Chapter 1 Oops?

It has been three days since Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, had returned to the Dursley's at number 4 Privet Drive for the last time. Three days since he had threatened his so called family and managed to do some amazing magic. Three days since he had seen the outside of his room and food.

FLASHBACK

After Harry had gone into his room it had taken ten minutes for the Dursley's to move from their shocked positions downstairs. Petunia headed into the kitchen to start making dinner with Dudley following, hoping he would get a nice large snack. Vernon, while still standing in the front hall near the door, was the first to realize what his darling nephew had said. He knew that it was that Dumbledore's fault, well decision really, that Harry had to stay with them. So for Harry to have only returned due to a last request…Dumbledore must be dead! So, being the man in charge, Vernon stormed upstairs, locked the door to the smallest bedroom, forgetting the magic that had been done.

"Boy! You are not to come out of this room. Ever! I know that freaky headmaster of yours is dead! No one can save you now! You can rot in there for all I care. You are getting nothing from us ever again, especially after that display! You need to learn to respect your betters. If I here one peep from you or your bloody owl, I'll kill you myself. Understand me Boy!" Uncle Vernon screamed at Harry through the door. Now if anyone had any doubts that he would carry out his threat all you had to do was look in his eyes. A maniacal, murderous gleam showed that he would do as he said.

Harry stood in his room in shock. After what had transpired downstairs his uncle still treated him this way. Not that Harry knew how he did what he did, but still. Harry wasn't the only one in shock. Aunt Petunia was horrified, for she had seen the look in her husband's eyes and knew that something bad was going to happen. Dudley was too stoned and hungry to care what was happening to the freak.

As Vernon went back downstairs to watch some television he knew all he had to do was wait, and he'd get the chance to rid the world of another worthless freak.

END FLASHBACK

Harry knew that his uncle was just waiting for an excuse so he sent his owl, Hedwig, to the Weasley's with a note saying what was happening. However, that had been three days ago, and he was still here. He couldn't understand why no one had at least sent him a letter to see if he was all right or to double check on what was happening. He was still under the provision of having to write a letter every three days to Moony. Today was the third day, so he hoped when Moony doesn't receive his letter, he'll come check on him.

Harry was lying on his bed in his very bare room. The only things in the room were the bed with it's thin covers, his trunk with his school stuff, and himself. Everything else had been taken out by Vernon before Harry had come back from school. "Merlin, I'm hungry. I know that I used to be able to go days without eating here before, but I guess I got used to regular meals at school. But man, I have never felt this hungry before, not even after that time I didn't get to eat for two weeks after Dudley said I crashed his bike, when he had actually taken a baseball bat to it in a fit. Oh great and now I'm talking to myself. Well, it's not like there is anyone else to talk to I suppose. AARRGGGHHH!" Harry had been laying on his bed in his very bare room talking to himself when a sharp pain went through his stomach. This would not have been unusual, for he was very hungry, therefore he should have hunger cramps. But it wasn't hunger cramps. Uncle Vernon had been outside Harry's door listening for a sound, an excuse, and Harry had given it to him. Vernon very quietly had unlocked the door and entered the room while Harry was preoccupied with hunger and talking to himself. The sharp pain Harry felt, was the nine inch butcher knife Vernon had stabbed into his nephew.

"Finally, you freak. You'll die just like your worthless freak parents did!" Vernon laughed as he stabbed his nephew again in the stomach. Then ripping the blade out in a manner to cause as much damage as possible, wiped the bladed clean on the bed that was quickly becoming stained with the blood pouring from Harry's wounds. "Wouldn't want freak blood everywhere now would we?" Vernon calmly stated and left the room, humming, and locked the door behind him. Harry could only stare in horror at his uncle, then the door as it locked, then the blood that came gushing out of him. His vision began to fade, black spots moving in and out, and all he could think of was where were the Weasley's. He had told Ron what was happening, so why did they leave him here? Then he looked at the blood again, and thought Wow I didn't know I had that much blood, and, I thought blood was supposed to be brighter.

Harry's vision went dark, and the-boy-who-lived, passed into unconsciousness. He was dying.

During all this at the Burrow

Ron Weasley had gotten Harry's owl and the letter. However, Hedwig had arrived right at dinner time, and Ron, being Ron, had only untied the letter from her leg before going downstairs to eat. When he came back upstairs to his very orange bedroom he remembered the letter.

"I wonder what Harry wants? Maybe he wants to come here earlier, oh well. He will just have to wait until his birthday. That should be enough punishment for breaking up with Ginny, and give me enough time to ask Hermione out. This way he can't step in and ruin my chances. I mean, yes, he's the great chosen one, but if she says yes to me, then I'll have one up on Harry." Ron ranted to himself pacing his room holding the letter. Finally, he opened it.

Ron.

I need help. Vernon has locked me in my room, told me I'll be getting no food, and has threatened to kill me. Please send someone to help me. I know he means it this time. I sent Hedwig to stay with you. Please keep her safe. Please send someone soon, Vernon is just waiting for an excuse. HELP!

Harry

Ron read the letter disbelievingly. "Honestly, does he think I'm an idiot? He just wants to leave sooner and wants everyone to drop everything for the great boy-who-lived! Well, he can wait until his birthday. I know that the situation isn't as dire as he says because that's his family and while they don't like him, especially his uncle, they wouldn't kill him. He probably won't even send his letter to Lupin in three days, and when he goes to investigate, they will find out what a phony he is. Yeah, he'll get what's coming to him and Hermione will see what a loser he is. She will probably even congratulate me on not jumping to conclusions and realizing the truth. Yeah, it's a good thing she's coming here tomorrow. I get to see her and start making my moves."

Ron decided not to tell anybody about what Harry had written. Just saying that Harry wanted to make his last stay at the Dursley's as pleasant as possible for all parties by asking Ron to look after his owl. He went to bed believing that his best mate was fine and began to dream of Hermione and how she'll praise him for seeing the truth.

Three days later Ron was sitting in the living room near the fireplace with his sister playing chess, with Hermione looking on nearby. Ron was trying to impress her with his knowledge of the game.

"Hey Ron?" Hermione started, Ron looked up at her. "Have you heard from Harry? I saw Hedwig here, and was wondering how he was doing with everything." Hermione looked worried and Ginny looked to Ron as well, wanting to know the answer.

"Oh he's fine. He sent Hedwig here to keep here away from the Dursley's. Something about wanted a pleasant break for everyone." Ron stated darting his eyes around, not looking at either girl in the eyes, knowing they would see the lie.

"You're lying, Ron. I can tell. What did he really say?" Ginny asked, clearly getting upset.

"Look, he wanted to come here earlier, but I don't think that's such a good idea. He has his promise to Dumbledore to stay there, and I thought you, Ginny, would appreciate the time away from him. Besides, I'm sure he's fine, he can exaggerate sometimes, and I know he's fine." Ron knew he had said too much.

"What do you mean you're sure he's fine? What did he exaggerate? What exactly did the letter say?" Hermione yelled.

Ginny started to join in yelling, "Where's the let…" Suddenly the fireplace glowed green and Remus Lupin's head was floating in the fire, interrupting them. The three teens turned to look at their former professor.

"Has anybody heard from Harry? I haven't received his letter yet, and I'm hoping he wrote one of you." Remus asked.

Hermione and Ginny, and following their lead, Remus, turned to look at Ron, who began to pale and said, "Oops?"