I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER; AND I AM NOT MAKING A CENT ON THIS STORY. This
is an AU fiction. I will try to keep people in character, but it is not
going to be perfect.
As Harry Potter watched the retreating backs, of the order of phoenix members, he could not help but thinking this summer might not be so horrible. Harry was brought out of his thoughts by the gruff voice of his uncle acidly whispering, "Grab your stuff boy. We will discus this in the car".
Harry silently pushed the trolley towards the Dursley's auto no longer thinking that this summer was going to be a good summer, but rather a little apprehensive about what was in store for him once he returned to the Dursley's.
The moment the door to the auto closed Uncle Vernon bellowed, "Boy what are those freaks threatening me for? We have put a roof over your head, clothing on your back, and food in your ungrateful mouth. This is how you repay us for our kindness? I will not stand for it."
Harry felt anger swell in his heart as he watched his uncle go purple. Harry bellowed, "You call this kindness. You have never treated me with anything but contempt and hatred! I do not call being hit with your belt for asking for a glass of water love. Nor do I consider all the work you made me do while Dudley sat on his fat arse compassion. Not once did you celebrate my birthday. You lied to me about my parents. You have done nothing but abuse me, I do not accept your treatment of me any longer."
Uncle Vernon smacked Harry hard enough to break his glasses "You listen Here Boy, we did not have to allow you to live in our home and ruin our lives! So, show a little gratitude for our sacrifices. The fact we made you do a couple chores was to develop a sense of responsibility in you."
Harry whispered, "Yes it is your home, and it is my prison." As he wiped blood from where his glasses slashed his check Harry faintly felt as if something rose from his spirit and enter the world. Worried he had done something magical he glanced around for something out of the ordinary. After a couple seconds, nothing out of the normal occurred Harry let out a breath of relief.
Uncle Vernon promised Harry a world of pain when they returned to privet drive and proceeded to start the car and headed back to his house. Vernon's mind was ablaze with what and how he was going to put the freak of a nephew in his place.
As the silent passengers of Vernon's car rolled near Privet Drive, they noticed fire trucks blocking off the street. Aunt Petunia fainted as she recognized why there were fire trucks on Privet drive.
Dudley whimpered, "My telly, what am I am going to do this summer?"
Uncle Vernon once again purple with rage turned in his seat to pin Harry with his eyes "Boy what have you done to our home? Why is there a green skull floating over what is left of my home? I have had it with you, and the freaks you force upon us! Get out this car now! I will not endanger my family anymore with you around us! That old freak can find someone else to baby sit you."
Harry froze as he saw smoke billowing up where number four used to stand. The dark mark sat blazing in the afternoon sky signaling to him who was behind this attack. Harry thought he was safe with his relatives. How did this happen? Harry was brought back to reality when his uncle's hand grasped his neck.
"I told you to get out of this car, and never come near my family again or I will kill you." Uncle Vernon spat.
Harry sneered at his uncle as he removed Vernon's hand from where it was squeezing his throat. "You might want to have aunt Petunia remind you why that old freak had me live with you," snapped Harry as he turned towards the car door. Harry opened the door to the car, and pushed roughly out of the car by Vernon and Dudley. "Boy get your things out of the boot and disappear!"
Harry stared into Vernon's eyes, and was shocked to see an image of Dumbledore giving Uncle Vernon a large stack of pounds. "How much did Dumbledore pay you to allow me to be abused all my life," asked Harry?
Harry scrambled to the back of the car and hoisted his trunk and Hedwig's cage out of the boot as fast as he could. The image of Dumbledore paying Vernon burned in his mind. As soon as he had closed the boot, uncle Vernon sped towards what remained of his house.
Harry sat on his trunk trying to figure out what he should do. Thinking about his possibilities, "I could contact Dumbledore he would know what to do." However, as soon as that thought entered his mind, the thought vanished as he realized he could not trust Dumbledore to act in his best interests. "He has done nothing to warrant my trust towards him. I am a weapon and nothing more. I am sick of being a tool or pawn for Dumbledore." Sighing Harry tried to come up with an alternate plan.
"I wish Sirius was alive. I could go hide with him, but he is dead and I helped kill him." Tears started flowing down Harry's check as the reality of loss sank deeper into his heart. "I can not go to anyone, I would just get them killed like Sirius. I am on my own, I will not put my friends in danger more than I have!"
Memories of the Department of Mysteries flooded his mind and strengthened his resolve. Squaring his shoulders, he dug out his wand and thrust out his hand. With a crack the knight bus came to a stop inches from Harry's feet
As Harry Potter watched the retreating backs, of the order of phoenix members, he could not help but thinking this summer might not be so horrible. Harry was brought out of his thoughts by the gruff voice of his uncle acidly whispering, "Grab your stuff boy. We will discus this in the car".
Harry silently pushed the trolley towards the Dursley's auto no longer thinking that this summer was going to be a good summer, but rather a little apprehensive about what was in store for him once he returned to the Dursley's.
The moment the door to the auto closed Uncle Vernon bellowed, "Boy what are those freaks threatening me for? We have put a roof over your head, clothing on your back, and food in your ungrateful mouth. This is how you repay us for our kindness? I will not stand for it."
Harry felt anger swell in his heart as he watched his uncle go purple. Harry bellowed, "You call this kindness. You have never treated me with anything but contempt and hatred! I do not call being hit with your belt for asking for a glass of water love. Nor do I consider all the work you made me do while Dudley sat on his fat arse compassion. Not once did you celebrate my birthday. You lied to me about my parents. You have done nothing but abuse me, I do not accept your treatment of me any longer."
Uncle Vernon smacked Harry hard enough to break his glasses "You listen Here Boy, we did not have to allow you to live in our home and ruin our lives! So, show a little gratitude for our sacrifices. The fact we made you do a couple chores was to develop a sense of responsibility in you."
Harry whispered, "Yes it is your home, and it is my prison." As he wiped blood from where his glasses slashed his check Harry faintly felt as if something rose from his spirit and enter the world. Worried he had done something magical he glanced around for something out of the ordinary. After a couple seconds, nothing out of the normal occurred Harry let out a breath of relief.
Uncle Vernon promised Harry a world of pain when they returned to privet drive and proceeded to start the car and headed back to his house. Vernon's mind was ablaze with what and how he was going to put the freak of a nephew in his place.
As the silent passengers of Vernon's car rolled near Privet Drive, they noticed fire trucks blocking off the street. Aunt Petunia fainted as she recognized why there were fire trucks on Privet drive.
Dudley whimpered, "My telly, what am I am going to do this summer?"
Uncle Vernon once again purple with rage turned in his seat to pin Harry with his eyes "Boy what have you done to our home? Why is there a green skull floating over what is left of my home? I have had it with you, and the freaks you force upon us! Get out this car now! I will not endanger my family anymore with you around us! That old freak can find someone else to baby sit you."
Harry froze as he saw smoke billowing up where number four used to stand. The dark mark sat blazing in the afternoon sky signaling to him who was behind this attack. Harry thought he was safe with his relatives. How did this happen? Harry was brought back to reality when his uncle's hand grasped his neck.
"I told you to get out of this car, and never come near my family again or I will kill you." Uncle Vernon spat.
Harry sneered at his uncle as he removed Vernon's hand from where it was squeezing his throat. "You might want to have aunt Petunia remind you why that old freak had me live with you," snapped Harry as he turned towards the car door. Harry opened the door to the car, and pushed roughly out of the car by Vernon and Dudley. "Boy get your things out of the boot and disappear!"
Harry stared into Vernon's eyes, and was shocked to see an image of Dumbledore giving Uncle Vernon a large stack of pounds. "How much did Dumbledore pay you to allow me to be abused all my life," asked Harry?
Harry scrambled to the back of the car and hoisted his trunk and Hedwig's cage out of the boot as fast as he could. The image of Dumbledore paying Vernon burned in his mind. As soon as he had closed the boot, uncle Vernon sped towards what remained of his house.
Harry sat on his trunk trying to figure out what he should do. Thinking about his possibilities, "I could contact Dumbledore he would know what to do." However, as soon as that thought entered his mind, the thought vanished as he realized he could not trust Dumbledore to act in his best interests. "He has done nothing to warrant my trust towards him. I am a weapon and nothing more. I am sick of being a tool or pawn for Dumbledore." Sighing Harry tried to come up with an alternate plan.
"I wish Sirius was alive. I could go hide with him, but he is dead and I helped kill him." Tears started flowing down Harry's check as the reality of loss sank deeper into his heart. "I can not go to anyone, I would just get them killed like Sirius. I am on my own, I will not put my friends in danger more than I have!"
Memories of the Department of Mysteries flooded his mind and strengthened his resolve. Squaring his shoulders, he dug out his wand and thrust out his hand. With a crack the knight bus came to a stop inches from Harry's feet