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Chapter 1.
Dear Harry,
Hope everything is all right at number four. You haven't been saying much in your letters are you all right? I do hope you are. If there is anything you need to talk about you know I'm here, well sort of. Hope to see you very soon.
Hermione
Harry,
Are you ok? We haven't herd from you in forever. Everyone is getting worried. Remember were coming to get you tomorrow. We'll be there at about 2:00. Hope everything is ok.
Ron
Harry sat on his sad rickety little bed, and starred red eyed at the letters his two dearest fiends had sent him. It felt like years since he had last seen them. His stomach burned with the effort it was taking him not to cry. If only they knew. He thought to himself. If only they could see him now. Harry turned and looked into the mirror in his open wardrobe, and winced at his own reflection.
He was skinner than ever, his skin was tight around his face and pale so pale he almost blended in with his bed sheets, but that was only the beginning. Ever since Harry had come back to number four privet drive his uncle had made it his first priority to hurt Harry in any way possible. At first this only meant lots of chores and the minimum amount of food necessary for Harry to maintain life. But as this didn't seem to bother his nephew all that much, Vernon looked to another method of Harry hurting.
First he took Hedwig so Harry couldn't tell any of his friends that he was unhappy, and began typing letters for him informing his guard that Vernon had given him an old typewriter and than he was fine. Just in case he never wrote too much, with the fear of saying something to cause suspicion. Every time Vernon saw an owl fly into Harry's window he would have the letter off him before Harry could even really read it.
But soon this wasn't enough for Vernon; it wasn't as satisfying as when he had first stolen Hedwig. He grew more and more restless and one day in a drunken rage, after a particularly long night at the pub. Harry's uncle did what he had been threatening to do since he found Harry one the doorstep of his house 15 years ago and not only over stepped the line between neglect and child abuse he stopped and took a shit on it.
And now the boy who lived sat in his room staring at his withered and beaten reflection. He was covered in everything from burns to cuts to bruises, only his hollow sunken face was left untouched. Not out of mercy but for the simple reason that Vernon had no way to cover any facial injuries Harry obtained.
But it was night now there was no way for Harry's uncle to find out he had these two letters. He read them over and over searching his friends' words of comfort for the will to keep for throwing himself out the window. He would be leaving tomorrow, if he lived that long. He willed himself to believe everything would be ok, but somehow even tomorrow seem impossibly far away. The night grew cold and Harry lay down in his bed, curled up underneath his thin sheets shivering, and still clutching his best friends letters he fell into an uneasy sleep....
Harry was walking in a forest of some kind. It was night, yet the forest was alive with sound. He was looking for something, something he'd lost. The noises in the woods around him were growing louder, and nearer he began to run but the noises kept growing and growing till he felt as though whoever was making them must be right behind him when all of a sudden they stopped.
The forest was silent and the came the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Singing, he couldn't make out what the voice was singing but he didn't care he followed it to the edge of a clear blue lake the world was so bright here and there on the other side of the lake sat a girl dressed all in white she had her hood up and it came down over her eyes but he could still see her shinny red lips and smooth tan face, long golden ribbons of hair flood down either side of her face. He felt he new her somehow. He stepped closer to the lake to try and get a better look at her but she stopped singing, looked up and with a rush of horror Harry starred into two large blood red eyes. "Harry Potter!" the girl hissed, "wake up you lazy boy!".
Harry's eyes burst open and looked up at his uncle who was giving him a death stare to end all death stares. He held up Ron and Hermione's letters "I'll just take these." He said airily. He read over both the letters and smiled at Harry "well boy, its time we had a little chat what do you say?"
Harry just starred at Vernon.
"Good, good I'm glad you agree," he was so happy it was making Harry feel sick. "Now, your friends are coming to pick you up at 2:00. I want you showered and dressed by one and if you tell anyone about my disciplinary tactics...you'll be a sorry little freak."
Harry did as he was told and began to get up from his bed, pain shot threw his chest and his ankle and he bit his lip to suppress the groan of pain fighting to escape his throat and he stumbled into the bathroom.
In his heart he knew once he left privet drive there was nothing to stop him from telling everyone what his uncle had done, but something stopped him the idea of standing there telling them everything, of everyone giving him those pitying stares was just to much for him to bare, but most of all he was ashamed that he couldn't stand up to his own uncle. The daily profit would have a field day if they found out never mind which weekly...
After his shower Harry dress in a bright green sweater and a pair of black jeans, packed all his stuff into his trunk and sat back down on the bed to tired to even attempt to calm his hair. From the other side of the room Hedwig hooted softly in her cage on the dresser, "Hedwig" Harry let himself fall back onto his bed it was very painful to lie that way but he was too tired to move.
At some point he must have fallen asleep because the next time he opened his eyes Ron was sitting on the bed next to him, accompanied by the twins who were attempting to sick something into Harry's nose.
"Gerroff stupid git " Harry mumbled swiping Fred's hand away and sliding off the bed.
Ron, Fred, George and to Harry's surprise Lupin laughed, "having a nap Harry?" Ron smirked.
"Well, I was." Harry smiled climbing carefully to his feet and clenching his teeth as to keep his ankle from giving out beneath him. "Till you filthy buggers stuck that thing up my nose. "Everyone laughed again."
"Good to see ya mate" Ron clapped Harry on the back and Harry had to hold his breath. Why was he putting him self through this? Why was he keeping it all a secret? He straitened up and prepared himself for the confession only to find that he couldn't bring himself to say it. So instead he pulled his face into a smile and said in a forcefully hearty voice "its good to see you to Ron."
"Come on you lot!" came the voice of Mr. Weasley from outside.
Fred and George picked up Harry's trunk and Ron Grabbed Hedwig off the dresser, and they all headed down the stairs Harry tried to get everyone to walk in front of him but Lupin insisted that Harry go first. He tried hard to look normal but it was near impossible and in the corner of his eye he could see Lupin giving him curios looks "Harry" he whispered when the reached the landing "are you all right?"
Harry hesitated before responding, "I'm fine, why?" He tried to look innocent but in a way that only made him look even guiltier.
"No reason" Lupin smiled at Harry "but you would tell me if something was wrong wouldn't you?"
Yet again Harry hesitated "of coarse I would" he felt like a snake, lying to his friends, a filthy rat-eating snake.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley pulled Harry into a tight hug, which despite his effort made him grind his teen and clench his fists. "Oh, look at you your so pale! Have you been eating? Are you ill? Here look at me, Harry dear..." she pulled up his chin and looked into his faded old green eyes that once shone so brightly now seemed so hollow. Everyone went quiet, and though he was smiling the biggest smile he could muster Harry new it didn't reach his eyes.
"Come on Harry hon... lets get you out of here" and with that she ushered him into the large ministry company car in the driveway.
. . .
The drive to the burrow was...interesting. Fred and George made it their responsibility to annoy the driver to the point were he rolled Fred's nose up in his little driver window, Mrs. Weasley kept forgetting the way back to the burrow, Lupin kept sticking his head out the car window and Ron kept yanking him back in mumbling things like "stupid git", "your not a wolf right now" and "your going to get yourself killed, you are" Altogether Harry was so happy to be back with his friends, for a while he for got about everything that had been bothering him since he had first climbed into the Dursley's car at the beginning of the summer. All that is except the serious lack of Serious in the car.
The rest of the evening at the Burrow was relaxed, Ron told Harry all about how he visited Charlie in Romania all by himself over a game of wizards chess, Mrs. Weasley did a lot of cooking, stopping every few minutes to feel Harry's forehead or ask him if he needed anything, the twins disappeared of to their new store in Diagon Alley, and Lupin sat and gave Harry hints on how to beat Ron, every once in a while slipping in a question about his summer." Go for his knight Harry, and you'll be really close to the king, just watch out for the bishop on A2, so anything interesting happen this summer? Were the Dursley's any better?"
"Queen to C4, yes!... they were alright...but if anything interesting happened there I wouldn't dread my summer so much would I?" Harry answered as his queen pummeled Ron's knight.
Lupin laughed "no, I suppose your ri-" Harry didn't here the rest of what Lupin said because just then a loud crack, in the kitchen and the sound of Mrs. Weasly's exasperated yelling signaled the return of the twins.
"Fred! George! Where in the name of Merlin did you get those? Get off the table or I'll bash your brains in! Honestly can't you just apperate outside and use the door like everyone else?" she bellowed.
"Well mum that's a whole 10 extra feet we'd have to walk" George replied walking into the living room with a huge pile of fireworks, Fred not fare behind holding an equally large bundle and mouthing a crude impression of what Harry could only guess was Mrs. Weasley.
"What are those for?" Ron asked while sending his bishop after Harry's queen.
"Well" Fred began "their new and we need to test them out."
"So we decided to use Harry coming over as an excuse to set a couple off after dinner." George finished. Harry blushed.
Fred smiled "Which judging by the aroma in the kitchen should be..."
George looked at his watch "right about...now."
"Boys dinner!" called Mrs. Weasley right after George's prediction "Ron go get Ginny from the garden."
. . .
Dinner as usual was wonderful, Corn beef hash, roasted potatoes, juicy sausage and creamy gravy along with pumpkin juice and butter beer. Mr. Weasley showed up half way threw dinner and Tonks literally dropped in just before dessert, which was lemon-merang pie. The food looked and smelled delicious, but some how just looking t it made Harry feel sick. He ate a potato and nibbled at some sausage, everyone kept sneaking worried glances at him and Mrs. Weasley kept insisting he eat something.
His stomach was burning, and so were his ribs "I...er...don't feel well...I'm going to go have a lie down." He said finally feeling that he could no longer keep a strait face. "Alright Harry dear if you need anything just shout." She gave him a worried look. "Er...ok...thanks." He stood up and left the table, trying not to hobble.
"Oie, Harry, What happen?" Fred said just before Harry reached the living room door. "I just don't feel well" Harry replied.
"Oh I know that...but why are you bleeding?" at that everyone at the table went quiet and turn to look at Harry, who looked down to see a large dark red stain just bellow his bottom left rib.
I know I know another abused Harry storey...but that's not what its all about! I have still got a whole story to write you know! And it'll get better just Review then wait and see! You'll love it!!! (I hope) -S.S.M
Chapter 1.
Dear Harry,
Hope everything is all right at number four. You haven't been saying much in your letters are you all right? I do hope you are. If there is anything you need to talk about you know I'm here, well sort of. Hope to see you very soon.
Hermione
Harry,
Are you ok? We haven't herd from you in forever. Everyone is getting worried. Remember were coming to get you tomorrow. We'll be there at about 2:00. Hope everything is ok.
Ron
Harry sat on his sad rickety little bed, and starred red eyed at the letters his two dearest fiends had sent him. It felt like years since he had last seen them. His stomach burned with the effort it was taking him not to cry. If only they knew. He thought to himself. If only they could see him now. Harry turned and looked into the mirror in his open wardrobe, and winced at his own reflection.
He was skinner than ever, his skin was tight around his face and pale so pale he almost blended in with his bed sheets, but that was only the beginning. Ever since Harry had come back to number four privet drive his uncle had made it his first priority to hurt Harry in any way possible. At first this only meant lots of chores and the minimum amount of food necessary for Harry to maintain life. But as this didn't seem to bother his nephew all that much, Vernon looked to another method of Harry hurting.
First he took Hedwig so Harry couldn't tell any of his friends that he was unhappy, and began typing letters for him informing his guard that Vernon had given him an old typewriter and than he was fine. Just in case he never wrote too much, with the fear of saying something to cause suspicion. Every time Vernon saw an owl fly into Harry's window he would have the letter off him before Harry could even really read it.
But soon this wasn't enough for Vernon; it wasn't as satisfying as when he had first stolen Hedwig. He grew more and more restless and one day in a drunken rage, after a particularly long night at the pub. Harry's uncle did what he had been threatening to do since he found Harry one the doorstep of his house 15 years ago and not only over stepped the line between neglect and child abuse he stopped and took a shit on it.
And now the boy who lived sat in his room staring at his withered and beaten reflection. He was covered in everything from burns to cuts to bruises, only his hollow sunken face was left untouched. Not out of mercy but for the simple reason that Vernon had no way to cover any facial injuries Harry obtained.
But it was night now there was no way for Harry's uncle to find out he had these two letters. He read them over and over searching his friends' words of comfort for the will to keep for throwing himself out the window. He would be leaving tomorrow, if he lived that long. He willed himself to believe everything would be ok, but somehow even tomorrow seem impossibly far away. The night grew cold and Harry lay down in his bed, curled up underneath his thin sheets shivering, and still clutching his best friends letters he fell into an uneasy sleep....
Harry was walking in a forest of some kind. It was night, yet the forest was alive with sound. He was looking for something, something he'd lost. The noises in the woods around him were growing louder, and nearer he began to run but the noises kept growing and growing till he felt as though whoever was making them must be right behind him when all of a sudden they stopped.
The forest was silent and the came the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Singing, he couldn't make out what the voice was singing but he didn't care he followed it to the edge of a clear blue lake the world was so bright here and there on the other side of the lake sat a girl dressed all in white she had her hood up and it came down over her eyes but he could still see her shinny red lips and smooth tan face, long golden ribbons of hair flood down either side of her face. He felt he new her somehow. He stepped closer to the lake to try and get a better look at her but she stopped singing, looked up and with a rush of horror Harry starred into two large blood red eyes. "Harry Potter!" the girl hissed, "wake up you lazy boy!".
Harry's eyes burst open and looked up at his uncle who was giving him a death stare to end all death stares. He held up Ron and Hermione's letters "I'll just take these." He said airily. He read over both the letters and smiled at Harry "well boy, its time we had a little chat what do you say?"
Harry just starred at Vernon.
"Good, good I'm glad you agree," he was so happy it was making Harry feel sick. "Now, your friends are coming to pick you up at 2:00. I want you showered and dressed by one and if you tell anyone about my disciplinary tactics...you'll be a sorry little freak."
Harry did as he was told and began to get up from his bed, pain shot threw his chest and his ankle and he bit his lip to suppress the groan of pain fighting to escape his throat and he stumbled into the bathroom.
In his heart he knew once he left privet drive there was nothing to stop him from telling everyone what his uncle had done, but something stopped him the idea of standing there telling them everything, of everyone giving him those pitying stares was just to much for him to bare, but most of all he was ashamed that he couldn't stand up to his own uncle. The daily profit would have a field day if they found out never mind which weekly...
After his shower Harry dress in a bright green sweater and a pair of black jeans, packed all his stuff into his trunk and sat back down on the bed to tired to even attempt to calm his hair. From the other side of the room Hedwig hooted softly in her cage on the dresser, "Hedwig" Harry let himself fall back onto his bed it was very painful to lie that way but he was too tired to move.
At some point he must have fallen asleep because the next time he opened his eyes Ron was sitting on the bed next to him, accompanied by the twins who were attempting to sick something into Harry's nose.
"Gerroff stupid git " Harry mumbled swiping Fred's hand away and sliding off the bed.
Ron, Fred, George and to Harry's surprise Lupin laughed, "having a nap Harry?" Ron smirked.
"Well, I was." Harry smiled climbing carefully to his feet and clenching his teeth as to keep his ankle from giving out beneath him. "Till you filthy buggers stuck that thing up my nose. "Everyone laughed again."
"Good to see ya mate" Ron clapped Harry on the back and Harry had to hold his breath. Why was he putting him self through this? Why was he keeping it all a secret? He straitened up and prepared himself for the confession only to find that he couldn't bring himself to say it. So instead he pulled his face into a smile and said in a forcefully hearty voice "its good to see you to Ron."
"Come on you lot!" came the voice of Mr. Weasley from outside.
Fred and George picked up Harry's trunk and Ron Grabbed Hedwig off the dresser, and they all headed down the stairs Harry tried to get everyone to walk in front of him but Lupin insisted that Harry go first. He tried hard to look normal but it was near impossible and in the corner of his eye he could see Lupin giving him curios looks "Harry" he whispered when the reached the landing "are you all right?"
Harry hesitated before responding, "I'm fine, why?" He tried to look innocent but in a way that only made him look even guiltier.
"No reason" Lupin smiled at Harry "but you would tell me if something was wrong wouldn't you?"
Yet again Harry hesitated "of coarse I would" he felt like a snake, lying to his friends, a filthy rat-eating snake.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley pulled Harry into a tight hug, which despite his effort made him grind his teen and clench his fists. "Oh, look at you your so pale! Have you been eating? Are you ill? Here look at me, Harry dear..." she pulled up his chin and looked into his faded old green eyes that once shone so brightly now seemed so hollow. Everyone went quiet, and though he was smiling the biggest smile he could muster Harry new it didn't reach his eyes.
"Come on Harry hon... lets get you out of here" and with that she ushered him into the large ministry company car in the driveway.
. . .
The drive to the burrow was...interesting. Fred and George made it their responsibility to annoy the driver to the point were he rolled Fred's nose up in his little driver window, Mrs. Weasley kept forgetting the way back to the burrow, Lupin kept sticking his head out the car window and Ron kept yanking him back in mumbling things like "stupid git", "your not a wolf right now" and "your going to get yourself killed, you are" Altogether Harry was so happy to be back with his friends, for a while he for got about everything that had been bothering him since he had first climbed into the Dursley's car at the beginning of the summer. All that is except the serious lack of Serious in the car.
The rest of the evening at the Burrow was relaxed, Ron told Harry all about how he visited Charlie in Romania all by himself over a game of wizards chess, Mrs. Weasley did a lot of cooking, stopping every few minutes to feel Harry's forehead or ask him if he needed anything, the twins disappeared of to their new store in Diagon Alley, and Lupin sat and gave Harry hints on how to beat Ron, every once in a while slipping in a question about his summer." Go for his knight Harry, and you'll be really close to the king, just watch out for the bishop on A2, so anything interesting happen this summer? Were the Dursley's any better?"
"Queen to C4, yes!... they were alright...but if anything interesting happened there I wouldn't dread my summer so much would I?" Harry answered as his queen pummeled Ron's knight.
Lupin laughed "no, I suppose your ri-" Harry didn't here the rest of what Lupin said because just then a loud crack, in the kitchen and the sound of Mrs. Weasly's exasperated yelling signaled the return of the twins.
"Fred! George! Where in the name of Merlin did you get those? Get off the table or I'll bash your brains in! Honestly can't you just apperate outside and use the door like everyone else?" she bellowed.
"Well mum that's a whole 10 extra feet we'd have to walk" George replied walking into the living room with a huge pile of fireworks, Fred not fare behind holding an equally large bundle and mouthing a crude impression of what Harry could only guess was Mrs. Weasley.
"What are those for?" Ron asked while sending his bishop after Harry's queen.
"Well" Fred began "their new and we need to test them out."
"So we decided to use Harry coming over as an excuse to set a couple off after dinner." George finished. Harry blushed.
Fred smiled "Which judging by the aroma in the kitchen should be..."
George looked at his watch "right about...now."
"Boys dinner!" called Mrs. Weasley right after George's prediction "Ron go get Ginny from the garden."
. . .
Dinner as usual was wonderful, Corn beef hash, roasted potatoes, juicy sausage and creamy gravy along with pumpkin juice and butter beer. Mr. Weasley showed up half way threw dinner and Tonks literally dropped in just before dessert, which was lemon-merang pie. The food looked and smelled delicious, but some how just looking t it made Harry feel sick. He ate a potato and nibbled at some sausage, everyone kept sneaking worried glances at him and Mrs. Weasley kept insisting he eat something.
His stomach was burning, and so were his ribs "I...er...don't feel well...I'm going to go have a lie down." He said finally feeling that he could no longer keep a strait face. "Alright Harry dear if you need anything just shout." She gave him a worried look. "Er...ok...thanks." He stood up and left the table, trying not to hobble.
"Oie, Harry, What happen?" Fred said just before Harry reached the living room door. "I just don't feel well" Harry replied.
"Oh I know that...but why are you bleeding?" at that everyone at the table went quiet and turn to look at Harry, who looked down to see a large dark red stain just bellow his bottom left rib.
I know I know another abused Harry storey...but that's not what its all about! I have still got a whole story to write you know! And it'll get better just Review then wait and see! You'll love it!!! (I hope) -S.S.M