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A/N: Thanks for the reviews people! And thanks to all those who wanted to Beta! It was really hard choosing between all of you, but I finally made up my mind.

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Read: Sorry about the rash start (if you think that it's rash), but it will be explained in later chapters. The dream is there just to make Harry feel really guilty about Cedric and he wakes up from it at around 2 in the morning.

Are the markings in the key hard to understand, should I change them? I'll ask again before you review. So with that said, read and review people!

KEY:

"Speech"

§?§ Different day

§ Same day different time

'Thinking'

Dreams

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"And I never want you to call me or Petunia 'aunt' or Vernon 'uncle'. You shall call us Mr. or Mrs. Dursley."

"Dudley, too." Mr. Dursley added.

"Yes Mr. Dursley, yes Mrs. Dursley." Harry said lamely, thankful that neither noticed his tone.

Harry Potter had just come back from his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been the toughest year so far because of the Triwizard Tournament and the death of one of the students.

Harry closed his eyes in pain.

Pain was the only thing that Harry felt every time he thought about the tournament. He hadn't known Cedric Diggory that well, but it did still make him feel horrible. Cedric had been Seeker on the Hufflepuff house team; the same position that Harry played on Gryffindor's team. The two had been competing a lot, but they had never taken it too seriously.

Though no one else would admit it, Cedric's death had been Harry's fault. It had also been his fault that Voldemort had returned to power. Harry had helped him get his body back, even though it wasn't intentional. No matter how everyone told him that it he shouldn't blame himself, he still felt guilty.

Harry pushed away all these thoughts of the Triwizard tournament and checked his clock. It was already very late and the Dursley's (don't forget Marge is still with them) had all gone to bed already. So Harry settled back for the first night at the Dursleys.

Harry was once again in the graveyard of Little Hangleton, where Voldemort's father had been buried.

Standing only feet away was Lord Voldemort himself, an evil smile plastered on his snake-like face. Death Eaters were surrounding the two in the same fashion they had been while Harry and Voldemort dueled.

"Are you ready, Potter?"

'Ready for what?' Harry asked himself, inspecting Voldemort closely and realizing that he had his wand out and was bowing ever so slightly.

"A duel?" Harry hadn't meant to ask this, but the words just came out of his mouth.

"Yes, Potter, a duel. If I win, the boy dies." He said, pointing to a struggling Cedric Diggory, whom the Death Eaters were holding. "And if you win, I free the boy and kill you. Ready?"

Subconsciously Harry bowed and Voldemort fired the first curse.

The duel went and Harry didn't fire one single curse or spell, letting Voldemort disarm him easily. Harry had no idea why he hadn't shot any spells at Voldemort, but he couldn't make himself aim his wand at him or say any incantations.

"Well that was easy." Voldemort said in a mocking tone. "Now the boy will die."

Voldemort turned towards Cedric and said the two horror-filled words; 'Avada Kedavra'.

The scene shifted and now Harry and Voldemort's wands were connected, with Cedric coming out of the latter one's.

The form of Cedric straightened and spoke to Harry. "You got me killed, Harry. You never fought back, though you would've won easily, and now it's your fault that I'm dead. You didn't want me to live, you just wanted Cho for yourself and wanted me out of the picture…"

Then came out Harry's parents and they both spoke the same words at the same time. "You let Voldemort kill that boy, Harry. You didn't sacrifice yourself for another one's life. You are no son of ours. You're not even a Potter anymore, you're a filthy good-for-nothing Dursley—"

"NOOOOOOO!!!!" Harry was screaming from the top of his lungs, until he finally realized that it was a nightmare and that he was still at the Dursley's. Harry wasn't yet sure if it was a good or a bad thing that he was still there, but he was about to find out.

There was a horrible thundering of stairs as Vernon and Marge came down, having been woken up by Harry's screams. Two pairs of slightly lighter feet followed the thundering ones.

There was a scraping of a lock and the door of the cupboard opened reveling an extremely red faced Vernon. He looked only half awake, but awake enough to look murderous.

"What the hell are you doing waking us up in the middle of the bloody night?!"

The murderous look in his eyes got stronger with every silent, passing second.

"Well answer him, boy!" Marge screamed. Petunia was making sure that the curtains were closed (Which they were since it was the middle of the night).

"Vernon," She said quietly, peering outside from behind the curtains with her back to her husband. "How about you give him one of those lessons."

A malicious grin spread over Vernon's beefy face.

"How about I do." Vernon said, crawling into the small cupboard and pulling Harry out in to the hallway. All the while, Marge was saying she had told them to do it a long time ago.

Harry was looking at all the Dursleys one at a time, trying to decide what was going on. It was quite hard, though, considering that they had different looks written on their faces.

Dudley looked like he would've been given permission to visit Willy Wonka's chocolate factory, while Petunia was a little nervous and excited at the same time. Vernon had a crazed glint in his eyes and Marge looked like she had been announced best breeder of English Bulldogs.

Suddenly, Vernon's whale of a hand connected with the side of Harry's face, making him tumble to the floor. He was then pulled up by his collar and slammed into a wall, making him dizzy. There was another 'wham' and Marge slapped him.

"Dad, can I try too?"

Before Vernon had time to reply, Petunia did. "No, Diddykins, not tonight. You'll get your chance later. Get some sleep now."

"But, mom…"

"No buts, Dudley. Listen to your mother, she's right. You'll get your turn later. As for now, it's Aunt Marge's and my turn."

The beating resumed after Dudley and Petunia had gone to bed.

'I can't just let them do this to me.' Harry thought bitterly. 'Have to fight back in some way.'

So next time Marge picked him up, he aimed a punch at her. Surprised, she dropped Harry back down and he tried to dash away, but Vernon caught him by the hair. He was once again flung to the floor. Marge stared screeching something at Harry and kicked him in the calf, then aiming for his stomach and ribs. Harry moved out of the way just as another kick was shot at him missing his ribs, but hitting something else.

Harry tasted a coppery taste in his mouth. He was glad that neither of the Dursley's was wearing shoes, or else it would've been 'goodbye teeth'.

"That's enough now, Marge. I think he's learned his lesson for waking us up in the middle of the night."

"I guess you're right, brother."

The two walked away leaving Harry to bleed on the floor. His only company was his injuries. Harry, feeling extremely exhausted, soon fell asleep.

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Harry woke up at six thirty that morning because he was really cold. He had nothing to cover himself up with, except the thin linen (which he used as a blanket) in his cupboard.

He got up slowly and silently crept to his cupboard, thankful that the Dursley's had left the door open. He grabbed the linen and wrapped it around himself, wiping the blood from his mouth on a gray shirt he found next to his bed.

'I really hope that this doesn't get any worse.'

Hopes don't get Harry anywhere…

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