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A/N I am sorry that I did not update for soo long (for me its long), but it was an end of term so I had to study (hate studying) and on top of that I had a martial arts promotion exam. Passed it, got a different belt and very sore muscles, *bleh*. What can I do? I just don't believe in colored belts or martial arts exams 0_o. Today I passed my final (hopefully) and there are no more promotion exams for a couple more years (4 years if I'm really good). The point is that it's over, so now I can write something decent (I don't write well under stress).

Loving Family

Harry hoped with all his hart that Dursleys did not notice his absence. They did ignore him most of the time. He was also forced to sneak down into the kitchen if he wanted something to eat after their hatred for him reached the "get your own food" level with a little bit of I-don't-want-to-eat-in-your-presence-or-it-will-make-me-puke on both sides.

That was more than fine with Harry. The less he saw them the better. That way they were less likely to bad-mouth his parents or something else Harry cared about so the chances of him accidentally loosing it and hexing Dursleys were as close to a minimum as possible, which is the way Harry wanted to keep it. There is no way in hell Harry wanted to be kicked out of Hogwarts ((*thanks to Lady Phoenix Gryffindor*)), not if he could help it. And he certainly will be kicked out if anymore magic was detected coming from him.

No matter how much Dursleys resented him and no matter how much Harry hated their guts, they were still family and they were responsible for him. There was no way he could get out it withought some sort of an explanation on his part and a long lecture on his uncles. He could always avoid Dursleys for the rest of the summer, but no. That will not work. His best friends did not invite him over. He was not allowed to go to the Burrow because of the return of Voldemort and Sirus was probably mad at him. Even if he wasn't, Dumbledore probably gave him some strict orders about Harry that even Sirus Black, the only wizard to escape Azkaban, would not break.

It did not matter. Harry will have to face his uncle and aunt some time.

After making this decision The-Boy-Who-Lived was ready to act on it and was walking toward the door when he realized his error. After spending eternity in hell-world Harry was sure that he looked anything but presentable. His already worn, second hand after Dudley clothes, were dirty and ripped rugs. Even Harry's hair was messier than usual. Now it was grayishly-bluish-brown plus a couple of dried leaves instead of the usual midnight-black. His face also changed color, unfortunately not for the better. And his jaw line hurt.

So, grabbing a change of clothes Harry went to the nearest bathroom (does he have a bathroom in his room?) to get cleaned up. A nice, long, hot and steamy shower was just what Harry's overused muscles needed.

After he was done, everything seemed so much better than couple of minutes ago. Now that Harry combed his hair, which did not make it any less wild, and changed his clothes he felt almost human. Thinking happy thought and not watching his step Harry happily tripped over his enchanted book, Sirius's present, that was the cause of all the current troubles.

To avoid a painful meeting of his face with the floor Harry instinctively did a front roll and in a second he was back up on his feet. He was just getting over his surprise when an angry yell came from downstairs.


"Boy! Is that you?"


The-Boy-Who-Lived was going over all the possible answers to that question when his uncle shouted again:


"GET DOWN HERE!"


It seemed that the meeting with his loving family was going to happen right now. Harry was ready to face anything that life threw his way, including his angry uncle. So, like a good and caring nephew that he was Harry obediently went downstairs, past the kitchen and into the living room. All three Dursleys were waiting for him.


"Where have YOU been, boy?" started uncle Vernon.


"Upstairs" was Harry's innocent answer which made the head of Dursley family turn red.


"You KNOW what I mean. Do not play games with me! I DEMAND to know, where have you been for the last week?"


That last statement almost made Harry choke. So, it took them two weeks to notice his absence.


"Well?!?"


"Hmm… I… went to see my godfather. The one that loves me very much and is ready to kill for his only godson" It was not a complete lie. Harry did see Sirus, he just did not go anywhere to do it. And Sirus did care about him, right?!


At the mention of a loving godfather Petunia looked mortified, Dudley hid behind his mother and Vernon, whose face turned beautiful dark red color, looked as suspicious as ever.


"IS THAT TRUE !?"


"It is the truth." Harry tried to look as sincere as he could "Why would I lie?" Good question. Why was he lying? Probably because it was a very long story that gave Dursleys too mush information that they had no business knowing, or maybe because Harry did not want to relive his experiences again. They would not believe him anyway, so he might as well save his breath.


Before Harry could finish his last thought uncle Vernon started yelling again:


"Do you think you can come and go whenever you want? It is enough that we let you go to that place you call school, but now you want to go to visit whoever you want and whenever you feel like it, is that it?"


"Yes, that's the idea" Harry was starting to get agitated. At least they did not mention his parents.


"Don't you get smart with me, you freak!" yelled uncle Vernon. It was hard to believe that human face can become that red, but older Dursley proved that it could.


Now aunt Petunia decided to give Harry a piece of her mind.
"We took you in, boy. Just out of goodness of our harts. You should appreciate everything we have done for you. You are an abomination, a freak. Your mother was a freak. Your father was a freak too. They were perfect for each-other. Freaks like them should stick together."


Harry was used to being called a freak by his aunt and uncle. He was also used to their annoying complains and their anger. He ignored it all.
But now after hearing his aunt talk about his parents Harry felt ready to explode.

Dursleys sensed a change in Harry because Petunia suddenly went quiet, uncle Vernon looked like he wanted to take a step back and Dudley started looking nervously in the direction of the door.


Harry looked ready to kill. His eyes were almost burning with green fire while his face became an emotionless mask. Physically nothing changed, but in his mind Harry was trying hard not to loose control and do some serious harm to Dursleys. The air around him was vibrating with his anger.

Dursleys had a very good reason to be afraid at that moment in time and that reason was staring at them with bright green eyes.


A/N So, what did you think? How was it? In the next chapter I intend to do some serious Dudley bashing so all Dudley lovers (does a thing like that exist?) better stop right here.



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