A/N: Thanks for reading, and a huge thanks to my beta reader Ageless!

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Resurgam- I shall Rise Again

Chapter 3

It had now been four weeks since Dudely broke his leg, and four weeks of pure torture for Harry of having to be Dudely's servant as well as living off of Aunt Petunia's…cooking.

Normally by now, he would have picked the lock on the cupboard under the stairs to retrieve all his things so he'd be able to do all his homework. This year he didn't have to worry, for some reason (and Harry wasn't about to ask why) Uncle Vernon hadn't protested when Harry took his trunk up to his room. Harry hadn't even had a chance though, to work on his homework properly. Five minutes here, ten there, all late at night when no sane person would be up.

Tonight-- or should he say this morning?-- was no different. Dudely had woken him up not five minutes ago because his foot was poking out from under the blanket and had gotten cold. It was five am and Harry decided that it might be an idea to work on his homework while he had the chance, and had pulled out his History of Magic essay to finish.

He heard a loud tap on the window, and looked up to see Hedwig, trying to stay aloft outside while managing to grasp an enormous package. He slipped off his bed silently and stumbled sleepily over, letting her in. She fluttered over to the desk and waited patiently, chewing on a bit of his hair while he took the package from her.

Harry settled down onto his bed, and Hedwig flew gratefully over to her cage for a much needed rest. He unwrapped the brown paper in which the parcel was wrapped. Two large boxes of crackers, some granola bars, and two packages of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans fell out, along with a piece of parchment.

Dear Harry,

Hope this reply is a bit quicker for you, I can't write for long because we're going to the airport in a couple of minutes. Just thought I'd give you some more food, I hope it'll last you until I come back.

I nearly can't believe that the Dursley's have gotten worse, I hope you are managing all right. Can't you say something to them? I mean, all those chores you do- that's a violation of child labor laws! Of course, though, you've told me stories about them, I suppose my suggestion wouldn't help you at all. Just remember, don't do anything you'll regret! Now that You-know-who is back, you need their protection more then ever.

That was pretty funny though, about what the doctor said. I'll really have to meet this cousin of yours sometime, surely he can't be that fat! I wish I could have seen the doctor's face!

Ron didn't tell you he was going to Romania? I think he mentioned it in the train coming back, maybe you didn't hear him over all the noise we made. I can't remember when he was coming back though, but he'll probably owl you.

Anyway, I must go, dad wants me to go take my bags down to the car.

Love,

Hermione

Ps. Don't worry about Snuffles, that mission for Dumbledore is probably longer than he thought. Well, these are to be dangerous times, maybe he's already lying low at Lupin's and doesn't want to risk contacting you. Anyway, when the time is right he'll let you know.

Harry folded up the letter, Hermione's words ringing in his mind. "These are dangerous times…" Didn't he know it. She was probably right about Sirius, but he couldn't help but feel worried. Maybe he should contact Dumbledore? No, that would be too weird, owling a head master .

Harry's head shot up quickly as he heard the sounds of someone moving around, then he heard the familiar footsteps of Uncle Vernon pounding down the hallway. He quickly gathered up all his things and deposited them under the loose floor board, then slipped into bed. A large fist pounded at the door, and Uncle Vernon poked his head through the door.

"Come on boy, get up, you have chores to do!"

Harry waited until Uncle Vernon had closed the door again before clambering back out of bed. He quickly threw on and old pair of baggy jeans and a T-shirt, then hurried down stairs; yet another wonderful beginning to a wonderful day.

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Some where along the fiftieth time Dudley rang his bell, Harry'd had enough. Which, of course, brought Uncle Vernon's wrath down upon him; Uncle Vernon had cornered Harry when he flatly refused to go to Dudely's aide.

"You will do as you are told, boy." Uncle Vernon lowered his voice dangerously.

Something in Harry finally snapped. His jaw trembled in rage, then clenched, his airway tightened and his breathing became irregular as shivers of anticipation raced up and down his spine.

"I've been doing as I was told for the past fourteen years," He replied, his voice becoming louder and louder with each word, "but if Dudely keeps this up, I won't be able to get any of my homework done. My professors will be furious, one might even go as far as trying to get me kicked out of Hogwarts!

Harry was beyond rational thinking now, he didn't bother to pretend for Uncle Vernon that his school was called St. Brutus's, he didn't care that he'd almost definitely get punished for yelling at him, and he didn't even bother trying to control his building rage.

"For the past 14 years I've had to put up with you and Petunia locking me in that cupboard, pretending that I don't exist, or am a delinquent. I had no friends at muggle school thanks to the fat pig you call your son, and thanks to him, I used to get beaten up every week. I'm treated no better the a slave, doing all the grunt work Aunt Petunia doesn't want to do."

With each word Harry spat out, Vernon's face became redder and redder, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of something to say in response to the boy.

But Harry wasn't finished yet.

"Even as I started Hogwarts it didn't get better. I was nearly killed there in my first year, and when I came back home, everything; all my possessions that were important to me were locked away. You abused me that summer, by locking me in that little room, all because of something a ruddy house elf did. Second year wasn't any better, everyone in school hated me that year. I was nearly killed again, by a giant snake that was locked in a chamber that wasn't even supposed to exist, and also, a memory kidnapped my best friend's sister!"

He paused to take a breath, and Uncle Vernon's face began to go almost deathly pale. Harry continued to ignore him, too wrapped in up in rage, and immediately launched back in to where he left off.

"Of course third year wouldn't get any better. I lived in fear of my god-father for ten months, and nearly got eaten by a were wolf, and then a dementor tried to suck out my soul. You had to put Dudley on a stupid diet that summer, where we all starved. Fourth year I go back I was nearly roasted by a dragon, my best friend despised me, I almost drowned, had to watch as another good friend of mine was killed as well as watch the resurrection of the Dark Lord, who tried and has nearly succeed in killing me four times!"

"And now, I come home hoping for a relatively peaceful summer before going back to school, where someone will probably attempt to kill me again, but no, I have to do even more chores than ever, as well as being turned into a personal servant to your lard-arse of a son."

He pause to take another deep breath; out of the corner of his eye he could see Petunia poking her head around the door way from the kitchen, mouth hanging open. He choose to ignore her as well.

"So, don't you DARE tell me to do as I'm told!"

And as soon as the last word left his mouth, he lost any last shred of control that he had. All rational thought left his mind, his vision became clouded, with a red haze. He felt an enormous surge of energy rising up, starting in the pit of his stomach, and swelling up his throat; Harry lost all control over his magic, and as he shouted the last word, there was an enormous, deafening BANG, as it caused every electrical appliance in the house to explode.

The explosion was what Harry needed to bring him to his senses. He stopped his yelling, and gazed open eyed at the TV, which had thin wisps of purple smoke rising from it in the corner. Harry slowly forced his gaze from the TV back to Uncle Vernon.

Harry had thought Uncle Vernon and the disastrous phone call with Ron had been bad; the python in the Zoo incident had been awful; not to mention the house elf and the pudding accident. But Uncle Vernon had had the last straw, and had reached a whole new level of rage. His anger, which could have easily rivaled Harry's, was etched in every quivering line of his face; Harry could feel it radiating off of him, and he grabbed Harry roughly by the arm.

"I have had it with you boy!" Uncle Vernon managed to choke out, "I warned you, told you not to put another toe out of line. I was fair, I gave you a chance. So, my boy," he loomed over Harry, this time a wide, but menacing, grin on his face, "You are going to get your stuff, all your repulsive things, and you are going to leave my house. And you are not to come back. Ever. I don't care what that charlatan headmaster of yours says, I don't care whether we are your 'last hope.' Do you seriously think I'm going to believe someone wants to find a disgusting boy like you, even if it is to kill you? I won't have you playing any more of your freakish games here, you and all your filthy kind will leave my family alone!"

"Now," he whispered quietly, bringing his face level with Harry's, "you have ten minutes to gather your things, and get out of my house."

Harry stared at him in disbelief, and then hurried quickly up to his room.

H…how? He can't be serious…Where am I going to go? Hermione's in Russia… Ron in Romania…what about Sirius!? No…Sirius is god knows where…

He pulled his trunk out from where it had been buried under a pile of assorted muggle and wizard clothes and flung the lid open. He surveyed the room quickly, and then grabbed his quills, parchment and ink bottle from where they had been hidden under the pillow, bed and cupboard respectively. Shoving them in to the trunk he then went to pry up the loose floorboard, and gathered up the last of his food store. He deposited that into the trunk, then quickly realizing he was being too slow, hurried around the room tossing everything in haphazardly.

Oh no! A thought suddenly dawned on him, I used magic…what's the Ministry going to think!? I used a heck of a lot more this time, then when I blew up Aunt Marge…

Then the voice of reason poked through.

The Ministry can't put me in Azkaban…most of them aren't as blind as Fudge, they believe in Voldemort's resurrection… So where am I supposed to go?

Slamming the trunk shut, and coaxing Hedwig into her cage, he did one final check of the room. Satisfied that nothing of his was left behind, he grabbed a hold of one end of the trunk and proceeded to slowly drag it down the stairs, it making a loud thump, and Hedwig a protesting squawk, with each step. Uncle Vernon was waiting for him at the bottom, and, with mock politeness was holding the front door open. Without looking up at his face, Harry, and the trunk struggled down the sidewalk, and away from Privet Drive.

The answer finally hit him when he got to the corner of the street, and he glanced around cautiously. Then he grabbed his wand from where it was concealed in the deep pocket of Dudely's jeans, for easy access.

Taking one last look at the place he had lived for the past thirteen years, he raised his wand and summoned the Knight's Bus.

Let's go, to Diagon Alley…

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Googleduckie: It's amazing what a teenager can live on *grins*

BloodRedSword: Hmm, good guess, but it's not right. ^_^ Oh, and I will get around to reviewing your fic, I promise.

ShadowPanther: Hey girl, great to see you poking your face around *giggles* I really appreciate the review, Mal.

attackofthejello: Thanks so much for the review, I'm glad to see that some of my other readers are venturing over from my other story! ^_^

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That's it for chapter three. Hmm, Googleduckie had a good guess about who the people in the book were,(the four founders) but, not a right one. Uh... a hint… one of the people has already been mentioned. And now, they won't be mentioned for quite a while, I'm guessing at least five chapters.

Thanks so much for reading, and please continue to do so. I fully intend to complete this fic, so, even if the updates are slow and irregular, please bear with me.

As for the people who are reading my other fic, Non Sum Qualis Eram, I have not given up on it, I've just been focusing my attention on this story for a bit. I should have an update on that story by the end of the week, though, no promises.

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-Dalamar