I'm so happy! People like my story! I personally think that it sucks, but if you all like it...

Thank you wolfawaken, nightwisp, terraberra, hotsforharry, VladLycan, Star Girl11 ( you need to update your story!), and Aliyah (you only found me because I took pity on you) for your kind reviews... hope you like this chapter as well...

Freedom Isn't Free: I really appreciated your review. I'm sorry that you never get to play in the snow becauseis the best part of winter! the first couple of chapters will probably be short, but i'll try to make them longer. i'm glad you like the way i portray harry! Yay! I did something right. Now you have to update your story, Noboody Wants A Street Rat!


Arabella Figg was worried. Harry hadn't been going to school lately. He hadn't been seen around his house either. When she had asked Petunia about having Harry help an old lady around the house, an excuse she sometimes made so that she could keep a closer eye on him, Petunia had fed her some story about Harry being invited to visit his 'Aunt' Marge. It was obviously a lie, because Marge Dursley hated Harry. So the question, which Arabella was worrying over, was where was Harry?


Harry Potter was lying haphazardly in his cupboard. His moments of consciousness were brief, and it took to much effort to move his aching body. So he remained where his uncle had thrown him, damp clothing and all.

The cupboard was extremely uncomfortable for Harry. The small enclosure seemed to spin sometimes and was always changing between hot and cold. Maybe he was becoming claustrophobic. He had spent more time in here than he ever had before. Hopefully the Dursleys would let him out soon, but he couldn't be sure how long he had already been in here.

The room was spinning again, making Harry feel slightly nauseous. He closed his eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep.