Author's Notes: Ok…after reading yet more reviews, I figured that either my previous explanation was horrible, or people don't read the notes I put up at the start of every chapter…*sighs* Right, so I've decided to do this timeline thing. I have no idea if it'll work on other computers or not. If it doesn't, maybe you can reread the author's notes on chapter 6…

Timeline

Chapter 4         |_ After the last task, before Harry went back to the Gryffindor tower.

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Chapter 6         |_In the Hogwarts Express, going home for the summer holidays, after the traumatizing fourth year stuff

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Chapter 7         |_First day of summer holidays, between fourth and fifth years

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Chapter 1,2&3 |_About a week into the summer holidays between fourth and fifth years

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I'm writing in what the Chinese call "cha1 xu4" way of writing. The chapters do not go in order. I purposely left chapter 3 hanging there and kind of went back to the past to show you what Vernon did to poor Harry to make him like that…

Alright then, thanks to all my lovely reviewers…I really appreciate it! ^.^ And I finally passed the 100 mark!!! *leaps around the bonfire and yells happily…*

Lindsay – I do hope you understood the timeline? If you don't maybe you can read the note in chapter 6 or something…

SilverWolf – I know…I don't think I'll make him that powerful…I want him vulnerable so Sev can care for him ^.^

Aurelius – I'm using Microsoft Word for all my fics. I think it's the 2000 Version…

Butterfly – Thank you…I'm glad you liked it. ^.^ Sev won't come in for a while yet (sorry…*sheepish look*). As for when we'll see him again…I have no idea actually…I'm still deciding how much I want to prolong Harry's abuse…

So, I dedicate this to all those nice people that reviewed…all those that didn't better review after you've read this. *growls* ^.^'

Happy reading…

A Fallen Angel

By chibi-tenshi

The Hogwarts Express pulled into the station and students began to stream out, each eager to start another school-free holiday, planning to leave the homework to the very last minute (except for one Hermoine Granger, and maybe some of the Ravenclaws), wanting to milk as much fun as possible for the summer holidays, even if they couldn't do magic.

The "Hogwarts Trio", as they were so aptly named, stumbled out of their carriage. Harry Potter (a.k.a. The-Boy-Who-Lived) lagged behind a little, his gaze sweeping around the station, as if trying to find something…or, someone

He smiled a little as he caught sight of the Weasley Twins. "Fred – George – wait a moment!" he called out as he jogged up to them.

They turned, walking slowly towards him, wondering about what was it that he wanted. Harry pulled open his trunk as soon as he reached them, drawing up his Triwizard winnings.

"Take it," he said, thrusting the sack into George's hands.

"What?" said Fred, looking flabbergasted.

"Take it, I don't want it," Harry repeated firmly.

"You are mental," said George, trying to push the sack back to Harry.

"I'm not! You take it and get inventing. It's for the joke shop. Anyway, I'm going to throw it down the gutter later if you don't take it. I don't need it, and I don't want it either. But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs. I have a feeling that we would need a lot of it soon," Harry said again, desperately trying to convince the twins that it's for a good cause.

"Harry," said George weakly, weighing the bag in his hands, "there's got to be a thousand Galleons in here!"

"Yeah, think of how many Canary Creams that is," Harry said, grinning slightly

The twins stared at him…

"Just don't tell your mum where you got it," Harry continued. "Though she might not be so keen for you to join the Ministry anymore, come to think of it…"

"Harry…" Fred began, but Harry pulled out his wand.

"Look," he said flatly, "take it, or I'll hex you. I'd reckon I know some pretty good ones by now. Just do me one favor, OK? Buy Ron some different dress robes, and say they are from you."

With that over and done with, he ran to catch up with Ron and Hermione, leaving the twins with identical looks of shock and amazement at his wake. He pushed and jostled though the crowd to move towards the red-haired mob at the opposite end of the station, only to be swept directly into Molly Weasley's embrace. Harry flinched a little at this, but did not pull away in fear of hurting Mrs. Weasley's feelings.

They continued on their way, once Fred and George recovered enough to reattach their jaws to their face and catch up with the group, through the barrier separating Platform 9 ¾ from the muggle world, all the while talking and laughing at the exchanged news. Surprisingly, all the Weasleys were present, including Percy, Bill and Charlie. Apparently, they had heard about Voldemort's rebirth and decided that there was strength in numbers.

One by one, they casually slid pass the barrier, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible, though the famous fiery red Weasley hair was certainly attracting a lot of attention as people turned to see where the fire was.

Harry was strangely subdued as he walked across the station, only nodding occasionally or laughing politely at the correct intervals. The rest guessed what his mind was on (the Third Task, duh), and left him on his own devices for most part.

As for Harry himself, he can't seem to shake off this uncomfortable feeling that something bad was going to happen. Over his years at Hogwarts, after about a thousand and one earth shattering encounters with Voldemort, he had learnt that his instincts were normally quite accurate. He sighed in resignation, knowing that things were never normal around him, and that there was no point worrying, because, as Hagrid had said, what would come would come…and he would have to meet it when it did…

Deciding to get this summer gone and over with so he could get back to Hogwarts sooner, Harry bid all of them goodbye, and was taken by surprise when Hermoine gave him a fierce hug and kissed him on his cheeks. His first instinct was to push her away and sprint off as fast as he could to the opposite end of the station, but he was not as dense as that, and he forced himself to relax into her hug, so as not to attract too much attention. Then, as the group split up, the Weasleys moved off to the wizard pub across the road for floo travel and Hermoine went in search for her parents.

Harry opened his trunk and took out his wand, invisibility cloak and photo album, and stuffed it under his T-shirt, which was so humongous that he could hide an elephant in it and nobody would notice. He wanted to make sure that he had at least some form of defense should Voldemort ever found out where he was, determined that he wouldn't go down without a fight even if Voldemort took him by surprise. Removing the photo album for safekeeping was pure indulgence on his part. He couldn't help but shudder when he thought about what Vernon would do to it if he ever got his pudgy hands on it.

He tried to shrug off the bad vibes he was experiencing for the time being as he scanned around the station for his uncle.

He caught sight of him struggling to hide his huge bulk behind a long, slim pillar and pushed the trolley towards him. As he approached, his uncle seemed to have sensed his presence and turned around facing him, snorting when he saw that he was indeed Harry Potter and his hope of not being able to find Harry in the station, so that he could go home empty-handed, had vanished.

As they approached the car, Harry was astonished to note that this car was the same one that his uncle was using last year, as he happened to change cars every half a year or so.

Vernon got into the driver's seat and started up the engine as Harry loaded his trunk into the boot, with much difficulty I might add, since the trunk was, like, twice his weight. Finally, he succeeded in the near impossible task and plunked down onto at back seat, panting and puffing heavily, only to have his uncle scream at him, "You'd better not dirty the seats. Try anything funny on the way back and I will guarantee you that you would wish you had never been born once I am through with you!"

Harry, knowing better than to disagree with him, sat back on the seat in silence and the rest of the journey basically continued pretty much that way.

            The car pulled into 4 Privet Drive. Harry could see that the house remained pretty much as it was when he left it last year, a perfect picture of normalcy. Dread settled at the pit of his stomach as he got out of the car, remembering what the Weasley twins had done to Dudley the year before. His negative feelings further pummeled as he spied a nasty glint in his uncle's eye while lugging his trunk up to the door.

As soon as he stepped into the house, his uncle unlocked the cupboard under the stairs and signaled for him to leave his trunk in it. Harry, feeling scared at his uncharacteristic silence by now, only compiled to his wishes before trudging up the stairs with him to his room.

There, by the door, he could see his aunt's bony frame and his cousin's huge bulk, making him even more terrified at the fate that awaited him, especially when he saw that the glint in his uncle's eye had mutated into a fiendish grin, and that it was similarly plastered on the faces of the rest of the Dursleys.

Once he pulled the door open, he was shoved roughly into his room. His eyes widened when he saw the state of his room, stifling a groan when he saw what it contained. All of Dudley's toys, books and whatever other miscellaneous stuff that used to take up most of the space in the room were cleared out, leaving the room to look exceptionally bare.

The windows were barred, effectively deterring any means of escape and communication through owl-post. 'Even Pig won't be able to fit,' he thought dispassionately.

A small chamber pot was placed at the leftmost corner of the room. 'Guess I'm not going to get my toilet breaks now huh?' he sighed mentally to himself.

He didn't need to look back to know that a cat-flap was once again fitted into the door.

His bed was moved from its usual right wall to the middle of the room and shackles were hanging from the bedpost. 'Shit, I was hoping that he forgot about those!' he almost moaned out, biting his lips to keep the words from escaping.

A small rack, newly installed on the left-hand side of the room, was covered with all kinds of belts, all looking polished and shiny, ready for use. 'I've been wondering where these went. I suppose him dumping them is too much to hope for,' he half-groaned resignedly.

 The table at the right corner almost escaped his notice, almost, but not quite. It held things that kids his age should have never known about, let alone set their eyes on. 'Damn it, I'm so dead…' he resisted the urge to rub his temples in defeat, knowing that the Dursleys were watching his every move.

A shadow was cast on him as his uncle loomed up behind, giving an altogether menacing effect. He was unable to stop a grimace as he anticipated what would come next………

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TBC

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