When Harry awoke he had no idea where he was. But then he remembered coming to the park and getting beaten up by Dudley and passing out. When Harry realized that he was still lying on the ground he quickly stood up but his legs gave out and he toppled to the ground, almost rolling over something.

Harry looked to see what he had almost squished and noticed it was Hedwig. Oh no! I need to get her help. I need to get to the Dursley's! Harry thought, panicking. He must have been out here for at least two hours.

Harry tried to stand up now, though he did it slower this time. After successively standing, Harry bent over to grab Hedwig and his ribs ached with pain. He snatched her up quickly and made his way to the Dursley's.

It was hard to tell where he was going because it was pitch black. For some odd reason the street lamps had turned off. Not even the moon or the stars could help him, for they were hidden above large, dark, puffy clouds. If it could get any worse, it did. It started to rain. And not just a light rain, it started pouring within seconds of it beginning.

Harry was soaked in minutes and was shivering from head to toe. It felt as though hundreds of needles were stabbing into him every time he took a step. Harry was trying with all of his might not to pass out again.

The sound of footsteps echoed softly behind him. He turned around so quickly that he almost fell over. The pain in his ribs doubled. It seemed that Harry had broken a few ribs. He saw nothing, not that he could see anything in the first place, because of the darkness. Harry turned back around and kept walking, hoping he was going the right way.

Five minutes had past and Harry was exhausted. He felt a soft pang in his scar, but thought nothing of it.

He turned a corner, which he assumed was the right one, and kept walking. After ten minutes Harry had to take a break. His breathing was heavy and small beads of sweat rolled off of his forehead and onto the street. He sat down on the curb of the sidewalk. The small prickle in his scar was beginning to increase. Harry shook his head, as though hoping the pain would shake away, but the shaking had only made it worse.

"I'm sorry Hedwig." Harry said quietly, stroking her. "I'm trying my best. Just hang in there."

Harry had gotten up from the curb and began walking once again.

"Harry...."

He turned around. Nobody was there. Harry was definite he heard it though. A soft, hissing voice had seemed to be exactly behind him, whispering right into his left ear. Harry raised his left hand and offhandedly waved it around his ear.

He kept walking, but his pace quickened. The hundreds of needles he felt before became thousands. His legs almost gave away within two minutes, but he noticed something. He turned his head to the right, and smiled with relief. Finally he had made it to the Dursley's.

He walked up to the front door and turned the knob while pushing on the door. The door did not open. Harry tried again. It still did not open. They locked it! Harry though angrily. Even though they knew I was still outside!

Harry took a chance and knocked quietly on the door.

He heard thundering steps, and a minute later the door opened. Vernon Dursley was standing there, looking furiously at Harry.

"What do you want?!" Uncle Vernon asked in a deadly whisper.

"Well, you know. . . since I live here and all, I wanted to come in." Harry explained loudly, rolling his eyes.

"Oh no you aren't! You bloody well aren't stepping foot in this house!" Uncle Vernon replied, blocking then entrance, as a smug look appeared on his face.

"Hmm. . . I guess you're right. I will just go over to the neighbors house and see if I can stay there." Harry said, turning to walk away.

"Wait! You wouldn't dare." Vernon said, his face turning into to horror at the thought of Harry walking up to the neighbors house and ringing their doorbell in the middle of the night.

"Oh yes I would." Harry said.

"No- wait! Get in this house!" Uncle Vernon ordered.

And with a satisfied grin, Harry ran into the house, up the stairs, and into his room, shutting the door behind him. He set Hedwig onto his bed and walked quickly out of the room to get a warm, wet rag to clean her off. He returned a few minute later with a bowl full of warm water and a rag.

He walked over to his bed and set the bowl on the floor, where he knelt down on the floor- trying not to let out a scream. His scar had suddenly felt like it was on fire. Both of his hands quickly went to his forehead and he pressed on his scar with his palms.

The pain slowly faded and Harry felt that he could now take his hands away from his forehead. He went to his trunk and pulled out one of his old shirts. He grabbed Hedwig and set her on the floor next to him. He took the rag and dipped it in the warm water and dabbed it softly on Hedwig, cleaning the blood off her.

Once she was all cleaned Harry tried to find where the wound was. He located it just behind one of Hedwig's wings. New blood was just starting to appear there. Harry cleaned it off and ripped off a piece from his old shirt. After wrapping it around her, Harry was satisfied with what he had done.

Hedwig had opened her eyes and gave a quiet little hoot to show Harry that she was going to be ok. He smiled and petted her softly, glad that she was going to be just fine.

Harry awoke the next day feeling as though he had been trampled on by a heard of hippogriffs. His sides were sore and bruised. His stomach ached dully, and a bruise, along with a large gash covered most of his cheek. Above one of his eyes there was a bruise. When he stood up his legs were sore and it felt like he had twisted one of his ankles.

He saw that Hedwig was perched on her cage, staring at him with her large, round eyes.

A few minutes later Aunt Petunia came by and started pounding on his door.

"Wake up you lazy boy! I already let you sleep in for ten minutes, get out here now!" she shrieked.

Harry changed out of his clothes from yesterday and put on some clean ones. He walked down the stairs and made his way to the kitchen.

"Boy, hurry up and make my breakfast!" Uncle Vernon said, sitting at the table.

Harry went over to the counter, where all the things were set out for him to make breakfast.

"Did hear the news about the mysterious attacks that have been going on lately, Petunia?" Harry heard Uncle Vernon say.

"No I haven't dear. What have they been saying?" Aunt Petunia asked.

"Well, they say that these attacks are happening because one of the inmates at the local prison has escaped."

"Oh, that's terrible!" Aunt Petunia sadly.

"Yes, but it wouldn't be this way if the damn employees would learn how to run the place." said Uncle Vernon, dissatisfied.

Harry tried to keep back his laughter. Someone escaping from prison and attacking all those muggles? Yeah right. Harry wanted to shout it out and say that Lord Voldemort was the one attacking them, but he knew that the Dursley's would probably have a heart attack. They despised anything to do with magic. He hid his laughter with a series of coughs.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looked over at Harry.

"Boy, you better not be coughing on my food!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.

They went back to their conversation and Harry finished cooking.

Before Uncle Vernon left for work, Harry was given a list of chores:

Dust
Do the Laundry
Wash the dishes
Vacuum Upstairs
Vacuum Downstairs
Mow the Lawn
Paint the Fence...

The list went on and on. He sighed and went to get the duster. Today was going to be a long day.

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