Disclaimer:  I don't own the Harry Potter characters.

A/N:  I don't really have much to say this time, just blabbing for absolutely no reason whatsoever.  Let me dance a little jig because the roommates moved out, but most of you already know that from the last chapter.  But I'm still happy; therefore you get to know again.  I'll shut up now, here's the story.

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Vernon came plummeting down the stairs, his intent was clearly obvious; get the idiot children out of his house.  George jumped out of the way just as Vernon reached out for him.  Fred and Ron were standing just behind him, with their minds working as fast as they possibly could.  They were technically defenseless.  If they used their wands, they'd get into trouble, but they honestly didn't know of any other way to get out of this situation.  Hand to hand combat would be nice, but Ron didn't think he could do any physical damage to the extremely large man in front of himself and his brothers. 

"Where's Harry?" yelled Ron, working up his courage.

Vernon became even more enraged when the redhead spoke the 'freak's' name.  "Where that little brat is, is of no concern of yours!  Now get out of my house before I do something I will definitely not regret."  yelled Vernon just as loudly.

It was clear that Harry was not safe in this environment.  They had been wrong about his uncle, and Merlin only knew what had been done to their friend.  Filled with this angering development, they attacked.

"You tell me where he is or you will regret it!" hissed Fred venomously.  He pulled his wand out from his pocket, but just for show.  He refused to use it unless absolutely necessary. 

Harry's uncle recoiled in fear, but then his facial expression changed.  He suddenly lunged at Fred, grabbing the wand from his hand.  He flipped the teenager around so that he was facing his brothers and threw his arm across his neck, making it extremely hard to breathe.

"One more step and I'll snap his neck!" he screamed.  George and Ron, who were in the process of raising their own wands, dropped them immediately.  They could see the pain in their brother's eyes, and knew the man meant business. 

However, at that precise moment, the front door flew open, revealing none other than Harry Potter.  And a very odd looking mirror. 

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Sirius Black sat in the overly comfortable chair that Remus had just purchased not two weeks ago.  He picked up a cup of coffee from the end table, took a sip and nearly spit it back out.  It was cold.  How long had he been sitting here, musing silently?  Apparently long enough for his coffee to turn to ice.  He sat back in the chair, worry evident in his eyes.  He hadn't heard from Harry since yesterday.  It had only been a day.  Perhaps he shouldn't get so heated over such a small time frame.  Just the same, Harry wrote to him every single day, without fail.  Something had to be wrong.  He knew it was late, but unless he talked to someone about it, he thought he'd go mad.  Lupin was out of the question as he was in an important meeting with Dumbledore.  Pushing his doubt aside, he grabbed some floo powder off the same table and walked over to the fireplace.  Time be damned. 

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Molly Weasley woke with a start.  She sat up in bed, certain she had heard something.  Straining her ears, she listened attentively.  Assuming she had imagined something, she laid back down to back asleep.  When she heard it again.

"Mrs. Weasley!" she knew the voice and fearing something was wrong, she threw on her bathrobe, and descended the stairs faster than it was humanely possible. 

"What is it Sirius?" she asked, coming to a halt in front of the fireplace.

"I might be overreacting, but I figure its better safe than sorry.  I haven't heard from Harry today, has Ron?"

"Well, I'm not sure.  I'd have to ask him.  Come on through, and I'll make some tea." she said.

Within an instant, Sirius Black, in his entirety was standing in the Weasley's living room.

"Here, have a seat," she said, pointing to the couch, "and I'll go get Ron."  She disappeared up the stairs.  A minute later, a loud shriek was heard. 

"Molly?" he yelled, running up the stairs.  "What's wrong?"  he ran into Ron's bedroom at the exact time that every other door on the floor flew open. 

"What's happening?" asked Arthur.

Molly returned from her son's room.  "Those boys are grounded for the rest of their lives."

"Where are they?" asked Ginny, blinking rapidly.

"They're gone.  And I have a feeling I know where they went."  replied Mrs. Weasley.

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When he first opened the door, he was assaulted by a flash of red.  When he finally got used to the light in the room, he noticed it was only the twins, plus Ron's hair.  He was even more shocked to find that Fred was being held hostage by his uncle.  Damn muggle.

Harry looked incredulously around the room.  "What are you doing?" he asked calmly of his uncle.

"Ridding my house of your freaky friends." he yelled in response.  He seemed to blanch at seeing his nephew.  "How did you get out?  And what is that thing?!"  he screamed, finally noticing the mirror, on all fours, with its face facing upwards. 

"He," Harry pointed at his mirror, "let me out." The energy it took for him to climb out of the trunk and walk to the house was beginning to show.  He was leaning against the doorframe, desperately trying to stay awake.  He was so tired.  His back and his shoulder were killing him.  Not to mention he had a headache from hell.  He absently rubbed the spot where his uncle had forced his face into a collision course with the concrete driveway. 

Upon seeing the condition that their friend was in, renewed strength filled them, and Fred broke free of the grip that was precariously close to crushing his wind pipe.  George ran for Harry, who was sliding to the floor.  Ron ruthlessly threw himself at Harry's uncle, hitting him full force in the face.  He continued throwing punches until Vernon ducked, narrowly missing a punch in the face, however, it gave him the opening he was looking for.  He backhanded Ron across the face, sending him flying to the floor.  He was viciously pulled onto his back and was nearly driven to unconsciousness when Dursley punched him right on his cheekbone.  Ron's scream alerted his brothers, who turned around and saw what was happening to their little brother.

"You bastard!" screamed Fred, launching himself on the bigger man.  He grabbed a handful of hair and slammed his head against the floor.  This seemed to stun him, but not for long.  Vernon reared up, and threw Fred from his back.  Just as he was advancing on Ron again, he fell to the floor. 

Harry, sitting slumped against the doorframe, had Ron's wand in his hand.  He lowered it to his side after watching Vernon fall.  "Ron, are you alright?"

Ron, still lying on the floor, weakly turned his head towards his friend's voice.  "Sure.  My face hurts though." he whispered out. 

"Mine too." he empathized with his friend. 

"Come on, let's go home." said Fred.  He draped Harry's arm around his shoulder, grabbed his hand in his own, put his arm around the boy's waist, and heaved him up off the floor.  George did the same with Ron.  They half dragged, half carried the boys into the living room.  

"Wait, my aunt Petunia, she's still here.  We have to find her."

"Okay, okay, just hold your horses.  We'll find her, Harry.  You stay here." replied Fred.

The twins ascended the stairs, calling out Petunia's name.  As they got closer to the master bedroom, they heard a muffled yell. 

"Here, she's in here." called Fred, getting George's attention.  He had been looking in Dudley's bedroom.

They could tell she was in the closet and had to break the lock to open the door.  "Mrs. Dursley!"  The woman's hands were tied behind her back and she had tape across her mouth.  Fred quickly ripped the tape away, eliciting a moan from the woman, and untied her hands. 

"Did you find Harry?" she asked, rubbing her bruised wrists.  "You have to get him!  Vernon has him locked in the trunk of his car!"

"He didn't!  He locked him in?" Fred knew how terrifying that would have been for Harry.  "Don't worry, we've got him, he's safe." 

"Oh, thank goodness." the relief spread through her face, before it was replaced with concern again.  "Could you help me untie my son, too?"

Fred and George both looked down in surprise.  "What's he doing here?"

"He found me last night when he came in from a friend's house.  Vernon was already asleep downstairs on the couch, and he heard me banging around in here.  Vernon woke up and found him untying me, so he too was thrown into the closet." 

"Oh." said Fred and George in unison.  They untied Dudley, who wasn't in the least bit grateful to his rescuers. 

"You're welcome." said Fred, as if he had actually heard a thank you.

"Listen, we'll take Harry from here.  We're going to take him back to our house.  I'd venture to say that someone will be stopping by to take care of your husband.  They'll probably ask you some questions as well.  You might want to tie him up or something." motioned George, pointing towards Vernon, who was still lying unconscious in the hallway. 

"Thanks for the advice." she replied, seriously.  "Now, where's Harry?" she wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Right here." said the person in question.  Harry had heard the conversation from the living room, and now stood just inside the kitchen.  "I'm fine."

"You look like hell." she replied, quite truthfully and in all seriousness.  She gently ran her hand over the large bruise on the side of his face.  "Are you going to be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine.  As long as I never have to see him again."  Harry looked at his uncle in disgust. 

"You and me both, kiddo." Petunia embraced her nephew in a hug, before letting go.  "Keep safe, and keep in touch."

"I will, and the same for you."

"Get out of here before he wakes up."  she pushed him back towards the living room, assuming they would be leaving by that weird transportation of fireplace. 

Fred and George picked back up the younger boys and went through the fireplace.  They toppled through to the Weasley's fireplace, and onto the floor.  They carefully picked up the injured parties.

"Where the hell have you been?" yelled Molly Weasley.  "We've been worried sick!  Don't you…Oh my god!" one look at Harry and Ron and she immediately shut her mouth.  Any punishment she was about to bestow upon the children was forgotten.  She rushed to the boys.  Sirius quickly ran to his godson. 

"Harry, Harry, are you okay?" he asked, taking him from Fred.  He held Harry to his chest, rocking him back and forth.  Guilt was overwhelming him.  That bastard had hurt his godson for the last time.  Beside him, he saw that Ron wasn't looking much better. 

Arthur looked absolutely livid.  "He beat my boys." he loved Harry just as much as Ron and the thought that anyone had laid a hand on either of them was eating away at him. 

Arthur and Sirius's eyes met, and a silent agreement was made.  Vernon Dursley was going to pay.  Dearly. 

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Vernon woke with an intense pain rolling through his head.  He tried to move his hand up to his face, but found he couldn't.  Looking down, he discovered he was tied up.  "Great." he mumbled.  As he lay there, he could hear someone rummaging around upstairs.  He knew it could only be Petunia, packing her things.  She would never stay with him after this.  Harry was taken by his freak friends, and escaping his bonds became his goal.  When his friends found out, they would come after him, again.  He tried wiggling out of the ropes, and discovered that it was working.  "A little more."  he whispered.  He was almost free, and then he felt something behind him.  It was moving, but he couldn't figure out what it was. 

"Who's there?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" the mirror slowly crawled up his back.

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Harry had passed out almost as soon as they reached the Weasley's fireplace.  The entire ordeal had had it's toll, not only on him, but on the three youngest Weasley sons as well.  Sirius had picked up his godson and was now cradling him in his arms like a child.  He hoped Harry wouldn't come out of his slumber anytime soon, for he knew he wouldn't let him hold him any longer.  Right now, all he wanted to do was hold on to the boy in his arms for deal life, and never let him go.  Ron, Fred, and George were all sitting on the couch, surrounded by their family.  Mrs. Weasley was holding an ice packet to Ron's face to reduce the swelling.  Sirius was doing the same to the bruise on Harry's face.  Sometimes muggle treatments worked the best. 

"What happened?" asked Sirius, gently wiping a stray hair out of the boy's eyes. 

The three brothers looked at each other, as if giving silent encouragement, before the youngest one began speaking.  He told of how he had just known something was wrong with Harry, and how they had snuck out that evening.  His mother had gasped in shock, along with all the other adults in the room when Ron told of Mr. Dursley taking Fred hostage.  Mrs. Weasley had suddenly grabbed all her children in a bear hug.  She could have lost her children tonight, and that thought terrified her.  She gently kissed Harry's forehead as well. 

When Sirius shifted positions, moving Harry with him, he accidentally jostled the child's shoulder, causing him to cry out, but still remain unconscious.  However, everyone in the room had grown deathly silent.  No one knew the extent of Harry's injuries.  Supporting Harry with one arm, Sirius unbuttoned the night shirt Harry was still wearing.  He pulled the two sides of the shirt apart, but there were no bruises.  Ron reached over, however, and pulled the shirt off his shoulder.  A gasp filtered through the room.  His shoulder was dislocated, if not broken, and an extremely large bruise covered his shoulder and disappeared towards his back. 

Sirius was trying desperately to stay in control, not wanting to frighten the boy.  Fearing for what he would find, he pulled Harry upwards, and let him rest his head on his chest.  However, Sirius had unknowingly placed his hand directly on the burned part of his back.  Harry's eyes shot open, and he started breathing in an irregular manner.  "Don't." he moaned, pushing away his godfather's hand and trying to sit up all at the same time.   He failed and collapsed upon Sirius's chest once again.  No one made a move. 

"Harry?" Mrs. Weasley broke the silence.  She kneeled down in front of his face, getting his full attention.  He was still breathing rapidly, as if in pain.  "Does it hurt?"

Harry nodded his head in response.  "Where?" she asked.  He started to respond but stopped.  He suddenly realized where he was and that he was being held, like a child, no less.  Embarrassment encompassed him and he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole.  He reached up, grabbed Sirius's head, and pulled him down to where he could talk to him privately.  "Why are you holding me?" he asked in the smallest whisper he could conjure up.

"Because I can, because I have to." he held tighter to the bundle in his arms.  Harry suddenly understood and felt like he needed to be held as well, even if it was like a child and in front of everyone he knew. 

"Okay." he replied, releasing his hold on his godfather's head. 

'That was easy.' thought Sirius, before asking the ever present question.  "Where does it hurt?"

"My back." Harry really didn't want anyone to see what his uncle had done to him.  He was embarrassed, for one thing, and slightly ashamed.  He wasn't sure why though.  He knew it wasn't his fault, and that he shouldn't feel the way he was feeling.  But he did anyways.

Sirius pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, revealing the burn on his back.  Harry waited for someone to gasp or yell in disgust, but it never came.  He knew it had to look bad, had to have blistered, and turned a nasty shade of red.  Instead, he felt someone gently touch his back and whisper a spell.  The pain vanished immediately and he could move again without feeling incredible pain. 

"How's that?" asked Molly. 

"It doesn't hurt anymore.  What did you do?" Harry tried to turn his head to see his back, even though he knew he couldn't see the section that was burned from his point of view.

"It's healed now, Harry, but there's still a mark where the burn was." she took a deep breath before asking the next question.  "How did he do that?"

In an emotionless voice he answered, "He used a burner off a stove from the kitchen."

Harry heard someone say 'that bastard' before all was silent again.  "So, what's going to happen now?  I…used magic, even though it's against the rules.  But he was hurting Ron.  I had to." he said, straining his neck to see his friend.  His eyes widened as he finally saw the extent to his best friends bruises. 

"Oh Ron, I am so sorry." he whispered.

"No, it's not your fault, so don't apologize.  He hurt you too." said Ron, pointing towards the large bruise on the side of Harry's face.  Harry nodded.  "And I seriously doubt you'd get kicked out of school for using magic to save my butt." he said jokingly.  They both smiled.

"Okay, enough of this chit chat, you all need some rest, now off to bed with you."  Mrs. Weasley said, herding all the kids upstairs to bed, all except Harry who still remained in his godfather's arms.  Molly performed a spell on his shoulder, taking away the pain until they could see Madame Pomfrey the following morning.  "Broken bones are best left to those who actually know how to heal them." she said.  Sirius carried his charge up to Ron's bedroom and laid him down on the bed. 

"Go to sleep, alright?" he asked. 

"I will." Harry replied, but took Sirius's hand as he stood up from the bed.  "Will you stay here, at least until I fall asleep?" he knew he was acting childish, but he didn't care. 

"Sure." Sirius pulled up a chair to the bedside, and stayed that way long after Harry had fallen asleep.

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A/N:  Well, what do you think so far?  Is it any good?  The next chapter with include getting revenge on butthead.  My wrist doesn't hurt as much anymore, so hopefully it's getting better.  I can only hope.  Okay, please review, and I'll get the next chapter up ASAP!  Just so everyone knows, I didn't write those lyrics in the last chapter, when Harry is singing.  It is a song called I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik.  Great song!

Blackenedsoul:  I'm sorry I made you wait, hopefully you didn't have to wait as long for this chapter!

Angel:  Glad you considered it an interesting story!  Please keep reading!

Saya-Sato:  well, I could never leave you hanging there.  Yeah, I think they are still close too.  Especially in the books.  Well, there really wasn't anything going on except he was ticked off at the prospect that Vernon was hurting his friend.  I'm talking about George and the angering look.  As I said in my author's notes, I didn't make up the song, it's by John Rzeznik.  I love that song! Good idea, about the song and the diversion and such.  I was just trying to confuse and freak out with the hiss from the mirror.  At least I through you off.  Thanks.  I hope my wrist gets better too!  I like long reviews!

Inigma:  Thankyou.  My hand isn't killing me, so I can still write at least.  Which fic did you look at?  Just out of curiosity.  Glad you liked the story, and I updated.  Bye bye.

Angelhitomi:  Glad you liked the chapter.  I hope you like this one as well.

Lanfear:  Thanks!  It's okay that you've been a sucky reviewer, because you reviewed!  But you have to keep reviewing now!  It's always cool to leave a story, come back and there are like three or four more chapters to read!  I love that!  I have something really bad planned for Vernon, so be sure and read the next chapter to find out what happens!  Cookies!  Woo-Hoo!

Dream:  I'm sorry about the cliffhangers.  This one thankfully wasn't one, really.  Except no one knows what's happening with Vernon and the mirror!  HA!  I'll update soon!

Mixed Up Again:  Thanks.  It was by John Rzeznik, called I'm Still Here.  Everyone hates Vernon, especially in my story!  He's only been in the trunk for like a day or something.  Not very long, but an eternity in his eyes.  Good job in school!  Ah, Valentine's day.  I have no one to be my valentine, so it sucks.  But oh well.  It's feeling better.  What is neopets?  Never heard of it.  Talk to you later!

Hermione Freak:  I CONINUED!!!!!!!!!

Melissa Lupin:  I feel sorry for them too.  Vernon's gonna get his next chapter, I promise!

Celebony:  Wow, thanks.  One of the best you've ever read???  I hope I can keep it that way.  I love those kinds of complements!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I updated!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mercedes:  Thanks.  Okay, refresh my memory.  How did the rescue go in the second book.  Now, I'm half tempted to go whip out the second book and look it up.  Hee-Hee!  Glad you liked it!  I'll update soon!

Lucy-Liza:  Yes, Vernon is very evil and he should die or something.  Indeed.  Yep, he put him in there on purpose!  Very glad you enjoyed the talking mirror.  Yes, Ron is super cool.  He knew, and now they have escaped!  Poor Ron!  I'm mean to him too!  Yep, he's in a bad state, and everyone's ticked off about it.  But who wouldn't.  I think my wrist problem is called carpal tunnel.  And to top it off, right now I am suffering from an extremely bad headache.  Typing this is weird, because everything looks blurry.  I should probably stop typing, huh???  I'm laughing right now.  You wrote:  "So, *stares at shadowarwen*"  I find that hilarious for some reason!  I updated.  Was it soon enough, or should I improve on my updating skills????   Later!

Psychochic:  This ffic.net is stupid half the time.  It wouldn't let me read your story the last time, but it would let me review.  It's retarded.  I am going to dispose of him in a moment, like in the next chapter.  I've got bigger fish to fry as well, although, probably not as big as the ones in your story.  At least not yet.  It's about to get weird.  Ron is special!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'll tell you soon enough.  Sorry it was short, but I wanted to get something posted, plus I couldn't go any farther than that point for some stupid reason.  This one was longer, I think.  I thought the talking mirror was quite cute.  Thanks for calling me sadistic, I appreciate it!!!!!!!!!!!!  Ha!  What else is wrong with you???  I forget, I don't know if I read them or not.  I try to read author's notes, just because I want people to read mine, so I read theirs.  But I can't remember now.  Hope you're better!  My wrist sucks, but it doesn't hurt as much.  Thanks and I shall.  You had better update soon too!!!!!!!!!!!

Arizosa:  Alrighty, I'm dizzy my head hurts so much.  Thought you might want to know that.  Well, glad to know you still hate Vernon.  Next chapter will be about him getting screwed over, big time.  It's pretty bad, I think.  So you'll probably enjoy what I do to the jerk.  I don't know, it just kind of came to me.  Talking mirrors are nifty.  I'm not that crazy.  I thought it looked cute in my mind.  Like a little dog or something!!!!!!!!!!!  Good to be peachy!!!!!  Thanks! And review!

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MY HEAD HURTS, IT HURTS VERY BADLY!  SOMEONE SEND ME SOME FREAKIN' ADVIL!  OR EXCEDRIN, THE HEADACHE MEDICINE.  I HATE MEDICINE THOUGH.  I'm just weird.