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Chapter 3

I Can't Take It Anymore

Maybe Harry Potter was just weird?

Well, he knew that...

The strange scar on his forehead was evidence enough of that. Not to mention his so-called family regularly informed him that he was indeed a freak of nature. He'd made things happen before, things that shouldn't have been possible. One time, his cousin Dudley had been pushing him around again, and, somehow, Dudley had tripped over his own big feet. Harry hadn't been near him… Dudley ended up knocking over Aunt Petunia's favorite lamp. Dudley hadn't been blamed, of course; Dudley was perfect. The smaller boy had been locked in his cupboard for a week after that…

He often wondered if anyone had ever loved him. If they had, then why did he have to live with his aunt and uncle? Had he done something to make his mum and dad not want him anymore?

Harry Potter was, in one word to describe it, fed-up.

Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Aunt Marge could always find some kind of fault in him comparison to Dudley. Harry sighed from his spot on the floor and let his tired armrest for a moment after washing the windows for the second time that day.

Harry stared out the window at the fun his cousin and friends were having when they beat the piñata senseless, candy squeezing its way through the ripped seams. A tear dripped down those baby cheeks, down his chin to pool in the indentation of the six – year – old neck. It was Dudley's friends' birthday; Philip Piers and they were celebrating his birthday at the Dursley's home.

Philip and Dudley were having a great time, laughing and joking and eating many and many sweets. Harry was not allowed to join in as usual in these situations. It was always like this, for as long as the lonely boy could remember. Which was pretty long, the boy knew. At least five years and to a boy at the tender age of six, that was a long time. He never got presents or sweets or friends. He never got anything… not even affection. These dreary and gray thoughts made the tears pour even harder down the little boy's face, streaking shiny trails down to his pointy little chin.

Night…

It could have only been a couple of hours, less than one, before Harry realized that sleep was not his biggest concern that night. A loud sound like an explosion rocked No. 4 Privet Drive from ground to roof. Harry sat bolt upright in his little tiny padded bed within an instant.

He could hear sounds through his cupboard door, as if people were rummaging around. So whoever had created the noise that had woken him was already in the house, and it would only be a matter of moments before his aunt and uncle would wake up and come to investigate the noise themselves.

Sirius and Remus P. O. V.

"…What if he doesn't like me, Moony?" Sirius asked his friend uncertainly, speaking up for the first time since the two had apparated to Privet Dr.

"He's Prongs' Son, Padfoot! Of course he'll like you!" Remus reassured him as they walked around inside the Dursley's room as Sirius gulped nervously and nodded.

Not one picture of Harry hung on the walls, not one indication said another child even lived here. And that was not helping the intensifying foreboding that was filling the two men. When they were sure they had checked every nook and cranny and had found nothing, they returned to the kitchen.

"Where is he?" Sirius demanded heatedly, trying to suppress his rising panic.

That's when the Dursley's came down stairs and into the kitchen to the source of the racket.

"Tell us where Harry is, now, or the next spell that will be coming out my wand wont be a pretty sight towards you." Remus advised the pale looking Vernon. Petunia fell to here knees next to here son and husband fearfully, one hand still covering her mouth while her other shakily raised and pointed past the two men toward the staircase. They both whipped around, and for the first time, saw the cupboard that was inconspicuously located there.

How could they do this to a child? Sirius thought furiously. James's son no less!

"Alohomora." Whispered Remus, pointing his wand at the lock, and the door easily swung open.

Harry's P. O.V.

' Oh no, the people are looking for me? And what did the mean by using a wand? Are they wizards? No, there are no such things! They're probably going to kill me…'

Normal vision…

There sat, arms around his knees, holding them to his chest, face buried in them, sobbing silently, was none other than Harry James Potter.

To say the least, Sirius and Remus were thunderstruck at the sight. The boy wore torn clothes, and had innumerable bruises, cuts, and scrapes. From what they could see of the top of his head, he had Raven-Black hair that was extremely untied. If it wasn't for him being so young, they could easily have mistaken him for James. The boy and his father would have been like twins if James where still alive. Harry was practically James's clone!

It was obvious that Harry had been severely mistreated; it was all too easy to tell. A hatred rose in the two friends that they hadn't had since Peter Pettigrew escaped, but it was overcome by the worry they had for their new charge. His welfare was what they needed to think of first.

"Harry?" Sirius spoke gently, stretching out a hand to touch the boy.

The raven-haired boy's head shot up at being addressed, eyes clouded by tears tried to find the source of the voice that he had never heard before, but landed first on the hand that was inching ever closer. Immediately, as though he had been hit, he recoiled from the touch. The adult wizards then realized that the boy's tearstained face and bright Emerald Green eyes, shining with tears, were fearful.

What did these Muggles do to you? They both thought to themselves.

Absentmindedly, though, they did notice the one thing of James's Harry didn't have. The Hazel eyes that always had glint of mischief in them. He did not have the hazel eyes of his father but the emerald eyes of his mother, Lily Potter.

"It's alright, Harry, we aren't here to hurt you." Sirius murmured soothingly. This did absolutely nothing to un-tense Harry; on the contrary, he tensed all the more, as though expecting a hard blow.

"W-who…w-who are y-you?" Harry inquired, apprehension and fear evident in his young voice, as he slowly released his knees.

"I'm Sirius Black, and this, here, is my good friend Remus Lupin. We were close friends with your parents." Sirius explained, smiling warmly, happy Harry was at least talking to them, albeit fearfully.

Were they really friends with my mummy and daddy? Harry thought curiously. The raven-haired boy smiled slightly, uncertainly…almost shyly. Sirius and Remus smiled warmly back at him. Harry wiped his face on his sleeve, doing his best to rid himself of his tear.

Hmm…I did the best I could with this chapter really, I did.