Chapter 2

Pain is bad

Back In Harry's bedroom.

Harry's dream changed from a nightmare to a vision. "Wormtail! You have failed me once again," hissed Voldemort. "I'm so sorry my lord. Things aren't going as well as we expected. It's taking longer," whimpered Wormtail as he kneeled on the floor. "Stop with the excuses. You shall pay," hissed Voldemort rasing his sleek black wand. "No! Please my lord!" cried Wormtail. Voldemort smiled "CRUCIO!" he screeched. "AHHHHHHHHH!" Shouted Wormtail withering on the floor.

"AAAHHHHHH!" screamed Harry. His eyes flew open and he shot up. He was panting and felt like he was going to be sick. He hobbled over to the window, threw it open, leaned out and puked. As he wasn't eating there wasn't much- just liquid, which wasn't good. Harry wiped his mouth and hobbled back to bed. He lay on it shaking and drenched in sweat. Harry felt exhausted and he only just woke up. His Uncle Vernon stormed in right on cue. Harry knew it had to be 9am; Uncle Vernon always came in at 9am.

"You fucking freak! You should have been killed Years ago. Just like you're filthy, good for nothing parents!" roared Vernon, Lunging at Harry. He hit Harry in the stomach. Harry felt as if something had snapped. Uncle Vernon pulled out a knife and cut into Harry's skin. Harry laid there limply trying not to screaming. Uncle Vernon noticed Harry was holding back and cut in even deeper. "AHHH!" screamed Harry, withering on the bed. Vernon gave a satisfied grin. "STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU'LL BE SENT TO JAIL, PLEASE STOP. HE'S JUST A CHILD!" screamed Petunia from the doorway.

Uncle Vernon's smiled faltered and than returned as he turned around. He walked up to Petunia who was slightly shaking in the doorway. He lifted his hand and slapped her. Petunia gasped and her hand went straight up to her cheek. "Don't ever speak to me like that OR you'll end up like him," snarled Vernon. Petunia was crying and had slid to the floor. In the hallway Dudley was cowering, he was afraid for his mother; she cared for him more than his father did. His father turned to Dudley and hit him too. "Don't even think about helping her. You all deserve it," he growled. Vernon looked around and sneered. He stomped off down the stairs and out the front door. There was a slam of a car door and Vernon drove away to work.

Petunia picked herself of the floor and walked over to Harry. She picked up a very old shirt and ripped a bit of the bottom. She bandaged his newest wounds and was crying. Harry was slipping into unconsciousness as she finished. "I'm Sorry," whimpered Petunia, as she walked over to Dudley in the Hall. She helped him up and Dudley gave her a big hug. This was the last thing Harry saw before he blacked out.

When Harry awoke he felt like he had been run over by a bus. He did nothing except lie on the bed. He received a letter from Remus who expressed his worry for Harry. Harry just screwed it up and chucked it with the rest. Finally night began to fall. Harry was lying on his bed, he felt sick and wondered if he had an illness. Uncle Vernon had come in after his Dinner and had used Harry as a punching bag- yet again. There was a full moon high in the sky and some light came through the window. Harry guessed it to be around midnight.

Harry's body ached worse than anything. He tenderly touched his rib, immediately regretting it. Harry groaned but even that hurt. It hurt to move, it hurt to think, it hurt to breathe and it hurt to touch anything. Harry shifted slightly, wincing as he did. He slowly lifted his shirt and was horrified by his own appearance. He could clearly still see his ribs and the skin was red and inflamed. There were great big gashes across his stomach. He noticed there were gashes on his arms, legs and one on his face also. There were big bruises with green and yellow tinges. Harry was sure they were infected.

Harry put his shirt back down and tried to lay on the bed comfortably, which was indeed hopeless. Harry started to drift of to sleep when his scar began to throb painfully. Harry tried not to scream as anger over took him, Voldemort was angry VERY angry and the pain was excruciating.

Harry's screams were soundless as he double up in pain. This caused him even more pain. He felt like he was dying. Harry was able to wheeze out "Help me! Someone, Anyone HELP ME! The last two words he was able to scream out before losing consciousness.

Many miles away two people awoke screaming their heads off.

Grimmuald Place- 12:30pm

"AHHHHHH!" Screamed Ginny bolting straight up in bed, clutching her head. Her head felt like it was on fire "MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!" screeched Ginny. Ginny was tossing and turning clutching her head with one hand and her stomach with the other.

Her door burst open and her Mum, Ron, Fred and George entered. Mrs Weasley rushed to her daughter "Sweety what's wrong? What's wrong with you?" asked Mrs Weasley hysterically.

"Please! Just make it stop hurting!" moaned Ginny.

Mrs Weasley was now frantically shaking her daughter and shouting.

Fred, George and Ron were sitting on the edge of Ginny's bed looking at her with worried looks. Each boy had the same thought running threw their head what's wrong with her!"

After a little while Ginny removed her hands from her head. She was laying on her bed still clutching at her head and stomach. She was sweaty and very pale.

Ginny looked at the faces around her "Mum? Fred? George? Ron?"

Mrs Weasley smiled and the boys hopped in to bed next to her. "Sweety, what happened? What was so painful?" asked Molly gently. Ginny was shaking and had a horrified look on her face.

"I-I-I was dreaming about flying across a quidditch pitch when the image changed around me. I-I was about to make a Goal when suddenly I felt immense pain. I h-heard someone screaming for help and, and I woke up screaming from the pain. My stomach and head felt really agonizing and I kept seeing glimpses of Harry doubled up in pain in his bedroom. His scar was burning red and was seeping blood. I caught a flash of him screaming for help and screaming for someone to make the pain stop. Than all of a sudden the pain left and the images disappeared into darkness."

Everyone looked horrified. Ginny looked at them. "I-I think what I saw was real. Harry's in pain and he needs us! Its not just emotional pain but he's in physical pain too. In the glimpses I saw, Harry was really thin, he was as pale as a ghost, he had dark rings around his eyes and bruises on his face. Please we need to help him!" Cried Ginny as tears fell down her cheeks.

Mrs Weasley stood up and nodded. Her face was pale and it looked like she was going to be sick. There mum was trembling but had a determined look on her face. "Boys look after you sister. I have to go tell Dumbledore to get Harry out of there right away!" Mrs Weasley turned and walked out. The boys climbed in next to her and Ginny snuggled up to her brothers. The bed had been magically expanded to fit them. "Its alright Ginny. Harry will be Okay! I know he will," whispered Ron. 3 hours later all four of them were finally asleep.

What went on in The Crawfield House at 12:30pm

"HHHHAAARRRRYYYY!" screamed Brooke as she shot up out of her bed. "AHHH! THE PAIN! STOP! PLEASE MAKE THE DAMN PAIN STOP!"

Brooke was clutching her stomach with one hand and the side of her head with the other. Her very small lighting bolt on the left side of her head was now vivid red and bleeding. "PLEASE! MUM! MAKE IT GO AWAY!" Brooke's bedroom door burst open and her mum came flying in. She grabbed Brooke "Brooke! Honey! What's the matter! Baby! Are you in Pain?" cried Mrs Crawfield.

Mrs Crawfield sat on Brooke's bed cradling her eldest daughter who wouldn't stop screaming. In the doorway stood her husband, Josh and Maria looking frightened. Mrs Crawfield notice through Brooke's fingers that the scar on her head was red and bleeding. All of a sudden Brooke stopped screaming and fell back on her bed. She felt like she was dying. "Brooke Honey! Speak to me baby! Are you sick?" screeched Her mum shaking her.

Brooke groaned, "He's Hurt! He's really badly hurt!"

"Who's hurt baby?" Mrs Crawfield cradled Brooke in her arms.

"A boy, a boy called Harry! He's in really bad shape. I saw him. He was on his bed in agonizing pain. He was really badly hurt- like someone was beating him. He needs me! Harry needs me! I saw flashes. I have to go to him! He was begging me for help and, and than everything went black mummy" whispered Brooke as she slipped unconscious.

Mr Crawfield sent his kids to bed and came back into Brooke's room. He sat on the other side of his beautiful daughter. "Is she going to be Okay?" he asked stroking her long black hair. His wife, Elizabeth looked up at him, there was worry and fear in her eyes. "I-I don't know. She said Harry needed her. She said she needed to go to Harry," she whispered. Thomas paled "Are you trying to tell me her twin brother called to her for help?" Elizabeth nodded "Yes, I believe he was." Thomas reached down and held Brooke's hand. "Oh No. This is bad," he whispered.