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Beginnings
Ch. 1 Beginnings
Harry's life was hell. Ever since he had gotten back from school he had slipped into a deep depression. He wasn't safe from memories at night or day. During the day he would think about the times him and Sirius were together. During the night he would have nightmares of Sirius falling into the veil, and of course that horrible woman Bellatrix's horrible laugh. He was into his second week of his summer break. The Durselys, of course, noticed his depression; they took heart in his depression and sought to make him feel even worse. Uncle Vernon was the worst. Every time Harry would owl Mad-Eye, Vernon would stand over him, breathing down his neck, reading everything he put down. Harry had absolutely no privacy at all, not that he was used to getting any. The same went for his friends letters, Vernon would read them right after Harry got them, then watch him while he wrote a response. He kept Hedwig locked into her cage, but only until Harry would send a response. Vernon ALWAYS watched Harry, to make sure that Harry hadn't slipped on a note. And the only reason Vernon allowed Hedwig to go was so that she wouldn't make the awful racket whenever she was kept pent-up all the time.
Uncle Vernon did something else that made it impossible to send secret messages to anyone that sent Harry something. He put bars on Harry window again, this time with some hinges so that he could swing them open. They did, of course, have a pad-lock on them. Harry had to go down to wherever Vernon was to tell him that he received an owl. Which didn't make Vernon happy, but he was content nonetheless. Every time Vernon would open the window Harry longed to jump out and pray that that would be killed by the fall. Death would be so much better than this hell that he was living in. Also he would be with Sirius. But, of course he didn't jump. He didn't have the courage to jump at all. That was impossible for him to do. The thoughts of his friends held him back from doing it; also what Sirius would think of him and how his parents would react. And… of course that bloody prophecy. Voldemort would have free reign.
Harry had gotten supremely thin. Way thinner than before he started going to Hogwarts. The only reason he hadn't wasted away was because the Durselys would force-feed him (Harry never had the energy to fight them off). Of course they didn't do it for concern for him. Merlin no. They did it for two reasons: The stink would be really bad if he did die up there; the neighbors would talk. Harry was sitting on his bed, legs curled up to his chest, in a fetal position. He kept seeing how Sirius died every time he closed his eyes. A loud bellow issued from Uncle Vernon who was calling him down.
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE! NOW!"
Contemplating not going at all, Harry got up and went downstairs. Uncle Vernon eyed him with hate and contempt. "Were going out. It doesn't concern you where we are going. There is a sandwich in the fridge; IT BETTER BE EATEN BEFORE WE GET BACK! We will check if you did something besides eaten it. DO NOT TOUCH NE THING ELSE BESIDES THE SANDWHICH!" With that said and done, the Dursleys left. Leaving Harry utterly alone. Relenting to his hunger he went to get the sandwich. Of course, the sandwich had brown lettuce, what looked like mold on the bread, and the meat... didn't look like meat to say the least. Shaking his head in disgust he took the sandwich and threw it in the trash. Harry found some chips in the cabinet and began to munch on them.
Tonks was bored. She had been bored for sometime now. The Order was tired of her clumsiness, so they gave her the full-time job of watching over Harry carefully. She got a room with Mrs. Figg and watched his house carefully. After the second week, however, she got restless. She thought he would have done at least something, but he hadn't. He had stayed inside all the time. The few times that she did see him she had seen him at his window, with a rather large fat man behind him. She couldn't see him too well at a distance, but she instantly knew that he did not look good. She vowed that she would see him tomorrow and chew out his Aunt and Uncle. She knew the Order didn't want her to do this, but she did not care in the least. If she was supposed to watch over him, then she had every right to visit him to make sure he looked well. Night was falling and she was getting tired. Sadly, she couldn't go to sleep. So, Tonks made an awakening potion, drank it, and continued to watch Harry's Aunt and Uncle house.
