word murderer echoed through his head.

His face must have shown his feeling, because his uncle picked up on it and laughed some more.

"Oh, hit a nerve did I? Didn't think we knew about what you did. Your freak of a headmaster sent us a little letter telling us all about it. Turns out we were right after all; you are a Freak, even to other Freaks. Tell me, how did it feel killing one of your classmates?"

The memories that Harry had been repressing broke through the wall he'd had up in his mind. Visions of the third task, Cedric, dueling with Voldemort all danced through his head. All of the pain and anguish he'd felt came rushing back. He didn't even hear the smash of glass. He didn't register anything until a searing pain filled his stomach.

Coming back to reality he heard Vernon's chilling words. "Because that's what it'll feel like after I kill you." Everything seemed to go in slow motion as he looked down at the source of his pain; the broken whiskey bottle was impaling his stomach. He looked up at his uncle and heard the elder man's words as if he was under water.

"I should have done this years ago. Then maybe we wouldn't have had to put up with you like we did. I should tell you the truth though, before you go and meet those parents of yours. Your mother was nothing but a little slut. And your father was nothing but a pathetic, weak, mightier then all, Freak. Take it from someone who knew them Boy, you should be grateful they're dead, because even though they were awful, they still would be horrified by you, their son, a murderer. I bet your freaks of friends will thank me for this. Getting rid of the murderer, I wonder what they'll say when they find out. They'll probably have a party. Because no one loves you boy, no one could ever love you. Because if they did, they'd be here already."

Harry was in shock, no, it couldn't be possible. Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Sirius. They loved him, didn't they? no, no, "no."

Vernon stopped. "What did you say boy?"

Harry took a ragged deep breath in and stuck his jaw out. "No. My friends love me, and when they hear about this, they're going to be really upset."

Dursley laughed. "You're acting just like your father, a proud, arrogant, son of a bitch. No, wait, that's you."

"Stop It!"

"Stop what, telling the truth?" Vernon smacked Harry hard in the chin. The loud smack filling the air.

An eerie calmness filled the air. Harry's head had been thrown to the side. He slowly turned his head up, and a little bit of fear claimed Vernon. "LIAR!" Harry's eyes were a bright green. A powerful aura surrounded him. "I've had enough!" A whistling sound filled the air and the toad charm, Harry's present from Ginny, flew out of the garbage into Harry's outstretched hand. A loud thunk, thunk, thunk made Vernon turn to see Harry's trunk come down the stairs. All of Harry's belongings followed. A blink from Harry and his trunk flew open. A black cloak came out of it and all of Harry's things neatly placed themselves inside of it. Hedwig and her cage followed, the bird even glaring at the man who hurt his master.

The loud bang of the lid shutting and Harry glared at his uncle, No, his tormenter. He put his toad charm around his neck and used the cloak to hide him and his injuries. Then he walked out, not a word to Vernon, who watched as the door opened and closed for Harry, while his trunk and Hedwig's cage floated behind him. When Harry was gone, Vernon Dursley passed out in a drunken slump, the events that had taken place a drunken dream.

A/N: Bet you didn't really expect that, did you. For all of you who might get mad at me, I have a purpose for this, I really do. I'm sorry if I made it unrealistic or anything, because I can't really write things like this. If you want to correct me, go ahead, but hopefully you can deal with this okay job. Now normally I'd write this big huge chapter, but I decided I'd rather get this posted then make you all wait some more, since school starts on wed. Scary. Anyway, sorry for taking so long to update, but I'll get better, I promise. Please review and tell me what you think.

Huggles and snuggles,

jessebelle