Harry's relatives made their way up and down the stairs repeatedly as they carted their numerous bags out to the car. They had told Harry of the rather impromptu vacation they were taking. Vernon's boss had given them the news a few nights before at dinner that the company would be selecting a few of its employees and their families to travel to an island retreat they had purchased to give an honest review of the services at the spa and resort there.

It was obvious of course that Vernon would be one of the ones to go since his boss regularly ate at his house but Harry hadn't pointed that out. He sat in his room quietly contemplating what they intended to do with him until he was picked up to go to the Burrow. The locks on his door clicked open one at a time and he was face to face with his aunt.

"Get up boy! And take the rest of our bags out to the car!" She shouted at him.

"Yes Aunt Petunia."

He rose to his feet and approached the door. She had already turned and went down the stairs before he could get to it and he rushed to keep up to her. Once at the bottom of the stairs he noticed the bags sitting beside the door and carefully began to carry them out to load them into the boot of the car.

A sound of smashing glass caught his attention and he looked back at the door. No noise came from inside. He cautiously made his way towards the door and peered inside. The case just inside the door was smashed on the floor. Looking around he didn't see the source of the vase breaking so he continued to carry the bags out to the car.

The booming voice of his uncle shook the house, "BOY!"

He looked up to see his uncle standing in the doorway. He loaded the last bag, closed the boot, and made his way towards the man.

"Yes Uncle Vernon?"

"Get inside this house boy."

The purple faced man jerked him inside and slammed the door behind them. Behind the door he shoved Harry towards the ground. Harry instinctively put his hands out to catch himself. He hissed as the shards of broken glass dug into his arms.

"Look what you did you foolish boy! You broke the Vase my mum got Petunia for our wedding!"

Kicks landed against his ribs and Harry winced again as he was knocked further into the glass. A foot pressed onto his back and he felt the air rush out of his lungs as his uncle continued to berate him. A hand grabbed his hair and forced his hair upwards while another grabbed his arm. The yanking motion sent a sharp pain through his shoulder and he cried out. His uncle took the opportunity to slap him roughly.

"Quiet you freak!"

Petunia chose that particular moment to walk into the living room. Vernon of course didn't notice her come in as he continued to kick the boy in the floor.

"What happened Vernon?"

"Oh Pet. I'm sorry. He broke the vase mum gave you for our wedding." He stopped his assault on the boy and made his way to his wife. "I'm so sorry love."

"Get up boy! Before you get blood on my carpet! Go clean yourself up!"

Harry pushed himself to his feet and rushed up the stairs. He shut the bathroom door behind him and stripped himself of the clothes. His shoulder burned and he noticed it was starting to swell.

Turning the water on he jumped into the shower after removing the glass from his hands. The warm water rushed over him and he grit his teeth as the water burned into his cuts. None of them seemed bad enough to need stitches he hurried to wash his body and turned off the spray. He dried in a hurry and redressed in his clothes.

Opening the door he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He got the broom and dustpan and went to the living room to clean the glass. His aunt looked up from her spot on the couch.

"Dudley will be back shortly, Vernon and I are going to the store to gather some supplies for our trip and will be back to get him. You will stay in your room and not destroy the house while we are away. You're not to touch any of the food in the kitchen either."

With that she stood and went out to the car. He watched from the window as they drove away. He shouted softly in frustration and went back to cleaning the glass. The sound of the back door opened and he sighed again. Dudley and his friends were there. He checked under the couch for any more glass shards and startled as the sound of footsteps made their way to stop around him.

He started to pull himself from under the couch when he felt a foot press into his wrist. Another pressure landed on his ankle. He hissed sharply as he felt a hand land on the back of his neck and hold his head still.

"What do you want big D?" Harry taunted.

"Oh don't you worry freak. I'll get what I want."

The voice of his cousin sounded cold and cocky. The cockiness wasn't new but the cold hint in it was. It made Harry's blood run cold. Suddenly kicks and punches rained down on him from every side. He tried to curl in on himself but there was no way to hide while still stuck half under the couch.

A sharp kick to the side of his head made his vision swim. Kicks continued to land as his vision started to fade. His last conscious thought for the moment was that he desperately wished for his aunt and uncle to be back.

OK! So this will be this first start of some serious non-cannon backstory. Between this chapter and the next will be a hidden scene. By no means will it be necessary to read that particular scene for you to understand the gist of what is going on. There will be various clues and reference points to go on. Also, still no reviews yet, but ive gotten 75 views and two follows! Thank you guys!