Harry had awoken from a dead sleep. At first he thought it might be because of his scar but it wasn't burning. And then he heard it . . . His very angry and very drunk uncle was coming his way. Harry knew what was going to happen. He was going to get beaten again. So he did the only thing he could and that was to hide. Harry looked around his room frantically. He didn't have much time his uncle was getting closer and closer. He ran toward the closet he got inside and was about to shut it when the door slammed back open

"Get out of their now boy" uncle Vernon screamed.

Harry was too scared to stand up to him. Uncle Vernon pulled harry out of the closet and threw him on the ground. He punched him hard in the face and then kicked him even harder in the ribs. Harry felt another punch hit his eye and the pain was throbbing he knew that it was going to be a black eye. Then his uncle kicked him so hard in the stomach that harry had coughed up a lot of blood. Harry tried to stand up but his uncle had pushed him on the floor and kicked him one last time. Harry let out a scream of pain. His uncle had finally stopped beating him. Harry knew this time that his uncle almost beaten him to death. But harry knew he couldn't die not now at least. Harry didn't know what, but something inside him to keep pushing and not die. Harry had a hard time breathing after such a brutal beating like that one.

Uncle Vernon had then said "That should teach you to listen to me you good for nothing son of a bitch. Do you understand me boy?"

Harry was silent and didn't say anything at first. He was into much pain to say and do anything, all he wanted to do was lay there and cry from pain in his puddle of blood underneath him.

"Answer me you pathetic little bastard" he had screamed at harry even louder then last time

"Ye . . . yes . . . yes sir" harry said he was still on the floor shaking with blood all around him.

He waited until uncle Vernon was out of hearing range before he dared to make a move. When he was sure, his uncle wouldn't be able to hear him move about the room. Harry and gotten up from the floor had tried his best to clean up the blood off of it. Harry decided he had to get out of there as fast as he could. It would be hazardous to his health if he stood there for one more night. Harry had scrambled around his room looking for his glasses. About ten minutes later he finally found them underneath his bed.

The next thing he knew he was running ... running far away from privet drive. He had no where to go, but he didn't care anymore, all he knew was that he had to get out of there, or he was going to die. All harry had on him were his wand and hedwig, his owl. According to harry that is all he needed to survive.

Harry's run had slowed down into a steady walk. He wasn't able to run very far nor very fast. The bruises on his ribs hurt too much when he tried to run. He knew that his uncle had most likely broke one of his ribs, maybe more. Then, all of a sudden while he was walking down the street he was knocked on the ground. And in front of him was the night bus. Harry rode the night bus once before a few days prior to his third year in hogwarts.

Harry only knew one place that he could go, and that was the leaky cauldron. At first he wanted to go to number twelve grimlind place but then he remembered that Sirius was dead. The anger and pain from losing him were coming back, and he was fighting to hold back the tears. He wasn't going to cry in front of strangers. Well, they weren't complete strangers. There was no point in going there. It would bring to many memories of him. Harry couldn't stand to talk or think about Sirius, he wasn't ready, not now at least.

"To the leaky cauldron, please" harry said

"Hear that Ernie to the leaky cauldron" the conductor said

Then, the shrunken head replied "yeah Ernie to the leaky cauldron"

The shrunken head had said this to the driver and the night bus had sped forward really fast. As it was speeding it nearly missed about half a dozen muggles in there cars.

The conductor looked up and down at harry and said

"Bloody hell, what happened to you?"

"Uh nothing, I just fell that's all" harry moaned at the pain from the bruises

The conductor looked at him weird because he knew that harry was lying. But he wasn't going to tell him that. The conductor had noticed that harry kept holding his right side. His eyes were fixed on his very swollen lip, and harry's black eyes.

"Are you going to be okay" the conductor said.

"Yea, I'll be fine" harry lied