Chapter 1

Punch to the gut. "Get out of my house you freak! I don't know why I haven't just killed you yet!" Vernon Dursley yells as he shoves Harry towards the door. Smack upside the head. "Stop tainting my house. Don't come back till dark. Or at all." Harry rushes out the door and down the street, clutching his stomach where he's sure a new bruise will appear. Ambling down to the local park, Harry plants himself on a swing and sits and thinks about the last school year. Death Eater attack at the World Cup, entered into the Triwizard tournament by a polyjuiced Death Eater pretending to be an ex-auror Professor, battle a dragon, fight merepeople, dangerous maze with an contestant under the imperious curse, portkey tournament cup, "Kill the spare", Voldemort resurrection, "Take my body back Harry". "Well boys look who it is. Potter. Cries in his bed every night. Yelling for Cedric. Cedric! NO! Who's Cedric Potter? Your boyfriend." Dudley and his friends laugh. "He's going to kill me mum! Where's your mum Potter? She dead?" They laugh louder. Harry jumps up and places his wand under Dudley's fat chin. Dudley shakes in fright but his friends, who are unaware of magic laugh harder. The wind picks up and the sky turns black. "What are you doing?!" Dudley yells over the wind. "I'm not doing anything." Harry yells. "Run!" Dudley's friends, already leaving the park, are just a speck in the distant while Harry and Dudley run as quick as they can. "It's not a storm! It's magic! Evil magic!" Dudley grows paler and looks like he's going to be ill. Running under a bridge they stop for a breath but out of the corner of his eye Harry sees Dudley being drug backwards by a dementor. Before he can raise his wand, one grabs him by the throat, holding him against the wall, attempt to suck out his sole. Harry grits his teeth. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A great blue stag leaps from Harry's wand and chases the dementors out of the tunnel. Harry rushes to Dudley and pulls him to stand. "Come on! We have to get home!"

Harry sees his muggle neighbor walking towards them and is quick to hide his wand. Mrs. Figg holds out a hand, "Don't put your wand away yet Harry. They might come back." Harry looks at her bewildered but does as he's told and walks back to Privet Drive. When they arrive at Number four Mrs. Figg looks around. "Go in quickly and stay inside. I'll alert Dumbledore." Harry widens his eyes. "H-how." She smiles slightly. "I'm a squib Harry. Now go. Hurry." Harry nods and rushes Dudley into the house. "DUDERS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM YOU FREAK! VERON!" Petunia screams. Vernon rushes into the room. "GOD DAMNIT WHAT HAVE YOU DONE NOW BOY!" He shoves Harry into the wall. "G-get him some chocolate." Harry whispers shakily. Petunia snaps her head to Harry and snarls. "What?!" Harry clears his throat. "Chocolate. It will help offset the effects from the dementors that attacked us." Vernon rushed and grabbed him by the throat, face red in anger. "So, you admit! You attacked him with your freaky magic!" He slams Harry's head against the wall and Harry's vision blurs from the hit and losing oxygen from the meat hands squeezing the life out of him. Harry starts going limp and Vernon throws him to the floor and kicks his ribs. Harry cries out and attempts to sit up. Just then an owl flies in dropping a letter into Harry's lap. It unfolds and begins to speak.

"Dear Mr. Potter, we have received intelligence that you preformed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you have already received an official warning for a previous offence under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statue of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 a.m. on the twelfth of August. Hoping you are well, Yours Sincerely, Mafalda Hopkirk. Improper Use of Magic Office Ministry of Magic."

The room was silent except for Dudley's drying heaving, when all of the sudden Vernon burst out laughing. "Ha Ha! Justice!! You will never leave this house again!" Petunia, worrying of Dudley, convinced Vernon to take him to the local hospital. Vernon grabbed Harry by the Harry and drug him up the stairs to his room. Throwing him inside, Vernon locked his door with a shout. "See if you'll ever see the light of day again boy."

Harry sat on his bed, silently tears leaking from his eyes. Maybe he could go on the run with Sirius. At least they'd be together. Ron and Hermione… he wouldn't see them again… or Fred... and George. This was terrible. Ripping off his bloody shirt, Harry looked into the mirror. Bright angry bruises littered his chest and abdomen. His ribs, most likely cracked, ached with every breath. Blood dried on the back of his head and down his chin. A loud crack sounded from below and stomping on the stairs. Harry grabbed his wand and standing as tall as he could without too much pain, steady himself for a fight. Locks disengaged the door slowly cracked upon and Harry was blinded by a wand light. "Wotcher Harry… Harry! What happened to you!" A witch with bubblegum pink Harry ran over to Harry, looking him over. Next a man with a magic roving eye and a fake leg hobbled into the room. "Alright, no time for chit chat… Boy! What happened to you!" Moody growled. Harry blinked and swallowed. "Professor, what are you doing here?" Moody rolled his real eye while the magic one swirled around. "I aint your professor boy. Call me Moody or Mad-eye. We'll heal you up when we get to headquarters." Harry's eyes widened and looked between the two. "What's headquarters." The pink haired auror smiled. "Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix of course." Harry still looked confused and Moody gruffed out, "Come on Nymphadora gather his things. We'll explain on the way." Her hair turned red. "Don't. Call me. Nymphadora." Then looked to Harry. "Call me Tonks." She smiled. "Where's your things?" Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Umm... downstairs, cupboard under the stairs. Locked up. I'll grab Hedwig."

Harry grabbed the birds caged and showed the aurors the way to the cupboard, which Moody blasted open. Once outside they explained they'd be flying so Tonks shrunk his things for him and put them in her pocket. The night was cold without a shirt on, but Harry was happy to be free. They explained to him briefly that the Order was to fight Voldemort and that they'd be going to Headquarters where he'd get to spend time with Sirius. Beyond happy, for the first time all summer, Harry almost forgot about his injuries until he landed and crouched on the ground, grunting in pain. Tonks ran to his side. "You okay there Harry?" She looked to Mad-eye, "should we get poppy?" Mad-eye looked Harry over. "Let's get inside first before someone catches us. Come on lad, not much farther. Here hurry and read this, or you can't get in." Harry squinted trying to read the paper "The Headquarters of The Order of The Phoenix can be found at 12 Grimmauld Place in London." Once done, Harry tried to watch Number 11 move away from Number 13 and Number 12 appear, but he started coughing un-contourable and spewing blood onto the sidewalk. Tonks grabbed him under one arm while Mad-eye got the other "Oh merlin! Hurry!" Tonks whispered.

Inside of Number 12 Remus Lupin and Sirius Black sat around an old kitchen table with the Order of the Phoenix waiting for their first meeting since 1981 to start. Suddenly Remus sat up and whispered to Sirius, "Padfoot, I smell blood… and… Harry!" Just as Sirius and Remus jumped up the heard Tonks yelling from the front door, "REMUS! SIRIUS!" Running as fast as they could the rounded the corner to find Tonks and Mad-eye dragging an unconscious, shirtless, and bleeding Harry into the house. "What the hell happened?!" Sirius yelled. Tonks and Mad-eye propped Harry up on the couch while Remus ran to the floo to call for Madam Pompfrey. Tonks frowned at Sirius, "I don't know. He was like that when we showed up. Didn't say." Mad-eye grabbed a glass of firewhiskey and downed it. "They had four bloody locks on his bedroom door. On the outside! His school things locked in a cupboard under the stairs, which by the way had a baby mattress, covered in dried blood. Kid looked like he hasn't eaten in days." Sirius started pacing, cursing under his breath as Dumbledore and Pompfrey came into the room. "OH MY!" Pompfrey exclaimed as she ran a diagnostic over Harry. "Punctured lung, two broken ribs, a third is cracked, mild concussion, internal and external bruising on the abdomen, bruising on his back, mild contusion on the back of his head. Malnourished and dehydrated severely and that's without looking too deep. Seems to have been exposed to dementors recently."

Everyone in the room paled and Remus stuttered out, "D-dementors? That's why he used his Patronus! That was an emergency! That doesn't count!" Dumbledore placed a hand on Remus' shoulder. "Yes Remus, and I will be sure that they are aware of the circumstances come his hearing." Sirius threw his glass against the wall and drew his wand, placing it under Dumbledore's chin. "You said he was safe! You said he'd be fine with those people! I was there ready to take him home as a baby, but no! You told Hagrid to take him from me ON YOUR BLOODY ORDERS! You condemned him to 14 years with magic hating muggles!" Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius and drug him back away from Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked down at Harry and in his best grandfather voice spoke calmly. "I assure you Sirius, I was not aware of him receiving any treatment like this. Who knows, maybe he was roughhousing with another boy-" Tonks cut him off, hair turning red. "A BLOODY BABY BED! IN A CUPBOARD! UNDER THE STAIRS! FOUR LOCKS ON HIS FUCKING DOOR!" Breathing heavily Tonks stalked out of the room, slamming the door shut. Sirius turned to Dumbledore. "You and mad-eye go to the meeting. Let us know what's up after. I'm not leaving Harry." Remus stood tall. "Neither am I." Dumbledore eyed both men and nodded. "Very well. I will ward the door to assure Harry's privacy. Poppy do let us know the end results." Dumbledore and mad-eye exited and Poppy Pompfrey walked over to the firewhiskey, took a shot, and cursed under her breath just loud enough for the marauders to hear. "Fucking roughhousing. He's barmy."

Silence fell as Madam Pompfrey dosed Harry with potions and deft wand movements. Finally, she cleaned the blood from his chest and summoned a blanket to cover him. "Whenever you are ready Sirius. He can go to bed now. He'll probably sleep through the night. I gave him some dreamless sleep so he would not feel the pain of the skele-grow on his ribs." Sirius stood and guided Madam Pompfrey to his suite. "You can put him in my bed Poppy. I don't want to leave him alone." Poppy nodded her assent and arranged Harry carefully. Leaving a list of the potions he would need; she went to leave the room before a hand on her arm stopped her. Looking up into Sirius' face. "Poppy, could you give me a list of all the injuries you found with the clarification that you did not do an in-depth diagnostic, and then your treatment plan. I'd like to have it… just in case." Nodding sadly, she produced the paperwork for the young animagus and slipped out of the room to the sound of quiet crying from two men who have already lost too much.