A/N: Here is the next chapter I hope you enjoy it.

Japanese-Jew: Sorry that I used the 'scrawny' Harry but that was the best way to describe him and I am sure that your Harry will have a different out come than mine, so it is fine that he is also 'scrawny'. As for the rest of your review I am not really sure what to say since as you said it didn't have much to do with my story. Though I would say I wouldn't mind seeing a really "Adult" Harry Potter story written about after he was out of school. naughty wink

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I would like to say thanks to Chelanzar for beta reading this chapter.

Chapter Four: Torment and Torture

After another rough night, and getting very little sleep, Harry decided that he needed to get some air. Harry looked at the clock and saw that it was a little after five in the morning, so he wasn't sure, which Order member was watching him, but he didn't really care. He needed to get some air, and clear his mind after the dream that he had.

Harry quietly changed into clothes that were too big for his small frame, but he had little choice of what to wear. He clearly couldn't wear his school robes outside, so he was stuck wearing Dudley's old clothes.

Harry quietly made his way down the stairs and left the house, without making too much noise, so as not to wake his relatives. As he stepped out into the early morning light, he saw the sun was already starting to come up, so it would be easy for him to see.

Harry sets out on his walk not caring who was to watch him, since it was clear that they were not suppose to let him know that they were there. He learned that much from Tonks, the night she caught him in the park.

The fresh, crisp, morning air felt great to Harry, as he tried to clear his mind of all the nonsense that he saw in his dreams, or nightmares as they were. Harry walked for about two hours and found that he had wound up in the small town of Little Whinging. He also found that he was getting hungry, as it was almost time for breakfast. As he walked down the streets, he decided to stop off at a small café and have some breakfast. Luckily for Harry, he had some muggle money from his previous year at Hogwarts.

After having a delicious breakfast, consisting of pancakes, sausage, two eggs, and bacon, he started on the long walk back to the house that he hated with a passion. Again, he walked for two hours and when he arrived back at the front yard of Number 4, he hesitated about going into the house.

As he hesitated he heard a noise that sounded like someone tripping, instantly a smile came to his face, as he knew who it had to be. Harry walked over towards where he heard the noise and, as he drew closer he could hear a slight mumbling, though he couldn't make out what was being said.

"Hey, Tonks." Harry said in a low hushed voice, not wantin to seem insane talking to thin air.

For a moment, there was no response and then Tonks appeared before Harry, looking at the ground. "Wotcher Harry, how did you know I was here?"

Harry could tell that she was ashamed of being caught by the very person that she was meant to watch over. "I thought I heard you, and I had to take a chance that I was right, because I wanted to say I was sorry for being rude to you the other night."

"Harry, you were upset, its okay, I totally understand." Tonks said, as she looked at Harry forgetting about the fact that she had been caught.

"Well it still wasn't right of me, you were just trying to be a friend, and I shouldn't have acted the way I did."

Tonks stepped up to Harry and pulled him into a big hug. "Harry, I am your friend, and never forget that."

Harry found himself returning the hug as more feelings started to grow inside him. Feelings about Tonks, that he hadn't really felt this strong before, but knew they were always there, ever since he met her last summer.

After Harry finished the hug and stepped away from Tonks he looked at her for a moment. "Would you like to come in for a bit?"

"Actually I am not supposed to even show myself, so I better not, but thanks for the offer." Tonks said in a sad tone.

"Why aren't you allowed to show yourself to me?" Harry asked in a concerned tone.

Tonks continued to look down at the ground unable to bring herself to show Harry how much this hurt her. "I don't know why Harry, but the orders were that no one was to reveal themselves to you. We are to have no interaction with you, we are to only watch over you."

"Tonks, you seem like a smart witch to me, so please tell me, are you smart or are you just another mindless drone that follows that foolish old coot without questioning his orders?" Harry said in a determined but sort of kind tone.

"Harry… I have wanted to question his orders, but…"

"But what, Tonks? Are you really that afraid of that foolish old man?" Harry said now in a more caring and understanding tone.

"Dumbledore is in charge, and his orders are to be followed without question. I have to prove that I can do this or I may never get another assignment from the Order or as an Auror!" Tonks said and then started to break down as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Harry knew she was taking this hard and the last thing he wanted was to make her feel worse, but surely she had more sense than to follow a foolish old man so blindly. When Harry lifted Tonks head and saw the tears his heart about broke in two and quickly he pulled her into a comforting hug. "I am sorry Tonks. I didn't mean to upset you again, I was just trying to get some answers. I shouldn't take my feelings towards Dumbledork out on you."

As Harry held Tonks close, it happened that it was time for his Uncle to leave for work, and he happened to walk out just then. "BOY! What in the hell are you doing! You get your ass in that house this minute and leave that street trash alone!"

Harry was so angry about what had occurred that he ignored the fact that Vernon is as big as a whale, and Harry was a mere seal by comparison. Harry charged at Vernon and nailed him right in his fat gut as hard as he could. "Never talk about her like that!"

Vernon went from angry red to ready to explode purple in color. "Boy, you have some nerve hitting me!" Vernon pulled back one of his big beefy hands and nailed Harry right in the gut with it sending Harry crashing to the ground with an awful thud.

"Harry!" Tonks screamed as she ran towards where Harry lay on the ground. She dropped down beside him. "Leave him alone you big ass or I will curse you into next week!"

Vernon stared down at Tonks and Harry, and then loomed over them like a hunter standing over a fallen prey. "Boy I won't tell you again, now get in that house!" Vernon turned his attention to Tonks. "As for you, FREAK, get your ass off my property before I call the police!"

Tonks held on to Harry and didn't budge, as Vernon stared down at her. Vernon, finally fed up with their lack of respect, grabbed Tonks and tossed her away from Harry. Tonks landed hard and was knocked unconscious by her head hitting off the sidewalk. Vernon then grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pulled him to his feet. "I am tired of your lack of respect, Boy! Now it is time for you to realize who is in charge around here!"

Vernon forced Harry back into the house, and shoved him hard into the staircase. Harry hit the stairs with a horrifying thud, and a loud cracking sound could be heard, as Harry's ribs smashed into the wooden stairs.

Vernon then pulled off his belt and snapped it together as he loomed over Harry. "Now BOY you will learn to obey me, or you will die!" Vernon brought the belt down nailing Harry right across the shoulder and part of his back. Harry winced slightly at the pain, though it wasn't as bad as the Cruciatus Curse he had been put under. Vernon again brought the belt down across Harry's back and shoulder with even more force then the first time.

Harry started to try and block out the pain that was beginning to rise inside him. Even more than that, he tried to contain the hatred he had for his Uncle as a third crack rang out from the belt impacting once more with Harry's body. Harry found it hard to breath and was sure that his impact into the stairs had broken at least one, or maybe more, of his ribs.

"Now get up to your room boy and I will be up to deal with you when I get home from work! If you aren't here, I promise that you will not live to regret it, so don't bother trying to run away!" Vernon said in a stern and hateful tone as he turned to leave the house for work.

Harry crawled up the stairs too weak to even stand and walk up them. As he reached the top of the stairs he entered into his room and pushed the door shut. He then crawled over to his bed and used what little strength he had left to crawl into it and pass out.

Harry was brought out of his coma state when his door was violently hurled up and he saw Vernon looming there in the doorway. The look on Vernon's face told Harry that he was not in a good mood, and that meant a great deal of trouble for Harry.

"Get up boy!" Vernon shouted as he looked at Harry.

Harry tried to stand, but he was still weak after the beating he had taken hours before. Without magic to heal him he was in real bad shape and the pain in his chest was intense telling him that his ribs were in fact broken.

"I said get up FREAK!" Vernon shouted again as he walked into the room and grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him violently to his feet. There was a loud popping sound as Harry's arm was pulled out of his shoulder joint.

Vernon ripped off Harry's shirt and then shoves him face down on the bed. Harry gasped and screamed out as a whip came down across his bare back cutting it open. Harry could feel the blood beginning to run down his back as Vernon brought the whip down again slicing even more of Harry's flesh.

Harry felt the whip hit his back three more times, and each time more flesh was ripped off as more open wounds were exposed on his back. Harry then heard Vernon drop the whip and heard a slicing sound. Then he felt extreme pain, beyond anything imaginable, as Vernon poured salt on to the open wounds on his back.

After allowing the salt to burn into Harry's open wounds for a while, Vernon violently rolled Harry on to his back and then brought the heel on his shoe right down between Harry's legs crushing his crotch.

"If I ever catch you hugging one of your freak friends again I will castrate you! I wont have you making more freaks like you that will sponge off of me!" Vernon shouted as he brought his heel down again smashing it into Harry's crotch with extreme force.

Vernon abruptly turned and left the room taking his torturing "toys" with him as Harry lay against the edge of his bed bleeding. He could feel his energy pouring out of his open wounds as his eyes closed. Harry tried to open them, but was so weak from the blood lose that he couldn't.

'Is this the end?' Harry thought, as he once again fell into unconsciousness.