CHAPTER ONE- HOME SWEET HELL

Harry rolled his cart out of the station following closely behind his uncle. His uncle hadn't said a single word to him since he had gotten off the train, when he'd given a small grunt telling Harry to hurry up. They walked up to the car, and Vernon simply opened the trunk and went to get into the drivers seat. Harry quickly put his things in. He was beginning to worry. His uncle would at least yell at him if nothing else. He didn't understand why his uncle was being so quiet. Harry closed the trunk, picked up Hedwig's cage, then got into the back seat, and buckled Hedwig's cage into the seat next to him just as Uncle Vernon started up the car. The drive was also extremely quiet, except for an occasional sleepy hoot from Hedwig.

They soon arrived home. There was a strange black van parked in the driveway of 4 Privet Drive, so Uncle Vernon parked the car on the street. Harry's uncle got out and, again without a single word, went up the drive and into the house. Harry quickly hopped out of the car, grabbed his trunk out of the back, and dragged it up to the house with Hedwig on top. The moment he opened the door, he heard his uncles voice bellow from the living room.

"Put your trunk in the closet and get in here now." Harry was confused. His uncle had normally let him keep his things in his room, but he was tired, so he decided not to complain... yet.

He pushed his trunk into the closet and then decided to let Hedwig out to flex her wings. Hedwig flew out an open window and disappeared in the distance. Harry then proceeded to the living room. As he entered the living room, he saw his aunt Petunia and his cousin Dudley sitting on the couch, and was about to go sit down when he felt something hard smash down on his back. Harry toppled over and smacked face first into the ground smashing his glasses. He tried to get up but couldn't, a horrible pain was shooting up his back. He couldn't see anything without his glasses, but could feel blood dripping down his face from where the glass from his glasses had cut into his face.

Suddenly a knee was slammed onto his already injured back, and his arms were pulled back behind him and tied together. Harry tried to get loose. He started yelling for the person to get off but they wouldn't. A cloth was rapped around his head covering his mouth. The knee was removed from his back and Harry felt himself being tugged up to his feet. He heard his uncle's voice whispering in his ear.

"This will teach you. You're never going to see any of those freaks you call friends ever again." And with those last words Uncle Vernon punched Harry in the stomach with every bit of power he had.

Harry felt his legs collapse from beneath him, but he didn't fall to the ground. The person who had tied him up was holding him up. The person jerked Harry up onto his feet again. Harry could hardly breath. He felt as if all the air had been sucked out of him. His whole body hurt, but even still he was jerked around and dragged out of the house. The man who was taking Harry, led him to the back of the black van, opened the back and tossed Harry headfirst into the car. Since Harry's hands were tied and his mouth was gagged, he could neither stop himself from falling nor scream out in pain as his head hit straight into the wall of the van. His head hurt so badly and it wasn't even because of his scar.

He felt the car move and curled into a ball as he began to think, what if he really did never see any of his friends again. His eyes began to water as he thought about Hermione and Ron and Sirius. He had no idea where he was being taken. What if no one could find him? This was all he could think of the whole time while he was bound and gagged in the back of the van. Suddenly the vehicle stopped. Harry was terrified. He had no idea what was going on and he couldn't even see anything except for blurred shapes without his glasses. The back of the van opened and a blinding light shown on his face, but it wasn't the sun. It was a flashlight. Harry had no idea how long they had been driving, but realized it must have been a while because it was now pitch black outside.

Harry was grabbed by his neck and pulled out of the van. His whole body stung as he was thrown to his feet. A man who had Harry by the arm pulled him along very roughly. They went into a large building where Harry was led into a small room.

Suddenly Harry heard a man speak," Get him changed and take him to his cell. No food tonight. His uncle paid extra for the most painful treatment." Harry was shocked. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Then without any warning the ropes tying his hands together were cut off. His clothes were immediately taken off and some very thin clothes were put on. It was extremely cold.

He was then pulled out of the room and drug along many halls and up many stairs. His bones were aching severely. He was then shoved into another tiny room. It was even colder then the rest of the building. Harry was drug over and tossed on a small bed. His hands were each strapped to one of the bedposts, as were his feet to the bottom posts. Large leather bands were tied tightly around his wrists and ankles. He then heard the door slam shut. Harry was in severe pain, he was still gagged, and he was beginning to get a little hungry. His thoughts from the car ride here seemed to resurface with even more severity.

'What if no one ever finds me? What if I'm stuck here forever?' He just couldn't think straight.

The face of his friends encircled his thoughts, 'What if I never see them again?' With that last thought a single tear fell from his bloody eye and he faded into sleep. The next morning he was awakened with a loud bang as the door to his tiny room swung open, and in walked a man holding a long metal rod. He approached Harry's bed.

"There will be no breakfast served...ever. No lunch either. Dinner will be served when we feel like it and if we feel like it. , but now on to the morning beating. Can't let you enjoy yourself." And with that the metal rod came crashing down full force on his already bruised stomach. Harry wheeled in pain since he couldn't scream cause they never took the gag of. Harry felt a snap in his chest and soon tasted blood in his mouth. Then he heard the man speak," I would take the gag off but I can't have you screaming and making a ruckus." With that the man left.

Harry was now crying his eyes out with all the pain. He was sure that at least one of his ribs was broken. This treatment continued for weeks, four to be exact. He was only fed three times a week and because of his condition he usually through up what little he got. He was never untied except to be beaten in a more satisfying way to the man who beat him, and to go to the bathroom, which had now become a difficult task because of all the pain he was in. After four weeks of this and no sign of anyone attempting a rescue, Harry gave up hope. He could no longer move due to the fact that he was sure that nearly every bone in his body was broken, he was bleeding from everywhere, there wasn't a single place on his body that wasn't covered in bruises and gashes, and because of the lack of proper food he had been reduced to skin and bones.

He cried himself to sleep every night because there was nothing else he could do. He was also very sick because of the freezing temperature and lack of warm clothing. He didn't even have a single blanket. His thoughts had turned from bad to worse.

All he could think of now was 'I'm going to die here and I'll never get to say goodbye.' Just then the door to his tiny room swung open. He closed his eyes. 'No not again please don't.' The man came over to Harry's bed, and as always the rod smashed down on his stomach. Harry tried to scream out in pain but couldn't, because he was still gagged.

Harry began to struggle with every bit of strength he had left. He was able to get the gag off his mouth, but that was all. He then screamed out when he felt the metal rod slam down on his shoulder.

"Ahhhhh...stop please stop!"

"Why should I you disgusting freak?" The man hit Harry in the head with the metal rod, shattering Harry's jaw and knocking him unconscious. The man continued to hit him again and again as the blood was pouring from Harry's body. Tears were rolling down his face as he cried in his unconscious state.

The pain was continuing into his dreams, and Harry with what little he had left while being mutilated gave his last thought, 'This is the end. It finally came. I'm so sorry everyone. Please forgive me. Goodbye everyone. I love you Sirius.' The man laughed as he continued.