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Chapter 1

Harry James Potter woke up to his father shaking him angrily. "You lazy bastard, get up and make breakfast. It's Violet's 11th birthday, and I'll be damned if I let you ruin it!"

Harry sighed as his father left, annoyed that James didn't realize it was his birthday too. Not that he ever did; Harry couldn't remember ever celebrating his birthday with Violet. It was always Violet this and Violet that, never did anyone care about him. Well, actually, his godfather, Sirius Black, did, but he was barely ever around. He was an Auror, and was constantly going on long business trips.

Harry headed downstairs and started cooking bacon and eggs. Just then his sister walked in, and shrieked "What the hell are you doing here? Are you trying to ruin my birthday? You little evil…"

"I'm cooking your breakfast, unless of course you want to do it yourself," Harry replied, annoyed at his sister's cocky attitude. Just because she was thought to be the damn girl-who-lived….

"You should have done it ages ago," Violet started sobbing, hoping for some attention from her father or his friends. "I don't want to see you on MY birthday!"

Just then James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew ran in, after hearing Violet's screams. Remus Lupin was Violet's godfather, and only cared about the girl-who-lived and his best friends. Harry supposed that he was too happy that he had friends to care that James was always abusing his son. Peter Pettigrew was James' other best friend, having been forgiven for selling the Potters to Voldemort when he claimed that he had been acting under the imperious. Everyone knew that Peter was the only marauder who had never been able to even come close to throwing off the curse, and so it was quite believable. Harry, however, had seen Peter's dark mark, and knew that he had given away his mother's life of his own free will. But there was no use in telling his family that, for they would just ignore him or beat him for coming up with such a lie.

"HARRISON JAMES POTTER, WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR SISTER NOW?" James roared as he grabbed Harry and yanked him over to the basement. "All we ask for you is to be nice to her one freakin' day of the year, but can you? No! You evil freak!" James started beating Harry, kicking him and punching him like there was no tomorrow. After he finished, he left Harry lying on the cold cement floor, whimpering and throwing up blood.

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Hours later, Harry lay in his bedroom, the house-elves tending to his many wounds. He was silent for a while, until he looked at his favorite house-elf, the one who tended to act like a mother towards him.

"Jinky? Why does my father hate me so?"

She stared at him sympathetically before answering, "Jinky doesn't know this, sir. But Jinky believes that sir's father has let the fame go to his head. Because sir is not famous, sir's father does not love him."

Harry sighed. "He blames me, doesn't he? For Mother's death, I mean."

"Jinky suspects so, sir. But sir should know that the mistress chose to give her life for sir's. Tis not your fault, sir, and it would be an insult to the mistress's memory to believe otherwise."

Harry smiled at her slightly. "I know, Jinky. I know."
The house-elf smiled back at him, before remembering, "Sir, there was some mail for you this morning."

Harry grinned at this. "It must be my Hogwarts letter," he said excitedly.

"Indeed, sir," Another house-elf called Lobby replied, giving him the piece of parchment. He quickly unfolded it and skimmed through it, before shrieking, "Yes! I'm finally leaving here, finally leaving James, and Peter, and Remus!"

"Jinky wishes sir good luck at Hogwarts. Jinky will be missing sir, but will be happy for sir if sir be happy."

"Harry grinned at Jinky. "I'll be missing you too, you know."

"Sir is healed now," said Lobby. "We shall leave you be, and get back to our work."

Harry thanked the house-elves as they left, and then leaned back on his bed. His last coherent though before falling into a deep, peaceful, sleep was 'I can't wait till September 1st, when I can leave here and not come back till June!"

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