A/N I'm sorry if this story takes a long time to review some times because truthfully I'm making it up as I go .. I have ideas for what I'm going to do with this story but I'm just going to warn you.

Disclaimer I should have done this in the first chappy but I forgot so I'm gonna do it now. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling which you can tell because I'm not a rich little person.

CHAPTER 3

A few blocks away from Private Drive was Pine Tree Park, trees surrounded it on all ends, and right in the middle was a small playground were the neighborhood children would normally play.

On top of an old tunnel Harry Potter sat.

He had finally finished all of his chores and he had to get out of that house. So right after he had washed the dishes, after dinner, he waited until his family had fallen asleep. Once he heard their snores he snuck out.

He like to do this lately, he found comfort in the darkness to him it brought about inner peace. Normally he'd walk around the park or sometimes, like tonight he would stop and just watch the night sky.

Here at this time no one could find him or bother him.

All around were asleep, people like Dudley's gang were all laying in their beds with their little night lights on. No one could disturb him.

Earlier he had finished his chores on time, but his uncle seeming to want to yell at someone, started at him about how he hadn't finished everything. Harry had, had enough and for once in his life talked back because he wasn't going to take this anymore.

His uncle was just as surprised that he had talked back as Harry was (even though he didn't show it.) Vernon looked like he was about to hit him. But then something held him back.

Harry saw something cross in his eyes, and he drew back his hand and walked away. Harry stood in place for a while and watched his retreating back. But Harry still couldn't shake the feeling of dread that he had felt since he awoke this morning. He knew something was going to happen. He didn't know what but he could still sense something was going to happen.

Harry had thought about owling Sirius but he didn't want to bother him, with him being on the run and all.

And Dumbledoor was deafeningly out of the question, all he thought Harry was, was a tool. Nothing more all he was need for was to destroy Voldemort then be tossed aside. Well fuck him was all that Harry thought.

Harry with his eyes still glued on the night sky took a cigarette out of his old patch duster.

He knew how bad smoking was for his health but to him in all ways seemed to help matters. Taking out his lighter which he snatched from Dudley (A/N were just gonna pretend that Dudley's a little drug hype here even though he's not in the story much.) And he then lit up.

As he inhaled the tobacco he thought of all his problems in his short life. But as soon as he blew out the smoke he felt himself release. God, he thought this felt really good.

Hell, he thought, if only his professors could see him now – out of the house which they confined him to, and on top of that smoking. Well, he thought bitterly at least they don't know all my secrets.

Sliding off the tunnel on to the ground, he flicked his cigarette down to the ground and crushed it with Dudley's old commando boots. (full of holes mind you.)

Suddenly out in the distance he heard someone walking down the street. Once he got a closer look at who it was exactly he saw it was Mitchell Averson. He knew him when he still had gone to muggle school. He was the goth kid there he had almost every part of his body pierced. With spikes and chains everywhere, and he wore nothing but black.

This is my december

This is my time of the year

This is my december

This is all so clear

This is my december

This is my snow covered home

This is my december

This is me alone

Harry stopped thinking and listened, Mitch seemed to have started singing. Man he thought Mitch was good. He kept singing as he was walking.

And i

Just wish that I didnt feel

Like there was something I missed

And i

Take back all the things I said

To make you feel like that

And i

Just wish that I didnt feel

Like there was something I missed

And i

Take back all the things I said to you

And I give it all away

Just to have somewhere to go to

Give it all away

To have someone to come home to

This is my december

These are my snow covered dreams

This is me pretending

This is all I need

And i

Just wish that I didnt feel

Like there was something I missed

And i

Take back all the things I said

To make you feel like that

And i

Just wish that I didnt feel

Like there was something I missed

And i

Take back all the things I said to you

And I give it all away

Just to have somewhere to go to

Give it all away

To have someone to come home to

This is my december

This is my time of the year

This is my december

This is all so clear

And I give it all away

Just to have somewhere to go to

Give it all away

To have someone to come home to

(A/N yeah I know I have a weird thing for linkin park but that's too bad I love those guys. And it really fits in the story so there gives raspberry)

Harry was surprised, he like the song but it was the way he sung it that really scared him. This kid was really far down Harry told him self that he would never fall that far down.

But, he thought suddenly, am I already that far down. Slowly and still thinking he walked down the street finally reaching Private Drive.

He was broken out of his thoughts by a loud scream. Using is fast reflexes he whipped it out from inside his duster and looked up at the place he unfortunately called home.

Well, he thought sadly, he couldn't any more. He looked sullenly at #4 it was entirely on fire and above the roof sat something which brought dread across Harry's soul.

The Dark Mark.

Suddenly he thought back to that tightened feeling of dread and realized what it was for.

A/N yep I no a cliffy well kinda but people are always doing that to me so I thought what the hell. So please read and review. Yeah and flamers welcomed .