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Prologue

He turned away from Uncle Vernon to survey Harry. "So, Potter... give us a shout if you need us. if we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along...." (AN: Moody speaking to Harry at the end of Order of the Phoenix p. 870)

Harry watched as Uncle Vernon's face slowly changed from fearful of Moody's threat to an evil malicious grin. Harry could see the wheels turning in Uncle Vernon's head and knew, this summer was going to be, if possible, worse than the last one.

By the time they got to the car, Uncle Vernon's evil smirk was firmly in place, and it was starting to un-nerve Harry.

"What is he up to? Surely he's not fool enough to take on Moody!" he thought as he looked at Uncle Vernon. "Then again, maybe he is."

When the car pulled into #4 Privet Drive, the Dursleys ignored Harry and left him to lug his own trunk up to the house. He got to the front door and tried, the Dursleys had locked him out.

"Great, now what?" he muttered.

In a stroke of genius he called out, "Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, let me in, Mrs. Abernathy is looking at me funny."

The door was wrenched open by an angry Uncle Vernon.

"Get in here, Boy." the door snapped shut behind them. "I will not tolerate you spreading your abnormalities all over the neighborhood is that understood?" he asked, spraying spit everywhere.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry said, almost automatically.

"Who was that character at the station?" his Uncle questioned.

"Mad-Eye Moody, and the woman with the pink hair is Tonks, and the other man was Remus Lupin, and old friend of my dad's and my godfather's," Harry informed choking back the lump in his throat.

"And how about that godfather of your's, eh?" his uncle asked scowling.

Harry's face was filled with a sudden sadness at the mention of Sirius.
"Sirius is...is...gone," he managed to stutter out. He couldn't bring himself to say Sirius was dead, the wound was still too raw. After a moment, in which he regained his composure, he looked up and met his uncle's gaze. The grin from the station was back, which couldn't be good.

"Gone, you say!?" Vernon said, failing to hide the glee in his voice.

A blind rage filled Harry. The bastard was glad Sirius was dead! How DARE he! Just as he was about to tell his uncle this, a meaty fist collided with his jaw, leaving Harry dazed and confused.

"What are you doing!?" Harry exclaimed.

"Giving you your cuppence, Boy," his uncle answered while continuing to punch, and now kick, his nephew.

"I'll tell this time. I'll tell the Order," Harry gasped out, his ribs were aching so bad, it was hard to breathe.

"I'm sick of you threatening me and my family with your freaky people," he retorted while continuing to kick Harry hard in the back, as the aforementioned party had curled into a protective ball.

"Besides, how are you going to reach them if you don't have an owl?" he asked, positively gushing with a demented excitement.

"No, he can't kill Hedwig!" Harry thought. Uncle Vernon moved towards Hedwig's cage and was fumbling with the door.

Hedwig started screeching with fear and worry. She was worried about Harry, she had seen the man hurting him. And now the man was approaching her!? Uncle Vernon had unlocked the door when Harry finally reacted.

"Hedwig no, fly away!" he instructed. The bird dug her talons into Uncle Vernon's meaty fist before flying upstairs.

"GET THAT BLOODY BIRD!" Vernon roared, but Hedwig had already flown out an open window.

"What do you think you're doing?" Uncle Vernon whispered in a dangerous tone. "I'll teach you to undermine my authority, Potter."

And with that, the blows rained down. He back-handed Harry into a wall where he continued to beat the teen's skull into the wall.

The last coherent thought Harry had was "Three days" before his world turned black.