This is my most recent story. It takes place in Harry's point-of-view. This is the summer before his 2nd year. It's in August so he already is 12.

His parents are both alive, they never died. He still has the scar because a friend was baby-sitting Harry at the time of the attack and Lily's friend was killed. Harry has a little brother, Seth who is 10. Then Skyler, he is 7 and then Dakota she is 4. Enjoy ___________________________________________

I didn't know what to do. My life was taking a wrong turn. Everything had been going well... until one day I was walking home from the local skatepark when it... happened.

Who should I go to for help? I thought the only things I had to worry about were magic related. But now this happened. A complete stranger. A MUGGLE even!

I was embarrassed, ashamed of myself. All I wanted to do was go home a take a long shower to wash off all the germs I felt covering my body.

When I got home, though, Sirius was over. Go figure. He practically lived with us. Even though he had a wife and a kid of his own. He and my dad had a good bond.

"Hey Harry! Learn that 360 yet?" Sirius asked, tugging on my arm.

I shook my head and laid my board down on the floor. I was semi relieved to be home and out of the hot, August heat.

I walked over to the kitchen to get a big glass of ice water. But when I tried swallowing it I choked and gagged it up over the sink.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Dad asked, coming over and setting his cool hand on my back.

I shook him off, "I'm fine!"

He gave me a strange look and glanced over at Sirius.

"Maybe you just got too hot, maybe you should lie down for awhile with something cold on your head," He suggested.

"I said I was fine!" and I left the kitchen and ran down to my room on the lower level of our 3-story house.

I sat in my room for who knows how long. I was so tired I could have fallen asleep right from the moment I laid down, but I wouldn't let myself. I was too afraid. Sad to admit but I was.

I couldn't live in fear for the rest of my life. But I couldn't tell anybody or Mark would kill me.

I never in my life had seen Mark up until this afternoon. He was a sick middle-aged man that lived alone. He followed me ever since I got back from Hogwarts but I never thought much of him.

Until around noon today.

I was alone at the skatepark. I knew a few other guys that were muggles but they weren't home, or able to go skateboard with me. So, I went alone.

The navy van sat in the parking lot for a half hour, the man named Mark watched me the whole time. After a 1/2 hour I was getting nervous so was going to head home. But I had to go through the parking lot for that.

He got me. He pried me into the back of the van and tied me down. He duckedtaped my eyes and he forced my hands up over my head and into hand- cuffs.

"NO! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I had screamed. But to no avail. I was trapped. I thought I was a goner.

"Make one more sound and I kill you," Mark threatened.

I never did see his face. I didn't even know his name was Mark. He told me that, but he also told me it wasn't his real name.

"You won't be able to do anything about it, I've planned it all out." Mark had said into my face. Then he started taking my clothes off slowly...

"Harry?" my thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door. A minute later my kid brother, Seth, appeared there.

His dark, short brown hair was dripping wet and his blue eyes glistened. He was only in his swimming trunks and water was rolling off him.

"WHAT?!" I hollared. He looked taken aback. I normally was good to him. We had a pretty good relationship for being brothers.

"Mum wants you. Jeez, you're crabby." Seth said before he turned and dashed from my door-frame.

"Great, just great!" I thought angrily. I got up off my bed and started back up to the main level. "What do you want?" I said rudely. My mom looked at me in shock.

"Don't talk to your mother like that young man. Apologize right now," Dad said from the living room couch.

"No, I can freaken talk however I like!" I said. I knew I had pushed it. My dad was strick when it came to respect.

He got up and walked over to me, he left only a foot between us.

"What'd you say?" He asked.

"You know what I said," I said and looked over at my mother.

She had her arms crossed and they both looked mad.

"Sit down, now." Dad said and pointed to the extra chair that was up against the wall.

I obeyed and when I got there I crossed my arms and slid down and I kept my face tight.

"Mum where's Skyler?" Seth asked, coming down the stairs.

"He's next door honey, why don't you go get him. It's almost dinner," Lily said.

"What's for dinner?" Seth asked.

"Um, we'er going to order out," Mum said. Seth looked happy at that.

"Really!? Pizza?!" He shouted.

"Yeah, maybe. Could you go get your little brother?" Mom asked. Seth swept from the house without a second word.

Then, Dad turned to me. He leaned back against the table and crossed his arms.

"What?" I said. A smile spread across his face.

"I don't know where you think you get off talking to me or your Mum like this Harry, explain please," Dad said. I looked up at him and my cheeks burned with rage.

"I don't have to freaking tell you anything! Just go away!" I screamed and got up and started running from the room.

Dad grabbed my arms in a tight grip. And it took me by such a surprise I jumped.

"What?! What is it? What happened!? You leave the house happy as can be but now you are being a little brat! What's the matter with you?" Dad asked and he let go of my arm and gripped the back of my shirt.

That scared me for some reason. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but I felt invaded and screamed. He let go of me like a hot iron but he saw my lower back. It has some marks on it. They pretty much ended at my underwear line but I guess they went up far enough for him to see.

"What the...? Honey? What happened?" Dad asked, my mum came over and tried to pull up my shirt. But like I said, they pretty much ended at my pants line and my back was pretty much fine.

"I'm FINE! GET OFF!" I screamed and got them off me.

Running down to my room didn't do me no good. My parents followed me, and I couldn't keep two grown wizards out of my room.

"Harry, what is going on? What happened to you?" Dad asked.

I was crying by then and couldn't stop myself too well. It was nerving.

"Who did that to you sweetie?" Mum asked, she came over and put her soft hand on my face.

My face screwed up as I tried to hold in my pain. I let out a sob and tried to turn from my parents but they wouldn't let me.

"Come on homey, what happened?" Dad asked calmly. I looked him in the eye. His face showed all concern, same with my mom's. But I couldn't tell them. I just couldn't.

After what seemed like ages in silence my dad took the bottom of my shirt and tried to pull it up.

"It's not on your back, is it... on your butt?" He asked kindly. I knew they were worried. I would of been too. But there was no way I would take my pants off, or show them anything.

I felt my face turn red and a single tear rolled down my cheek.

"Will you show us sweetie?" Mum asked daringly.

I felt all my "cool" leave and I felt like the stupidest person on earth.

"You don't have to be afraid," Dad said encouragingly.

Mom nodded her agreement and rested her hand on my knee.

I was sitting on the side of my bed and both of them were crouched down in front of me.

"How about, I leave and you can tell Dad. Maybe show him?" Mum suggested.

They didn't even wait for me to answer before my mom left and shut the door behind her.

Then it was just me and my father. I felt the tension build.

"I know you're probably going to hate me, but Harry if you don't show me, or at least tell me, I will have to do it the hard way," Dad said after a few minutes.

I didn't say anything and kept my face down.

"Because, if it is what I think it is. Then you need help, and whoever did it will get what they deserve. Was it a muggle?" Dad asked, his voice was very kind and I only remember him talking like this when me or one of my siblings was scared or hurt.

I didn't want him to use magic to get it out of me, so I opened my mouth to speak.

"Y-yeah," I said, I took a deep breath to keep from crying. I had luckily stopped in those long moments of awkwardness.

"It was a muggle?" He asked, to double check he heard right.

"Y-Yes."