I am sooo sorry for the wait, I've been so busy between indoor track, my senior project, scholarship stuff, and midterms this week. Not to mention my internet has been on the fritz... ugg, but, here it is, chapter number five, it is a shorter one, but I will get more up soon, dont worry. and I'm sorry for not responding to any reviews, somebody asked why it was AU, so I just want to say that it's AU cause the timeline for the Gibbs family is altered slightly, Kelly was in kindergarten in 1992, after this story takes place, and here they are in year five (going by age, they would have been in fourth grade in the US), I also don't think the Gibbs family ever lived in England, so, yeah, AU

Harry curled up into a ball. Hunger pains raged through his body. He hadn't really eaten in the days since Uncle Vernon had locked him in the cupboard. Aunt Petunia has stopped by twice a day with a cup of water and soup so thin it was practically water itself. Neither did anything to fill his stomach. If anything, they made him feel worse, acting as reminders of what his body was missing.

He had no idea how much longer he was going to be put through this. All he knew was that he was supposed to be going back to school on Monday, and it had started on Wednesday.

Blackness was constantly on the edge of his vision, threatening to take him from the conscious world, but he fought it, not wanting to be asleep if Dudley decided to torment him. He did everything he could to stay awake, but he was slowly losing.

He turned his mind to school, reciting his times tables in his head. Five times three is fifteen. Seven times two is fourteen. Three times nine is 27. One times one is one.

Rule number one. Never abandon your friends. Kelly. Sorrow gripped his heart. Was Kelly really his friend? Doubt started to gnaw at him, much like the thirst and hunger. He had been so sure she had really liked him, but as he sat, alone, hungry, and tired, in his dark cupboard, he couldn't know anything for a fact. He couldn't tell what was real, and what was fake.

But Kelly had been so sincere, with her bright red hair, and deep brown eyes. She had actually smile at him. Actually been nice to him.

The thoughts were shoved to the back of his head as another pang of hunger shook his body.

He clenched his eyes shut and focused on his breathing.

In. Out. In. Out. In.. Out.. In.. Out... In... Out... In... Out...

His head rested on his knees as the darkness took over and he fell into unconsciousness.

Kelly pulled her comforter to her chin, the doll her daddy had bought her on one of his trips away was held softly in her arms.

She missed Maddie, but the other girl had moved to Italy, and Kelly was in England. The sent letters to each other, but it wasn't the same. Maddie told her about the fun she had in Italy, about how they went to the beach, and ate pasta almost every day. Kelly told her about how chilly it was in England, but that she had been enrolled in a really nice ballet class.

A thought suddenly crossed her mind, it was Sunday, and tomorrow, Harry would be back at school.

She couldn't wait. She had spent the rest of the week playing with the girls at recess, but all they did was jump rope. She wouldn't mind it, if she was good at jump rope. But she always landed on the rope, or landed too soon and the rope hit her legs.

A smiled crossed Kelly's face as she pulled her comforter tighter around her, and fell into a calm sleep.

So, any comments (other than it's shortness)? please tell, please do:) Oh, and I realized that Kelly actually had brown hair, but, I'm not changing anything in the story, so imagine she got her mothers hair, okay;)