DISCLAMER: I own nothing if I did I would not be bothered to write this I would be on like a beach or something.

A/N - Please, please, please write and review cos I am badly running out of ideas and I want 2 know if anybody thinks this is anything like good. I know the title is bad but I can't think of anything else if any of you can please review and tell me. Also if anybody is reading this please go and read The Truth Hurts by Vesper Lunen, Hermione's Mistake by Cristal Etoile and Harry Potter and the Wanderers of the Mind by Whiteriver cos they are all gr8.

Whiteriver - Thanx so much 4 being my first reviewer, if u hadn't I probably would have given up (probably a relief to you but hey.)

Vesper Lunen (Josie) - Is evil a compliment? It sounds good. Don't you dare copy any of my ideas (joke) like you'd want them anyway. Thanx anyway, c ya soon. You better be so grateful of Monday cos I told people to read your story on mine.

I'll get on with the story now, anyway.

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"Well, little Harry can join his precious parents in hell then, can't he?" Uncle Vernon hissed. Harry sank down to the step, frozen to the spot; he tried to go back to his room but was paralysed with fear. It must be some kind of sick joke, even the Dursleys wouldn't kill him, I mean they hated him but.
'Exactly they hate you,' whispered a voice in his head, 'How easy would it be to just kill you quietly and pretend it was an accident. Then they'd be rid of you forever.'
'No, no,' another voice murmured, 'Aunt Petunia's related to your mum, however much she loathes you she wouldn't kill her own nephew.'
Harry felt like screaming, he felt so alone. He took a deep breath and listened to their conversation again.
"We better be off then if we're going to go and buy Dudley his new play station," Petunia said, "Oh, and you better burn these when we get back," Petunia tossed a packet of something towards the fire.
"Of course, we don't want any memories of them," Uncle Vernon got up, "We're going out boy, if you do anything to this house, you're done for," he roared threateningly up the stairs.
Harry slinked back towards his room. They were going out which would give him time to escape, he grabbed a bag and fumblingly stuffed a few clothes in and other stuff he might need. He could go to Ron's except.he didn't know the way. He had only flown there in the flying car. He sank down onto the bed, his head in his hands. He heard the door slam.
First, he could see what it was that Auntie Petunia wanted to burn that was memories of him and his parents. He went down the stairs, automatically sneaking down even though there was nobody in the house and into the room. He picked up the parcel.
It was actually a file with pictures in. He opened it and looked at the first picture. They were still pictures, which was normal as they belonged to Petunia and Vernon who were muggles. It was a girl about his age fifteen, she looked pretty upset, tears were streaming down her face. Harry just had time to take this in before the picture began to glow with white light. He gazed at it on horror, the Dursleys would know he'd been here, they'd kill him but he thought, it doesn't matter any more, even if they don't it would only be prolonging my death so with a deep breath he turned and looked at the picture.

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A girl stumbled across the grounds of Hogwarts; she was wearing a long blue silky dress, which flowed, across the ground behind her. Her eyes were pouring with tears and she was sobbing uncontrollably. She fell and a jagged rock sliced into her leg and blood dripped from it. She could taste the grit in her mouth; she staggered upwards and lurched forward again. Behind her Harry could hear voices, laughter and they sounded vaguely familiar though he could not place them. The girl lurched forward again into someone and when Harry saw the person he gasped. He looked just like Harry with the same green eyes, tousled untidy brown hair and crooked glasses. It must be his father, James Potter. "Lily," Harry's eyes widened, it was his mother, "Lilly, are you ok," asked James, his eyes wide with concern. She nodded quickly and mumbled something Harry could not hear. Then she began to walk away swiftly when James placed a hand on her arm. "You don't look fine to me," he whispered softly. She pivoted quickly. "It's none of your business," she snapped, "Just leave me." she started off in a fresh wave of tears. James handed her a tissue.
"It was Tom," she stammered, "H.he was there with Petunia. H.he told me he was only going to get a drink b.but he'd be gone ages. I.I came out to see where he was and." she began to cry though she tried to brush away the tears. James hugged her soothingly. So the laughter Harry could hear was Aunt Petunia and Voldemort.
"Just, forget him, he's not worth it," James mumbled as she got up, her softly waving brown hair cascading over her shoulders and her sea blue eyes shining with tears.
"I.I can't believe Petunia did that to me. She's my s.sister," Lily gulped, "I should have gone with you to the ball instead of him."

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Harry's mind was reeling, everything he had seen spinning round his brain. His mum had gone to a school ball with Voldemort who had later killed her and her husband. Aunt Petunia was with Voldemort but.that was the puzzling thing, what was Aunt Petunia doing at Hogwarts, she was a true muggle and hated everything to do with wizards. It was like a nightmare, first he finds out his guardians are plotting to kill him and then he finds out his mum went to a ball with a man who murdered thousands of people and his Aunt was at Hogwarts though she hated witchcraft. Though if it were a nightmare he would wake up instead he was stuck in this horror. He closed his eyes and willed that when he opened them he would be lying in his bed ready to face a normal day. If you could call being locked in your room and only coming out to be beaten a few times normal. Funny, it was the first time he had ever wanted to be in his bedroom at the Dursleys. He opened his eyes; he saw the Dursley's living room and the picture in his hands.
Things were about to get a whole lot worse though. His scar began to burn, red pain in front of his eyelids and shooting through his body, like his head was going to explode. He spun around and when he looked into the fire his whole world crashed around him. In the fire was a face, but not just any face, the face that had haunted his nightmares for years.