Chapter 1:Discipline

The Return of the Dark Marks

Freda Kentity

Harry potter regardless of whether it was a common name or not everybody appears to have heard it. Every single member of the magical community that is. But most people, excluding most muggles that is, referred to him as the Boy Who Lived the defeater of He Who Must Not be Named. That's what everybody thought that is until last month In which He Who Must Not be Named has been know to have once again terrifying our families our …

Harry Potter through the Daily Profit onto the floor and clasped on the bed In blissful welcome sleep. It had seemed like forever that he had seen a friendly face, and even more so since he had seen anything other than Privet Drive. When in reality it had been two weeks it felt like two miserable months. Sleep had seemed like it would take over any second and yet it had seemed like an eternity away. But who could blame him when ever since he got 'home' for the summer uncle Vernon piled him with chores and threatened to not give him any food until all the chores were done to his liking. That threat turned out to be Harry's reality when he took it as being nothing more than a fib.

So that was that Harry Potters summer was all in all living up to his expectations. No work no eat, work plus last weeks work equals no sleep equals a very depressed and sleepy Harry. But as long as he did his backbreaking chores before dinner and woke up an hour before the rest of the household he should be fine. Plus it didn't hurt that Dudley wasn't on that diet anymore. but what did was the fact that his uncle had made it into a daily goal to punish Harry at and exuse he got.

Harry woke up to a scratching on his window the sun had barley risen and there was some owl expecting him to get up? 2 shrill screeches after and Harry was hoping out of bed and racing to the window. The bird was black and brown freckles and looked as if it had been flying for days. But the strange think was it had no letter no parcel nothing. Okay thought Harry well maybe it's lost. Yah that's it it's lost… now what? He sat down beside the bird that was now sleeping in Hedwigs old cage, hedwigs now residing at Rons house for the time being.

"where'd you come from" Harry whispered to the now sleeping bird. "I'm going to take you to ms. Figg later okay, you just keep qiut okay." then with a chuckle he realised what all her cats would think with a big bird flying around in the kichten. He looked around the room was still coated in darkness and everywhere there was a mess it was begining to look like Rons room at the Burrow.

It's 6 o'clock and the sun was nearly up no hope of getting to sleep now I guess thought Harry. He sat down at his desk and picked up his daily profit, ever since last week there has been nothing but the same old thing over and over and over. He Who Must Not be Named return. Harry couldn't help smirking two weeks ago and noone would have believed me now its front-page news ha!

For some unknown reason as soon as he finish that thought the black owl went wild. Screeching and banging around as if it was having a massive panic attack or seizure.

The following events were mere seconds apart. First Harrys scar blinded him in massive pain for the first time that summer, secondly uncle Vernon throws the door open that hits the panicked bird and knocks its lights out, thirdly Dudley and Petunia rush into the hall, but not before Harry got a swift kick in the head and a bloody lip.

"BOY, what's the meaning of this, we feed you provide shelter and cloth your pathetic little self. And what to we get, well, well" face turning purple expecting Harry to answer. Harry received two more kicks. "You know what we get, waking up in the middle of the night, having to …"

" Its 6 not the middle of the night", at that Vernon face looked as if it was well about to blow. And even when this situation was not in the least bit humorous Harry for some reason found himself fighting not to yell "FIRE IN THE HOLE. Not that there was and time for that, as soon as he thought it he found himself being grasped by the arm, twisted so that he was facing toward the door and kicked down the stairs. "Boy its time for you to learn some real Discipline."

Harry knew exactly what that meant and he had no intention of it coming true. So he fought back, resulting in a horrible pain with another twist of him arm and a shove into the place that he had spent most of his childhood.