He laid in bed panting, his black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His eyes were shut tight and he tried to will his mind somewhere else; anywhere to get his mind off of the events that had taken place during his first week back at the Dursley's. Sure, his time with them had never been the best but it had not been this bad; not ever. He tried to roll onto his side to get into a more comfortable position but pain over took his body, it shot through him like a fire in his veins. And all he could think about was what had happen to him that day, how he wish Sirius would appear out of no where and save him. Yes, he could have sent Hedwig to Sirius with a letter but Harry could not even muster the energy to even write a letter, let along pull his bruised and tattered body across the room to where the great snowy white owl was in her cage. And plus he knew that Sirius was busy now trying to get everything set in order so Harry could come live with him and he did not want to bother his Godfather. Not over something as stupid as his Uncle hitting him. But, ah he did more than just hit you Harry. Look at the state you are in. Can't even move from your bed. He tried to block out the nagging voice in the back of his mind, yes he knew that his Uncle had indeed did more than just hit him. But he did not want to think about it, he was supposed to be strong. He was not supposed to be weak. His stomach lurched as he heard footsteps outside of his door, there was no way it could already be Vernon; for he had taught the boy a lesson already this morning with his belt slashing against Harry's pale white skin. Harry tighten his eyes as he heard the door being open and heard the footsteps that belong to none other than Vernon Durlsey.

"Boy!" Vernon barked, Harry knew he was in for it. He was not for sure what he had done. In fact he hadn't even left his room in two days because of the injuries he had received. But he was sure that in no time Vernon would tell him exactly what he had done wrong. Harry opened his eyes just in time to see Vernon grasp him by the arm and pull him off of the bed, there was a stabbing pain in his side as he moved and he knew that the injuries he had must be worse than what he wanted to believe. Vernon shoved him against the wall and put his face just inches away from Harry's and spat into his face before shaking the scared boy, "You are such a piece of shit! You should have died with your parents!" Vernon shoved him more against the wall putting some of his weight against the small boy, "We housed you all this time and look at you! No good and such an ungrateful little shit. You know why I've done this to you boy?"

Harry looked at the man frighten, afraid to answer him. Vernon took his free hand and smacked Harry as hard as he could across the face, "You bloody answer me!"

"N-no, I don't." whispered Harry.

"I'll tell you why, you freak." Vernon made a blow to the side of Harry's head which caused the boy to see stars for a moment, "because of you and your freakish ways I lost my job! This is all your fault. And there is no one here to save you. No one here to save their poor Harry Potter! No one loves you, you freak. Not even that bastard of a Godfather. But he's not much of a Godfather, eh? Not even bothering to see if your ass is still alive."

Tears threatened Harry's eyes but he refused to have Vernon see him cry, that would only give the man more pleasure in knowing that he caused Harry pain. He shook Harry violently before pushing him down onto the floor and before Harry could even prepare himself Vernon began to kick him as hard as he could in the sides before he bent down and smack Harry as hard as he could in the face. Harry could taste blood now flowing into his mouth and received one more kick in his side, "Don't think I'm done with you boy!" Vernon barked as he turned and left the room. As soon as the door was closed Harry allowed his tears to fall, he put his hand to mouth and pulled away to see it covered in blood. If only the entire Wizarding World could see him now, so much for being the boy who lived. He began to slip in and out of conscienceness but he could hear the Owl in the corner of room trying to frantically get out of her cage.

"Hedwig..." he half whispered and choked her name, she became louder hooting and trying to escape and get to him. She was his last hope and he silently begged her to find a way out of her cage. He open his eyes bleary to see the owl sticking her head between the bars trying to peck at the lock. He needed to help her, to get her out of that cage. He tried to sit up but let out a cry of pain and at this the Owl stuck one of her feet through the bars as well biting and scratching at the lock with all she had in her. Another cry escaped Harry lips and the owl busted the lock on her cage and it swung open. She flew over to Harry who reached up a hand and tried to stroke her head,

"Sirius...Hedwig. You have t-to get him." the owl gave a soft hoot and nipped gently at Harry's hand before flying out of the open that had been open earlier that morning by Vernon himself who hoped the cold and rainy weather would reach his nephew.

"Please help me S-Sirius-" and the world around Harry became black.

Sirius Black was not a nervous man but he felt as if something was not quite right, he paced the length of Remus's front room running a hand over his face. He was not even that nervous hours ago at the Ministry as he waited to see if his name was cleared or not. When the jury came back and declared him innocent and free of all charges he was ecstatic, so much that when he left the courtroom he grabbed his old friend Remus and waltzed around the waiting room with him. The sight was something to beheld as seeing that Sirius was not much of a dancer, or just the simple fact of seeing an ex-convict doing a waltz in middle of the Ministry Courts with a werewolf. But he did not care, he was more excited than he had ever been. But now, now that nervous feeling had consumed him. Something did not seem right.

"Sirius, could you please stop pacing?" Lupin asked as he looked up from a book he had been reading. He had been trying to ignore Sirius but could no longer do so, the man's pacing was beginning to make even him nervous.

"Something doesn't feel right Moony. Something feels...off." Sirius stopped and turned to face his friend.

"Why don't you go owl Harry? I'm sure he is anxious to here from you! And let him know we're in the process of getting things ready so he can come live with us...you." He gave Sirius a warm smile who returned it but wrung his hands together.

"Yeah, I think I will. He's probably worried about me knowing him."

Sirius moved into the kitchen and began to look for a quill and parchment. Remus gave a sigh of relief to have his friend out of his hair for a bit. He shook his smiling and went back to his before. But there was only a moment of quite for him,

"Heeeey Remus." he knew that tone when coming from Sirius knew that either a.) he was up to something or b.) he was about to annoy Moony. Neither of which the man was looking towards.

"Yes Padfoot?"

"When do we get to get Harry?"

The man bounded back into the front room, his gray eyes shinning with anticipation and joy.

"Soon. I thought you were writing him a letter?"

"Yeah, I was but than I got bored and wanted to see my best friend in the entire world."

"Go finish the letter."

He couldn't help but smile as Sirius made his way back into the kitchen, he swore at time that the man was five and not grown. After about ten minutes he heard a tapping sound, it was probably Sirius. Whenever he would get bored or antsy he would tap his fingers or wand against something. Remus heard the sound again,

"Sirius...stop."

"I'm not even doing anything!"

"The tapping..."

"It's me...for once. I thought it was you."

Remus laid his book down and looked around the room puzzled as they both heard the sound once more. Than he realized where it was coming from, the window. Remus got up with Sirius right behind and walked over to the window in the front room, outside of it before even opening the window he could see a large white owl. He opened the window and the owl climbed through in a frantic.

"Is that...Hedwig?" Remus spoke, Sirius walked over next to him to get a better look at the bird who was hooting and now trying to nip the men.

"I believe it is, but why would she be here without Harry or even a letter..."

But Sirius paid no attention to Remus, the owl had perched on the windowsill and the bright red blood that was on her head stood out against her snow white feathers.

"Remus...Remus..." he shook his friend and pointed at the bird, "There's blood on her. Harry's blood is on Hedwig..."

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