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Harry P.O.V

Harry Potter slowly opened his eyes as the sun shone through the spotless glass windows of his small bedroom. He winced as is the light directly hit his bruised eyes, shining so brightly that it hurt.
If Harry had spared a glance at the clock on his desk he would have seen that it was barely 6am - a whole hour and a half of sleep, more than he had had at once throughout the entire summer.

It certainly hadn't been a peaceful sleep though, he had lost the privilege of having peaceful dreams two months ago when he had watched Cedric die right before his eyes. When Voldemort had returned to power after tying him to a gravestone, being forced to duel, seeing his parents and Cedric's ghosts…
Harry quickly shut his eyes again as the images that had haunted his nightmares for weeks came rushing back to him all playing before his eyes as it had happened that fateful night. Even when he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut with all of his might, he couldn't get rid of those memories.

Even the pain caused from his cuts and bruises after countless beatings from Vernon couldn't match the pain that soared through him every time he remembered that night in the Graveyard.

A loud creak came from outside the door pulling Harry from his agonizing thoughts, the creaking of the wooden floorboards got louder and louder as whoever was out there came nearer and nearer to his bedroom.
Uncle Vernon.
It was the only person Harry could think of who would be up at this time of morning. Harry started trembling with horror, his face turned even paler than it already was, his whole body was aching even more from the shaking. Why was he here? Hadn't he gotten enough the night before? Wasn't it enough that it felt like his body was on fire, that every bone was broken? Or perhaps he'd finally had enough?
Was that it had Vernon finally realised that sooner or later somebody would either find out or he would have to clear up the mess that he had made? There was only two ways that this could end. Harry had known it for weeks – ever since the first beating.
Either Vernon stopped the beatings, gave plenty of time for the bruises to heal, or he would realise that sooner or later somebody would come and they would find out exactly what he had been doing to his nephew for so long. Harry knew that when the beatings continued time after time that it certainly wasn't going to be the first option.

Harry clenched his eyes shut yet again, silently praying to anybody who was listening not to let this be it. He would never see him again, his friends – Hermione, The Weasley's. He would never see Sirius again, or Professor Lupin for that matter. He would even miss Snape to an extent.

The door cracked open as whoever was there stood for moments simply staring at Harry. Slowly, he began to open his eyes again, still trembling, his eyes wide with fear.
Standing there staring down at the terrified fifteen year old boy, a look of disgust on their face was Aunt Petunia. Her bony horse-like face did not show the tiniest hint of worry or concern or regret.

All the same, Harry was relieved that it was anybody but Uncle Vernon.

"Get up now!" Petunia demanded in her usual snotty voice. "Dudders will be up soon and he wants his breakfast before he goes out for the day!"

Harry could only groan in reply, he barely even had the ability to use his own voice any more, Petunia just continued to stare at him impatiently, her arms crossed, tapping her foot.

"Enough of that! Come downstairs now and cook his breakfast!" She almost yelled at him.

But Harry could only stare at her, silently pleading for her to go away and leave him alone to suffer in peace. She was obviously getting nearer and nearer to giving him a harsh slap herself.

Harry knew he better move, there was no telling what she would do if he didn't make her precious baby's breakfast. With or without Vernon, it wouldn't be the first time that she had hit him.
He forced himself to move as quick as he could, which wasn't very fast at all. His legs felt as though they just wanted to collapse, he could feel every single bruise and knew without a doubt that it had to at least be badly sprained.
Petunia was finally starting to regain the little patience that she had as Harry stood up.

But Harry had hardly moved a few steps when he collapsed to the ground on all fours, panting in agony as he did so, refusing to let the tears leave his eyes and give them the satisfaction of knowing just how much they had hurt him.

"You stupid boy!" Petunia shouted at Harry, causing him to wince as she did so. "You can't do anything can you! Either you come and make breakfast now or I'll go and get Vernon!"

Harry knew that she wasn't joking, far from it in fact – she would make sure that Vernon knew, and she would make sure that he punished him…hard. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much effort and force he put into it, his weak legs would barely let him move, never mind stand.

Finally Petunia had had enough as she marched out of the room, muttering about what an idiotic hopeless waste of space he was, and no doubt going to tell Vernon exactly what had just happened.

Remus / Sirius P.O.V

Sirius Black was sitting in the kitchen of Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the worst place he could possibly think to be, and not just because it was the one of the few places where he had always felt so utterly miserable, but because Harry wasn't there.

Sirius was always one to be protective of those close to him, he knew what it felt like, but this was going above and beyond any normal concern. He hadn't slept. Not at all. Every time he had rolled over in his comfortable bed he would be ridden by images and thoughts of what could have been happening to his own Godson at that very moment. The second he had fallen asleep he had been delved into a nightmarish world. A world where everything and anything was happening to Harry. He had watched as Harry had been tortured, as he screamed with pain, as he pleaded for somebody – anybody to come and rescue him. He had watched as Harry had endured pain after pain, all the while helpless to do anything to save hm.

Sirius was quickly pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the door creaking loudly as Remus walked into the kitchen looking if possible even worse than him. There was no doubt that he wasn't the only one who had barely slept.

"You too?" Sirius asked him as Remus put the kettle on to boil.

"Not a wink." Remus replied dryly walking around to sit opposite Sirius.

They both sat in silence for what seemed like hours, the only sound in the silent house was the whistling from the boiling kettle.

"Have you had a reply?" Remus asked quietly, breaking the tense silence between them.

Sirius silently shook his head.

"He might not have got it yet." Remus replied trying to convince himself as much as Sirius. "You only sent it last night. Surrey is miles away."

"I know." Sirius sighed. "But what if he has got it? What if he can't reply? He could be injured or he could be…" Sirius broke of the sentence, closing his eyes in horror – he would not let himself think that. Harry would be fine. They would know if he was…

"He's still alive, Padfoot." Remus told him using his old nickname, successfully bringing Sirius` attention away from his depressing thoughts.

Of course Sirius knew that at the worse he would only be severely injured, the wards would have shut down if anything worse than that had happened. But wasn't that bad enough? The pure thought that Harry could be in agony at that very second…he could slowly be rotting away….

"We have to go and get him now!" Sirius exclaimed as he slammed his hands down on the table in anger. "We can't wait anymore, Remus, and you know it!"

Remus remained silent as Sirius let his anger overtake him, doing everything in his power to remain calm and collected – one of them had to.

"Sirius…" He quietly started.

"No!" Sirius interrupted. "Dumbledore be damned! If we don't do something about it, then we will regret it for the rest of our lives! James and Lily would never forgive us! He's their son, Remus! He's My Godson! And what about you! Surely he has to mean something to you!"

Sirius regretted his last words as soon as they came out, he knew that Harry meant something to Remus, more than something. He was his nephew in everything but blood.

"Of course he does!" Remus exclaimed, before he took another deep breath. "You know he does. He means just as much to me as he does to you."

"I know." Sirius whispered as he sat back down, staring at the table with a mixture of worry, regret, and sadness.

"Okay." Remus said so quietly that Sirius had to strain to hear. "We'll go and get him. Now."

For the first time in days Sirius had a real smile on his face, of course behind there was an overbearing fear of what he would find when he finally got to Harry, but this was it. He would finally get Harry, he would get him and then he would worry about the consequences.

Harry P.O.V

Harry lay on the floor in agony, wincing at the pain that soared through him with every breath that he breathed. He didn't dare even try to move off of the floor, there was no telling just what would happen if he did – he wouldn't be surprised if his entire body shut down. New bruises had already started to show up all over his body, he could feel the wet trickle of blood running down from a cut on his head.

Petunia had followed through with her promise to him. The moment that she realised that Harry would not be getting up to make her precious Dudley's breakfast she had ran crying to her husband. Harry could only imagine exactly what she would have said to him. He had only just managed to catch the odd word ….freak….taught a lesson….

As soon as Harry had realised where she had gone, fear had flooded through him, he had been beyond terrified, he knew what would happen and there was nothing in his power that could stop him.

He had already been in so much pain before Vernon had appeared in the door, his beefy face red with anger, fuming so much that it appeared as though he would explode.
But that didn't stop him from feeling every single punch, kick, and hit that was administered to his already frail body. It seemed to go on forever, one insult after another, drilling the truth into Harry's mind of exactly what he was.

He was unwanted.

Unloved.

A Freak!

Who could ever love a freak?

Wasn't that why nobody had come, why nobody had wrote – because they didn't want anything to do with a person like him – a burden.

Harry was pulled from his painful thoughts as his eye caught onto what looked like a white ball of fur sitting by the window. Harry squinted his eyes trying to see the best that he could without his glasses. The more he squinted, the quicker he realised that what was sitting on the window was an owl. But why would an owl be here? He hadn't done anything to warrant a letter from the ministry, or Hogwarts. And none of his friends would write to him … he didn't have any friends…not anymore.
But there was no other explanation.

What if it really was from someone – one of the Weasley's, or Sirius perhaps? What if they had realised that he hadn't spoken to anyone all summer - that he hadn't even set foot outside of the house.

What if they came here? Came to get him? They would find him, and know exactly what life with the Dursley's had been like all of these years, that he really was a freak, that he was unlovable.
He had to reply. It was the only way. If he replied to whoever had written in the letter, told them that he was okay, then they wouldn't know and everything could go back to normal.

Harry put every bit of effort that he had into moving, he tried to drag himself across the floorboards towards the owl, but every time that he did so he had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying out in pain. There was no doubt that nearly every part of his body was injured, but he had to make it. He had to reply.

Harry gave one more painful move as he managed to drag himself to the window where the owl was staring down at him with wide eyes, the letter trapped in its beak. Harry slowly raised his body to reach for the letter, but just as he managed to stand on his feet, his entire body gave way, leaving him to crash onto the ground with a scream of pain.
Harry gasped in agony, in the distance he could make out the sound of footsteps stamping their way towards him before his uncle appeared in the doorway, looking even angrier than he had done that morning.

Before Harry could take in what was happening, he felt a sharp kick to his stomach, as he clutched it letting out a cry and a groan of pain before everything went dark.

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