Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me unfortunately.

Harry P.O.V.

Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, lay unconscious on the blood stained floor of his bedroom in Number 4 Privet Drive. Vernon had issued him one last swift kick in the stomach before storming out of room, anger at his ungrateful nephew boiling off of him.
Harry whimpered even in his passed out state as memory after memory tortured his nightmares, Vernon, The Graveyard, Voldemort, every single awful second that he had lived through torturing him.

Nobody cared anymore, Harry knew that, his Uncle had drilled it into his head long ago. After all who would bother to go to the effort of giving him a second thought?

Sirius / Remus P.O.V.

Sirius and Remus both let out a groan as they landed slap bang onto the pavement just minutes from the quiet street of Privet Drive.

"I hate apparating." Sirius moaned as he dusted himself off with his rough hands, Remus did the same, but it didn't make difference to his tatty robes.

"If you're done with your self-grooming, Padfoot, I suggest that we go and get your Godson." This quickly pulled Sirius from his thoughts as he stopped fussing over his robes, and marched out of the dark alleyway that they had landed in.

Sirius had barely made his way out of the alley when he felt a strong hand grab the bag of his robes, startled he swiftly turned to face Remus who was staring at him as though he were crazy.

"What do you think you're doing?" Remus hissed at Sirius. "Do you want to get caught?"

"No, I want to see Harry." Sirius replied before yet again turning to leave, but Remus was too quick as he blocked his way.

"Either you change right now, or I'm sending you back home." Remus sternly told him, ignoring Sirius` roll of his eyes. Remus continued to stare at his friend until Sirius changed into his dog form with a sigh, giving Remus a look that said:

"Happy?"

"Good….now let's go."

Both friends walked silently down the streets in the growing darkness, neither making a sound as they came nearer and nearer to the house that Harry had been forced to live in for the last fourteen years of his life. Neither knowing nor prepared for what they would find once they finally got to Harry.

Sirius stared at the perfectly clean white door with the number four attached to it before he looked up at Remus who was nervously adjusting his robes, almost as though he actually cared what the vermin that Harry called his family would think.

BARK!

Remus quickly looked at Sirius before he nodded, gathering his thoughts and abandoning all cares of his dishevelled appearance.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Remus hammered on the door, ignoring Sirius as he shuffled nervously beside him anxious to get to his Godson now that he was only mere seconds away from seeing him.

A gruff voice could be heard indistinctly complaining inside the house before the door opened and the large, beefy form of Uncle Vernon appeared in the doorway.

"Yes?" Vernon asked in his gruff voice.

"Good evening." Remus started politely, his hands in his pockets. "I'm looking for Harry Potter."

"Nobody of that name lives here!" Vernon exclaimed before he made to slam the door shut, but Remus was too quick and caught the door with his foot.

"Mr Dursley, I can assure you that I know fine well that your nephew lives here." Remus said sternly, his patience quickly wearing thin, he could sense the worry and nervousness coming off of Vernon and it was making him nervous.

"Harry Potter doesn't live here, now leave before I call the Police!" Vernon shouted at him, before he caught himself and looked up and down the street nervously.

Vernon was suddenly startled by Sirius' vicious growling, his eyes wide baring into his own. Sirius was beyond angry, far, far beyond angry. Remus wasn't the only one who could sense just how scared the pig of a man in front of them was…just what had he done to Harry that would make him so nervous?

"Let me rephrase that…" Remus said calmly, but there was no doubting the edge on his voice as he discreetly pointed his wand at him. "Show me where Harry is now."

By now Vernon was psychically shaking with fear, he couldn't show these freaks where the brat was! He didn't even know if he was still alive! He had to get rid of them!

Sirius had seen enough as he barged past him, resisting the temptation to bite him in the process. He ran up the stairs, not even caring for the glare and sigh of frustration that Remus sent his way, all that mattered was Harry.

He quickly turned into his human form as he looked around the landing, trying to find the room that would be Harry's. He knew it as soon as he saw it. He didn't have time to count the amount of locks that those muggles had had the nerve to put on his door.

"Alohomora!" Sirius said as he tapped the locks with his wand, it seemed to take hours for all of the locks to come undone as he broke into his godson's bedroom.

Sirius couldn't breathe. It had been weeks since he had seen Harry, and each day that had gone by he imagined over and over again finally seeing his precious Godson again. He knew that something must have happened to Harry. He wouldn't ignore his letters for no reason. But nothing – nothing could have prepared him for the sight before him.

Meanwhile downstairs, Remus was attempting to keep calm as Vernon demanded that he leave his property. He was just about to snap at him when he heard Sirius' desperate scream.

"REMUS!"

Remus didn't hesitate as he barged past Vernon and fled up the stairs to where he found Sirius standing in the doorway of one of the four bedrooms.

"Sirius, what…" Remus started, his eyes wide with panic, before his eyes followed Sirius', he had never seen his friend look so afraid, and now he knew why.
There lying on the floor in a pool of his blood was the boy he considered to be his own nephew.

"Harry." Remus choked in a strangled breath as he fell by the boy's side, carefully turning him over so that he was face to face with him. It took every ounce of effort in his body to not vomit at the sight of Harry. What he could see of his body was completely covered in bruises, and countless cuts. His face was barely recognizable so much blood was covering it, it was obvious that he had suffered nasty head wound.

"What have they done?" Remus breathed in horror before he looked towards Sirius who was still standing in the doorway looking more vulnerable than Remus had ever seen him, but he couldn't help him, not now.

"Sirius!" Remus exclaimed as Sirius came back to his senses and kneeled opposite Remus as he moved to pull his Godson's frail body into his arms.

"Don't!" Remus snapped as Sirius looked at him with wide eyes. "You might hurt him."

It took everything in Sirius not to ignore Remus' words as guilt poured through him.

"Is he…" Sirius choked, not even sure if he wanted to know the answer to his unfinished question.

"No." Remus told him, letting out his own breath of relief as he felt Harry's pulse. "He's alive...his pulse is weak. We can't do anything here, Sirius, we have to move him."

Sirius nodded frantically as he grasped Harry's small hand in his own, silently praying that he would be okay.

A groan came from Harry's body which quickly caught both Remus and Sirius' attention, their eyes never leaving him.

"Harry?" Sirius whispered, as he gently stroked his head, ignoring the blood that was appearing on his hand from Harry's head. "Harry, it's okay…you're safe now…just wake up."

"S…r…us?" Harry managed to slowly gasp out as he opened his eyes to meet a pair of blue ones that reflected worry, fear, and to Harry's amazement, love, but why would there be love in them?

"Yeah. It's me, Harry. We came to get you – me and Remus." Sirius felt a tear stroll down his cheek, which he unashamedly let fall as Remus watched the pair from the other side.

"Why…" Harry choked out, but his throat was aching from its lack of use.

"Because we love you." Sirius told him simply, his heart-breaking at Harry's single worded question, and the look of confusion and disbelief in his eyes at Sirius' reply. "God, Harry, how could they? We knew something was wrong, but I never…I'm so sorry."

"My….fault" Harry gasped as he struggled to remain conscious.

"No….No….it's not….it's my fault. I never should have left you." Sirius was struggling to keep his emotions in check as he looked down at his innocent, beaten Godson. He noticed his eyes beginning to flicker close, but the determination in them to stay awake.
"It's okay, go to sleep, I won't leave you again. I promise."

Within seconds Harry had returned to blissful unconsciousness as Sirius looked across at Remus, horrified at the events that they had suddenly found themselves in.

"What are we going to do?" Sirius asked Remus, still looking incredibly vulnerable in the Werewolves eyes.

"We're going to take him home." Remus replied before he jumped into action and looked around, ready to pack Harry's things for him. He was disgusted at how empty the room, it looked more like a rotten prison than a teenagers bedroom. The only possessions of Harry's that he could find was a photo of Lily and James that sat by his bed and a few quills. There was no sign of his trunk or any other personal possessions.

"Is this it?" Remus asked himself. Sirius looked up from where he was sitting next to Harry.

"What about his trunk?" Sirius asked.

"We can come back for it." Remus decided as he took in Harry's form once again, there was no doubting that his breathing was becoming shallower.

Sirius nodded as Remus conjured up a stretcher which he carefully levitated Harry onto, wincing every time he unconsciously flinched in pain, right now all that mattered was that Harry was safe.

The two Marauders made their way down the stairs, Remus being careful to keep an eye on the levitated stretcher as Sirius stayed by Harry's side, clinging to his hand.

"They've gone." Sirius growled as they looked around at where only ten minutes ago the Dursley's had been cowering. "The stinking coward…"

"Sirius, we can think about this later, right now we have to get Harry help." Remus reminded him softly with just a note of the anxiety that he was feeling.

Sirius of course knew that he was right, Harry was what mattered most of all, but there was still a part of him that wanted nothing more than to teach the Dursley's a lesson, to let them know exactly what happened when they hurt somebody that he loved.
He wanted to take off after them, after all they were only muggles they couldn't have got that far…

"Sirius." Remus quietly said, sensing his thoughts. "Don't do this. Harry needs you. Don't choose revenge….not this time."

Those words were like a knife through Sirius' heart, but Remus was right. He looked at Harry and then looked around the Dursley's home. This was what had happened the last time he had chosen to get revenge, when he had chased after Pettigrew that night he had condemned Harry to a life with the Dursley's. He was not about to let that happen again.

He nodded to Remus as they both walked out the door, but not before Sirius vowed to make them pay…one way or another.

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