Authors Notes; Well here is the next chapter (yay!) I was going to have this chapter up a while ago, but my parents made me help decorate for Christmas, (shudders) Most of these beginning chapters are going to be short bows I'm very sorry about that.

Disclaimer; If you can recognize anything in this it is most likely owned by some one else. Harry Potter and co. are owned by J.K. Rowing.

Rating; PG-13 for now, it may change but I am not sure where I'm going with this, currently it is rated for this because of language (later on) and abuse… yadda yadda yadda…you get it.

Summery; 5th year. Coinciding with a plan of Voldemort's gone array James Potter is brought back from the dead. Currently at the Dursleys Harry is having one of the worst summers yet, how long can he hold on?

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Dedicated to Fiona12690 since it's her birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

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DAWN THE FALLEN ANGEL

Chapter 1;

-All hail the summer from hell

In England, in the small town know as Surry, on the street Privet Drive, nothing out of the ordinary ever seemingly occurred. It looked to be one of the most peaceful places to live, where most people would dream of growing up, and living the perfect life.

All the lawns were mowed to a perfect cut, even one could tell through the dark night, and none of the houses seemed array. All was what one would expect from a place looking such as one here, nothing out of the ordinary, and nothing strange, or abnormal. But despite what one would think, this was not all that it seemed. Contrary even to what the people who lived there thought, there was something strange happening, happening quite often in fact.

A small boy sat on the old lumpy bed, staring out at the stars above, and for no apparent reason, he was seemingly just lost in side his own world.

This was Harry Potter, a wizard, defeater of Voldemort at the age of one, losing his parents in the process. He had been sent to Privet Drive after the incident and had lived there ever since, none of the neighbors ever paid attention to him, thinking him some sort of delinquent that would never listen to the rules. A force to be reckoned with.

This was true, well the force to be reckoned part was anyhow. He had just finished his 4th year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

He had grown very little over the summer, maybe an inch or two, and looked almost the same. His hair was still jet black and all over the black, streaming into his eyes, quite often blocking his vision. Emerald eyes full of pain and hurt, normally covered by rickety old glasses, stared out his window, glazed and unfocused. On his cheek was a strange dark blue bruise, which looked extremely pain full.

When Harry had arrived home that summer, it began relatively well, the Dursleys ignored him, and he truthfully would rather have it no other way. Since the resurrection of Voldemort, Harry had to do a lot of thinking.

Dreams plagued him every night, luckily most of the time he didn't wake up screaming, since the pain was never too bad.

But one night, about two or three weeks ago, Voldemort was extremely angry, more then he had ever been. Harry could not help it as he screamed along with the victims under the cruciatus curse.

Before he could even wake up, his dream turned toward a different direction, he found him self in the graveyard, right outside of the Riddle mansion. His scar still hurt, but the pain had started to numb.

Looking around he caught sight of some mist floating around taking on a form of some shape. After a few minutes, the bluish grey mist formed in to the bodily shape of one Cedric Diggory.

Harry just stared in shock at for a moment or two, and then advancing toward Cedric (whom at the moment had his back to him.), not believing his eyes.

Then suddenly Cedric turned himself around and faced Harry, his eyes portrayed anger and he looked almost ready to kill.

Harry stopped in his tracks.

"Harry…" the ghost Cedric whispered, "You killed me, how could you?!"

Harry tired to say he didn't and he didn't mean to but Cedric stopped him.

"No, you lead me to my death, had to be the noble Gryffindor didn't you? You killed me."

"N-no no I didn't,"

Harry tried to say, but suddenly his scar flared up in pain, and it was unbearable. He woke up screaming, and apparently woke up his Uncle Vernon, much to his regret. Vernon had come blundering in there, almost screaming about freaks waking him up, and such.

Harry whom had just realized what had happened cowered away from the gigantic man.

The green eyed boy had almost never felt this much fear before, when he was a child Vernon had mentally abused him, or given him a few well earned (in Vernon's opinion) smacks to the head, but he had yet to truly physically hurt him out of fear that the other 'freaks' would find out.

He knew since the beginning of the summer not to provoke his uncle, he wasn't sure what happened during the school year, but what ever it was, it had his uncle teetering on edge.

Just waiting for some one to push him off, and Harry had done just that. His uncle had smacked him to shut him up accordingly, and then flung him to the ground, and proceeded to kick Harry profoundly in the sides and stomach.

Harry just closed his eyes taking the pain.

Some where in the back of his head a voice was telling him that he deserved it, that it was true, that he had, although not directly, killed Cedric. By the time Harry had reopened his eyes, his uncle was just leaving his room.

He shifted him self into a more comfortable position, and out of his guarded one, which he had used as a futile attempt to protect his more sensitive areas. As he had shifted he felt the awkward painful feeling of his newly broken ribs moving against each other. A small trail of blood dripped down his face, from his scar which still stung.

That incident had started it all, he had gotten nearly regular beatings from his uncle, each not extraordinarily bad, but each not pleasant either.

Normally his uncle would just punch or kick him for about five minutes, spit on his beaten carcass, and walk out of the room until usually the next day, or the day after. Harry assumed that he was a vent towards his uncle, at work he had lately been getting in trouble for shouting and damn near hitting his co-workers when they didn't agree.

So he would often hold his anger in and then release it out onto his nephew later on when he got home.

Harry took it, feeling that it was punishment, it wasn't that bad he thought, he could still walk afterwards, he was still able to do his assigned chores.

Oh yes, he thought, he was glad he was still able to finish his chores, about three days ago, after a beating that had chosen to affected his leg, he was slower then usual. And after ward he couldn't complete his chores, when his uncle got home he had been angry, to put it lightly.

Harry could barely remember any of that incident he had woken up sore all over, and he assumed that he had fallen unconscious during his uncles little fit.

Now a days he would barely get any food to survive, the only liquids he would ever get would be water, and quite often enough he had to sneak that out of the back yard hose during his chores. And the little if any food he would receive would be bread, and if he was extremely lucky a small piece of meat, or a small section of some kind of nasty tasting vegetable.

Along with the accountable beatings he really looked like a homely child, bruises and scratches all over, and you could count every one of his ribs.

Only to add to that he had visions, or what Harry thought of as visions, almost every night, and each one making him feel guiltier than the one before.

Most were about Cedric, him blaming him, or Voldemort taunting him, saying how he was killing all his friends, how he was a murderer who never deserved any friends. Because of the consistency of these dreams, adding on the depression he had been feeling lately, he began to believe what he had been told in his dreams. He thought that they must be true, even his uncle said so, often calling him shit, worthless, a freak, and many other things.

Because of this and all the pressure he had been feeling lately, he had begun to cut. Harry had always been against self mutilation never fully understanding how some one could ever do that to themselves.

But after one really horrendous dream, it had just felt right. Now he continued to do it almost every night, multiple scars ran down both of his arms, some white with age, and some red and new.

He had never tried to stop, but nonetheless it still felt like an addiction.

Now it was a week until his birthday, he wasn't expecting any presents as Dumbledore would allow no one to contact him because of security reasons. Ah, well he thought, maybe when he got to Hogwarts, things would get better, although he seriously doubted it.

He missed how it was last summer, true in his opinion the beatings and such were deserved but some times the small things helped.

Last summer he had gotten letters from Sirius and that really kept him away from the edge, but now because of Dumbledore he couldn't have that.

And to put it plainly he was walking towards the edge. And he didn't know how long he could hold on.

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Author's notes – I am so sorry that it is so short. I'm really bad at getting chapters to be really long, although i do at least 1000 words per chapter, i think this one was over 2000 - yay!

Well that chapter really did not go how I planned, but I think it turned out okay…… Well I know some of it is corny but I wanted to get it posted before Monday and (shudders) school. Well please review and tell me what you think.

I am also looking for prank ideas because obviously with the marauders back there's gonna be quite a few of them. I'm thinking of maybe the marauders and the twins having a prank war. So if you have any prank ideas tell me.

And who do you think should save Harry, I'm going for either Severus because I like him and well I may have him and Harry come to understandings in this story, or James, or Sirius, or even Remus…. Really its up to you though so tell me who you want because well I am not sure yet.

Little-Padfoot

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