Chapter two—Happy Bloody Birthday

Harry spent the day looking at his mother's trunk. On the top of the trunk there was a box. Harry picked up the box and opened it with trembling hands. Inside the box there was a pin that was shaped like a Lily. It was placed perfectly on a box that Harry just realized was beautifully decorated with lilies. Harry put the box aside. Next he found an album of his mother's. Curiously, Harry opened it. It had pictures, muggle and magic alike of his mother's life starting with a picture of his mother and his aunt. His aunt wasn't lying, they had been best friends!
By now, Harry was struggling to keep the tears from falling. With a start, Harry realized that this was one of the first times that he cried since his was little. Harry could not keep it in anymore; he let the tears fall. He cried for Sirius who was never going to relive the twelve years of Azkaban he had been through, he cried for his parents who never had the chance at living a wonderful life because of him, and he cried for the victims who died, who are dying, and who will die because of Voldemort and because Harry was to be "protected" till he was ready to face Voldemort. Harry just cried till he felt himself drift off to sleep.
Harry awoke with a start and realized that it was dinner time and went downstairs to help his aunt. After dinner, which his uncle did not appear for, Harry went back upstairs. Half and hour later Harry heard the door slam and then his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs- looks like his uncle was back. The door of his room burst open and Harry was horrified to see that his uncle was dead drunk.
"You! You and your abnormal-ity" His uncle shouted. "You made sure that by using your—your magic that I was fired!"
"No, uncle Vernon, there is no way" Harry started but—
CRASH—
Harry was slammed into the wall by his uncle. Seeing stars appear in front of his eyes, Harry struggled painfully to get up to get up but couldn't.
"Don't you dare talk back to me! Ever since you were dropped on our doorstep, you have been a menace! We fed you and clothed you and put a roof over your head and this is how you repay us! Ungrateful brat!" He roared. His uncle spent the next half-hour punching, hitting, and whipping every part of Harry. Halfway through the beating, Harry felt himself get lost in bliss consciousness, but his uncle apparently not satisfied, kept beating him till he was content. As his uncle happily left the bleed and unconscious on the floor, he did not notice that a pair of furious deep blue eyes watching him as he left. "Hold on Harry. Just a while longer." A voice said.

Remus Lupin was worried. His best friend's son had not contacted him. He was supposed to write every other three days, but he had not written since four days ago. He left his bedroom in number 12 Grimmald Place and went down into the kitchen. Before he left he looked at himself. He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked pale and thin. What else do you expect from a person who just had his last childhood friend die right in front of his eyes? Sharing his head to get rid of those thoughts, he went downstairs for and Order of the Phoenix meeting. The Order is an organization completely against Voldemort. Once he got there people started to arrive. There was Madeye Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Charlie, Bill, Author and Molly Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Kinksley Shaklebolt, Hestia Jones and many more he did not know. With a heavy heart, he realized for the tenth time that summer that Sirius Black, his last childhood friend, would not be there. He sighed and sat down, his thoughts back on the boy that meant the world to him… Harry

When Harry awoke and painfully get off the floor to put his glasses on, he realized that it was 10:00 Am. He looked at the mirror. He saw that his face was bruised and his arm was broken. He had at least 3 broken ribs and some were cracked. His foot was at a odd angle and it was throbbing painfully. He carefully lowered him self on the bed. No more than I deserve; he thought dully. I deserve all this. Sirius, please forgive me, its my fault you died! With those sad thoughts in his head, Harry fell back into unconsciousness.

What Harry didn't know was the fact that while he was away from the land of the living, his aunt came into his room, knowing fully that her husband was he cause of all this pain. She did her best to clear up all the blood and clean the wounds, but she could only do so much, she was not a doctor. But she did know that her nephew had internal bleeding from one of his broken ribs scratching the inside of him, and she did know that her nephew was in danger of dieing from it. But she was at a loss of what to do next. As if reading her thoughts, Hedwig, Harry's owl swooped down next to her with a quill and parchment and she gave it to Petunia. She was startled that this bird knew that something was wrong with her master but she put that thought aside as she wrote her letter to whoever it was that watched over Harry. She sealed it, eyed the owl as she took the letter from her hands and flew off. Petunia hoped that that owl would be fast… she did not know how much longer her nephew had…