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Chapter 1

Feel like death

Outside there were flashes of lighting and rain was pouring down hard, beating against the roof and windows. There were giant rumbles of thunder outside as the one and only Harry Potter was laying on his lumpy bed at 4 privet drive. It was around 3am and the boy-who-lived was staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't looking at anything in particular- just staring. It had been three weeks since school ended and Harry had been locked in his room since he arrived at his so called "Home". Every three days Harry had been told to send a letter about how his was doing. When Harry had come home he had calculated how many letters he'd have to send over the 8 weeks of summer and than had written out 20 times:

All's well, I'm fine really.

Muggles are treating me okay.

Hope you are well,

Harry.

Every three days Harry would struggle out of bed and tie one of these letters to Hegwig's leg and than opened the window to let her out. There was absolutely no truth in Harry's letters. He was not fine. He had not eaten, moved much or really slept well or much since he got home. He was miserable, probably sick and still grieving over his loss. One look at him would give anyone a stroke. Harry was so thin you could count all his ribs, see the outline of everything- his pelvis, spin, neck- you name it. He was so pale he was like a ghost, his hair was tangled and long and he had giant dark circles under his eyes like someone had hit him. There were also big gashes and bruises on his body, which made him look like he was being beaten- which he was. Everyday Uncle Vernon had come in and abuse him, Harry didn't do anything because he felt like he deserved it and he had no strength to fight him off. Vernon would use mainly himself to inflict wounds but sometimes also other objects. Harry suspected he had lost a lot of blood and sometimes drifted in and out of consciousness.

To say Harry's room was a little mess would be a very big understatement. Harry himself was kinda clean- he took showers every two days and tried to wear the cleanest of his clothes. The room was disgusting. The bed was unmade- the blankets strewn everywhere. The door to his wardrobe was hanging by its hinges and there was a jumble of junk inside. Hedwig's cage was horribly dirty- Hegwig had decided to spend her time outside only coming to check on Harry. There were splatters of blood on the mattress, floor, desk, some textbooks and supplies. Food was siting at the cat flap still on his door, rotting away and clothes and rubbish was spread around. There was a pile of papers sitting in one corner of the room. They were letters sent to him from Ginny, Ron, Remus, Hermione, Fred and George, Mrs Weasley, Moody, Tonks and Dumbledore. Whenever letters from them arrived, Harry would skim them and chuck them in the corner. They all said they were worried about him and missed him. Not that Harry cared.

It was like this because Harry was too weak to clean. Whenever he fell asleep it was restless and full of nightmares and visions. The visions were of Voldemort, whenever Voldemort cast a spell to torture someone or a death eater- Harry felt the pain. Because of this even if Harry slept he didn't feel better one bit. When he was unconscious he heard things in his head. From the loss of blood Harry would hallucinate. He would see Sirius, his friends, teachers or one of the Weasleys. Harry didn't realise they weren't real and would try to talk to them but they never really said anything, just smiled and waved at him.

Harry's eyes fluttered shut as the rain continued to pour. When he was asleep the nightmares soon began and Harry was in even more pain. Tonight the nightmares were terrible. In his nightmare he watched everyone he cared for being killed by Voldemort. If anyone in the house was awake they would have heard Harry's hoarsely, weak shouts and screams.

Meanwhile…… Halfway across the world in Australia

A pretty girl stood in front of a beautiful three storey house that looked out on to ocean. The girl had the beach right at her doorstep. She sighed and a small tear slipped down her cheek. This was the last time she would be seeing her house, her beautiful house on the Gold Coast. She'd be leaving her friends and moving with her family all the way to England.

"It's ok, we can write and we can easily visit each other. We don't have magic for nothing- its called floo powder" said Clara hugging the girl. Clara herself was crying- she didn't want her best friend to move away but exleast she had other friends her, when her friend Brooke was moving to a place with no friends. Clara and Brooke hugged and cried, "Thankyou for coming to see me off Clara" whispered Brooke pulling away, wiping her sparkling green eyes. "Hey, of course I'd be here, but like I said we have plenty of ways to see each other again," said Clara. Clara reached into her pocket and pulled out a gold necklace with half a gold heart hanging off it. "This is for you, I have the other half of the heart- it symbolises our friendship". Brooke took it and put it on, slipping it under her Singlet top. "Thanks Clara" whispered Brooke.

They turned to watch the ocean, Brooke sighed this is the last time I'll see this ocean. I'm going somewhere that's cold practically all year round!' she thought. The front door opened and her mum and dad came out, carrying the last of their stuff. She watched as her mum and dad added it to a pile of luggage and magically bound them together. "Honey, its time to go" called her Mum. Brooke felt tears coming to her eyes as she made her way to her mum and dad. She gave Clara a last big hug "Good-bye Clara- you'll always be my best friend!" cried Brooke. "I know, I'll miss you." Cried Clara. They released each other and Maria stepped up to the kettle her dad had charmed to be a portakey. "Josh! Maria! Hurry up, we're leaving!" yelled her dad.

Two kids came running up from the beach. Josh was 4 and was being carried by his sister. Josh had aqua blue eyes and dark curly brown hair. Maria was 9 and had long wavy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes the colour of the ocean. Josh and Maria looked very much like their Parents- Elizabeth and Thomas Crawfield. Brooke Crawfield had always stood out from the rest of the family and her mum had always told her that she looked like her great, great, great grandmother on her mother's side of the family. Brooke had black shoulder length wavy hair was thin, tall and had sparkling green eyes.

"Alright everyone grab on," said her dad picking up the all their stuff, which had been charmed lighter. Maria, Josh, Brooke and her mum grabbed on to the kettle. Her dad tapped it and Brooke felt a pull behind her navel. A few seconds later she found herself in the big entrance hall of their new home in England.

Her dad had already stood up as Brooke surveyed her surroundings. "Well lets pick rooms and unpack. Okay?" shouted her mum from the next room. Brooke grabbed all her stuff from the pile and carried it all upstairs. After looking through a few rooms she found one she wanted. It was on the third floor of the house - just like at home. Looking in she saw a skylight. From the door there was a window box seat and small windows on the wall in front of her. She pulled out her stuff and began to unpack. It was already around 4am but nobody was tired. Four hours later her room was totally finished. Her mum had come into help since magic made things faster. The walls were now a light purple with flowers bordering the top. The window box had green see- through curtains handing from the windows and the seat itself was checked purple with blue satin pillows.

The other windows on the wall opposite the door also had green see through curtains. On the right hand wall was her four-poster bed with purple and blue hangings. On both sides of the bed were dark cherry wood bedside tables. The left hand wall had 2 doors on it. One led to her walk-in-wardrobe and one to her own bathroom. Her walk-in wardrobe had all her clothes in it and she had made it a creamy white colour with blue skirting boards. The bathroom was coloured in pretty blues and purples. On the wall that had the door leading to the hall was her desk and bookshelves. The bookshelves were filled with books, photo frames and little ornaments. The desk was dark coloured and held all her stuff. At the foot of her bed was a trunk. Her parents had gone to London 2 weeks ago and bought her a new trunk and school supplies for her new year at Hogwarts. Brooke was turning 16 and would be in 6th year. She had a dresser next to her window box seat which had a big mirror out-lined in gold carvings. On it was her jewellery box, make up and the rest of her girly stuff.

Brooke smiled, her bedroom was so cool. "Maybe this won't be so bad," said Brooke out loud. It was around 9 am and she was hungry. She walked out of her room and made her way down to the kitchen for breakfast.