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AN: I have not written in a long time but I do plan on continuing this story. I'm not sure when I may go back to the others but I wish to continue those as well. If you have read this before I ask you to go back and read it again as all the chapters have been updated and reviewed. Thanks DragonFoxx

Welcome to My Life

Chapter 2 (Nothings fine, I'm torn)

Nothings fine, I'm torn. I'm all out of faith. This is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed, lying naked on the floor.

Illusion never changed into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. Your a little late I'm already torn.

Natalie Imbruglia – Torn

(One week later – June 2nd -8th)

A week after Harry had come 'home' he received an answer letter from Remus. It was not what he was expecting.

Harry,

Please call me Remus or Moony. I am no longer your Professor and hope that I am still your friend. I don't blame you and neither should you blame yourself. Sirius' death was not your fault, nor was him coming to the ministry that night. It was Dumbledore who asked him to go and Belitrix who's curse flung him through the veil. Most of all I blame her. You should too, she goes right up there with Peter on my 'to get' list. By the way, that particular one is coming close, but keep that quiet till we have him.

Dumbledore received your first letter to the order and I assume it will continue this way. He told us all that you said you were fine, but wanted to be alone. If that is the case I won't write again till you write back to me. Just don't forget to write your friends. I must say again that I hope I am still one of them. I know Tonks wishes to be writing to you as well. Oh dear, I'm sorry to say that I must be going. Remember Harry, don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault and I don't blame you. I know Sirius wouldn't blame you either.

I love you pup

Moony

To say that Harry was surprised would be an understatement. He was very grateful to Remus for the letter. It had helped with his feelings. And to know that Dumbledore got his first letter but no one else had actually seen it. That was interesting to know.

When Harry had finished reading the letter from Remus he had laid down on his bed. It was late and he was tired. He had been doing hard chores all week and now with the words of Moony he finally let himself cry. He missed Sirius.

Harry fell asleep with silent tears slowly running down his cheeks.

(June 9th)

The next morning Harry woke and hid the letter from Moony then wrote a short note to the Order/Dumbledore. It simply said 'I'm fine' while adding a few more words in to make it more of a note. Heading down stairs to make breakfast like usual, he left the note on the kitchen table for his Uncle to go over when he got up.

"Boy go send this. I don't want any Freaks coming here." Vernon said to Harry as he passed out the door headed for work. Harry took the note from his uncle and did indeed send it off with Hedwig. He then came back down and got the list of chores from his aunt. Surprisingly she smiled lightly at him, confusing him greatly. Of course the smile fled when Dudley came into the room with Piers Porkins following, having come in from the back yard.

"Mum, were going out. I'll be home latter." Dudley said.

"Ok dear. You two have fun now." Petunia gushed back as Dudley and Piers walked through the living room and out the front door. "Harry, try and get these all done before you Uncle comes home. I will help with those inside the house while you are outside." This said Petunia turned and walked into the kitchen and, closing all the curtains, began working.

Harry stood there stunned. 'What just happened? Who is that woman, Aunt Petunia would never help with chores.' Harry looked at just what was on the list his Uncle had left Petunia to give to him. He would never get it all done. 'Shit. Well I guess I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth now should I. I just hope Vernon doesn't find out. Better get outside and started.'

With that Harry left through the back door and headed to the shed. He had gardening to do first.

Harry spent the rest of the day working on the outdoor chores. An hour before his Uncle was due home for dinner he went back inside to see the place spotless. Petunia was sitting in the living room watching TV when Harry walked in. "Why?"

Petunia smiled at him. "Harry I've never hated you. It will take a while to explain and neither of us have that time right now. I promise I will tell you. Now Vernon will be back soon and so will Dudley. Why don't you get a quick shower then finish up dinner. I promise I will tell you when we won't be overheard." Harry was stunned. "Go on now." Petunia finished with a light shove up the stairs.

Harry had his shower and had then come down to finish the dinner that Aunt Petunia had started. By the time both his Uncle and Cousin got home it was done and on the table. When Vernon came in it was easy to guess that he had not had a good day. That didn't bode well for that night for Harry.

When dinner was done and Harry finished cleanup Vernon yelled at him to get upstairs. Not wanting to make it worse he did so, Vernon following him up only to shut and lock him into his room.

The next few hours were spent with Harry mentally trying to relax. He had been thinking about it for a while and come to the conclusion that to 'Clear his mind' for ocllimency it would be beneficial to meditate. He had heard about muggle meditation and felt that it couldn't hurt and even if it didn't help with ocllimency that it would help keep his temper in check anyways. Harry was also lucky that Dudley's broken and unwanted things were still in the room. That included a few books on meditation and Judo from when his cousin had been interested in it. Though that had only lasted a month at most.

After an hour to read the beginning meditation book Harry decided to try it out. Beginning to meditate, Harry worked at it for another hour, which was when his door opening interrupted him. Of course who came through was not good for Harry.

Vernon smelled decidedly of liquor and had a face purple as a grape. 'He must have had a worse day than I thought to get drunk. Shit this is not good.'

The first hit was a punch to the side of his head knocking him off the bed where he had been sitting cross-legged to do his meditations. Of course with him on the floor now there were more options for Vernon to hit him with. As this thought ran through Harry's mind said options commenced. First the belt was brought out for a short term. Harry was then kicked a few times, each one moving his body till he was more or less laying crumpled face down. Then the belt came again this time to his full back. Whipping intermingled with kicks and derogatory comments on how he, his parents, friends, and anything magical were freaks, useless, and disgraceful. Harry was blamed for everything wrong in Vernon's life and during the whole thing worked hard not to make one sound. That would only egg on the brut standing over him.

After a while Vernon got fed up with the quiet and his over exhaustion. He left his nephew on the floor of the room and locked the door after it was closed. Harry for his part tried to get onto the bed. Unfortunately for him it wasn't working very well. He tried looking around but it was too dark and he didn't have his glasses on. This was a good thing to some extant as they were still whole for he had taken them off for the meditation. 'Shit' Harry thought, he still could barely move. He could unerringly feel liquid on the floor around him. It could only be blood.

Hedwig came to the window and gave a small hoot at the site of her master. "Sorry girl I can't move right now. I hope you don't have a letter. I can't let Vernon find it and I certainly can't move to get it off of you tonight." Harry groaned as he tried to move again. That was a bad idea though as Harry blacked out from the motion, still lying on the floor in a small pool of blood.

Hedwig gave another small hoot and as she understood her master, wizarding owls are quite intelligent. She left out the window with one more sad look at the injured boy in the room. A roll of parchment tied to her leg. She would come back tomorrow when the males were gone. The bad surrounding the female was gone. She would help.

(End of second beating – night June 9th )

(June 10th )

The next day Vernon came into the room while Harry was still out. Kicking the still form he got no reaction. Seeing the boy still breathing he sneered. 'Well if the Freak was going to be unconscious then he would stay locked up for the next few days. No food and certainly no help. Freak!' Vernon gave another kick to Harry's stomach and walked back out of the room. He had to get to Petunia up now to make breakfast then get to work.

Later that morning after Vernon and Dudley had both left Petunia went and unlocked her nephew's door and went inside. After closing the door she turned around and saw him. Still lying on the floor in a small pool of blood was her dear sister's son. She cringed, hating that she had not gotten around that spell earlier.

Petunia went back out of Harry's room and into the bathroom getting some supplies to clean the wounds. Even she knew that she couldn't bandage them or Vernon would find out then they would both be in danger. No that wouldn't be possible she needed to do this quietly to keep them both safe.

Entering back into the bedroom she took some scissors to the shirt Harry was partially wearing. Cutting a small nitch at the neck she tore the rest off so as not to leave any marks that she was there. Lying the shirt into the blood on the floor so that it would soak it up she go to work carefully washing Harry's back of the blood as well with a damp warm rag.

Once as clean as she could get him she worked to get him on the bed carefully. It was at this time that Harry started to wake. "Why are you helping me? Today, yesterday. What changed you?" Harry rasped.

"Oh Harry. I was always like this. Till Dumbledore came. I'm a Squib not a muggle. I knew that a long time ago, and never really minded. I was happy that your mother was a full witch. The first in our family since your great-great grandparents. We were all proud. She was still considered a muggle born though as no one knew of our family. We had hidden the name a long time ago. Only the Goblins know the truth." Petunia began. Harry not knowing what to say and having his back soothed remained quiet. He was curious what Dumbledore had to do with everything.

Petunia got to that next. "When Lily and James were killed and you came to us Vernon was wary. I had told him a bit about our family after my parents death. He was apprehensive but still had married me so would deal with it if any thing came up about it. Well you did.

"For a while he was ok with it. You and Dudley slept in separate cribs and did well together. Then you did your first piece of magic. Vernon freaked for loss of a better term. Of course it didn't help that Dumbledore came soon after that. I was excited for you. You were still so young and already doing magic. It was wonderful. Dumbledore hated it.

"He cornered me to 'ask me some questions' and put a 'spell of character' on me connecting it to Vernon's character. This not only began to change my views of magic and my sister's son but also my appearance. It took only two years for it to be complete to the way you saw me just last year. Vernon was never wiser due to Dumbledore and you began to be neglected, while my good son was spoiled and corrupted."

Petunia smiled softly at Harry as he looked at her in horror. "Yea, not what you expected of Dumbledore. You probably don't even believe me." His Aunt said to him sadly.

"No I believe you. You are even beginning to look different. But why now? What's changed?" Harry asked.

"As far as I can remember Dumbledore came by once every few years, usually when your magic was very strong. He had to strengthen the spell on me and he always placed a restriction spell on you. You wound up with 5 restriction spells I believe. Maybe more since you have been around him more now. Last year was different. After your first year he came every year before you came home to strengthen the spell but after your fourth year he didn't come. I assume it was because things started to pick up in the Wizarding World with the rebirth of Voldemort. He never had time.

"Who really knows maybe he thought it was no longer needed. I really couldn't tell you. But now with my 'awakening' I guess you could call it. I want to help you as I should have been doing long before now. I have a lot to tell you about our family. Dudley is too far gone and I have done a Squib curse on his descendants that turn out like him. That is one family secret. Anyways let's finish getting you fixed up."

Petunia did as she proposed and finished getting Harry back on his feet. She brought him some lunch, and just as she was leaving again she heard the hoot of an owl. The two of them both looked to the window to see Hedwig with a scroll on her leg. Seeing Harry was still having trouble moving Petunia went over to the window.

Hedwig noticing that the female was helping her master was more than happy to let her take the letter off of her. She knew that the female would be good. It was never her fault for being bad in the first place. No that was reserved for the Old One. Hedwig never really liked the Old One. His second lady was nice though, even if she could turn into a cat.

Petunia brought the scroll over to Harry. "I'll leave you now. Don't forget to hide that before Vernon gets back. We'll talk again later." With that she bent over Harry slightly and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead, then quietly left the room.

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