Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they are proudly owned by J.K. Rowling

A/N Hey everyone, I Hope you liked my first chapter of this story, I'm sorry if it was boring, but I hope you kept in mind that it was the first chapter… and that I can't write all the exciting parts or it wouldn't really be a story, but hopefully this makes up for the thirst of action. Thanks again to my Idea Maker, for helping me make this chapter.

Xx Harry Potter and the Unforgettable Destiny xX

I'll tell you now you can't win this, because your way to slow. I'll tell you now I'm gonna take this, did you come here to watch me, watch me burn. I'll let it show that I'm not always hiding, come all the way down and watch me burn, I'll let it show that I'm not always flying, so come all the way down, and I'll watch you burn.-Burn by Three Days Grace

Chapter 2

Xx Burn xX

Harry sat up in his bed, he felt groggy and disoriented. He climbed unsteadily to his feet using the wall for support. He had a slight headache, but he figured it would pass. He made his way for the window, he felt like he had no strength left to pull open the window and let some air pass through his stifling hot room. When he glanced out, he noticed how dark the sky had gotten; he must have slept pretty late. He gave a small yawn before he dragged himself over to the door. Opening it, he was hit with a strong waft of his Aunts cooking. His hand went straight to his stomache and he rushed to the bathroom, once he finished throwing up, he looked at himself in the mirror, his face was thinner, and he could practically see his jaw line and cheek bones clearly through his pale skin.

Harry heard a door slam and cringed at the noise. His Uncle must be home. Harry quickly undressed and turned the shower on. Stepping underneath the warm water he felt relaxed and he let the water soak up his fairly long shaggy black hair until it was drooping in front of his eyes. Just as he was about to start to wash his hair, he heard a big bang somewhere near the stairs, and then a fist slammed against the door, making him jump. Then he heard his Uncle Vernon's voice through the locked door. "Boy! Get out here right now!" He growled. Harry winced and climbed out of the shower, he turned the water off and then grabbing a towel he wrapped it around himself. He quickly brushed back his hair and then unlocked the door to see Uncle Vernon standing there red faced and his vein pulsing out of his neck. Harry was too tired to even look worried. His Uncle grabbed his arm, and dragged him down the stairs.

Harry stumbled but was held up by his Uncle's grip around his bicep. Aunt Petunia was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her hand over her mouth and eyes wide. She looked Harry up and down and noticed that all he had was a towel wrapped around his waist. Aunt Petunia swiftly climbed the stairs and returned a few minutes later with a shirt and pants for Harry to put on. Once He finished that, Uncle Vernon bristling with anger pulled him into the hall and opening the cupboard under the stairs threw him in. Harry landed on his back, with his head hitting the wall. They heard a loud crack, and then Harry passed out.

When Harry regained consciousness a few hours later, Harry heard hurried whispers, and then the voices being raised. He realized that they were outside his door, and that it was Uncle Vernon and Petunia that were arguing.

"I don't care about that insufferable boy; he needs to get out of MY HOUSE!" Uncle Vernon spat at his wife. Aunt Petunia was shaking slightly from her husband's sudden anger.

"B-but he needs to s-stay here, he's got no where else t-to go." Aunt Petunia stuttered. She was afraid of her husband, and afraid that he may actually hurt the boy. Aunt Petunia had never seen Vernon so angry before, not even the time when Harry found out he was a Wizard, and even then it wasn't this bad.

"Then He'll live on the streets for all I CARE!" Uncle Vernon finished in such anger that Petunia took a step back from him. Her eyes were wide with fear. Harry pushed himself out of the Cupboard and was faced with two pairs of eyes, one with fear, and the other with indescribable anger. Harry stared at his Uncle, and felt a strange twinge in his scar. Something wasn't right with his Uncle, more so then normal.

Harry stepped in front of his Aunt and glared at his Uncle. "I can't believe I'm about to say this but I'm not going anywhere, at least until school starts back up." Harry said calmly but his eyes were blazing with a new fury that he didn't think he possessed until this moment.

His Uncle raised his eyebrows at him. "Oh really, and who said you made the rules in MY HOUSE!" Uncle Vernon roared out the last part. Harry winced slightly at the noise, since his head still hurt, and it didn't help that his scar was hurting even more. When Harry glanced back up he noticed a strange redness to Vernon's eyes. At first he thought that his Uncle might be drunk, but then he noticed how well balanced he was, so then he started to come to another conclusion. He drew out his wand, which he always had tucked into his pants, considering he only had one pair that he could still wear. Pointing it at his Uncle he noticed that his eyes didn't show fear and he knew then that something was different. Before he could act on his suspicions, a fist went flying from his left, and it connected with his face. Harry fell to the ground his face sore and red from his Uncle's punch. Harry tried to stand up, but his Uncle kept pushing him back down. Harry turned to move towards the door, but he felt something heavy connect with his abdomen, and he rolled over on to his back his hands on his stomache, looking up he saw his uncle's leg winding up for another kick. Harry quickly rolled out of the way and ducked out of his Uncle's reach. Harry reached the kitchen and grabbed a flower vase and through it at his Uncle, it connected with his Uncles shoulder and it shattered everywhere, the broken shards of glass ripped a hole in his shirt, and cut open his arm just a bit. His uncle hissed from the pain but he ripped the rest of his cut open sleeve off and continued to advance on him. Harry could hear his Aunts screams in the background. He quickly glanced over at her.

Their eyes meet for a fraction of a second, and he knew that she would listen to him. He yelled over his shoulder as he ran past his Uncle's outstretched arms and into the living room. "Go outside, there will be wizards patrolling the house, trying to keep an eye on me, scream out my name, and they will show up, they will help you get out!" Harry finished just as he ducked behind the couch narrowly missing his uncle's attempt at grabbing him. When Harry looked up he noticed his Uncle was looking around strangely, then lightening fast he struck Harry in the side of the head with a wooden coat hanger. Harry never saw his Uncle grab it, but when it hit him in the head hard, he knew that he probably shouldn't have underestimated his relatives. Harry collapsed on to the floor, blood spilling out of the wound now in his head. Harry groggily sat up, his hand to his bleeding head, he looked up at the figure across from him, the image was blurred, he reached for his wand, and noticed that it wasn't there, he was frantic searching everywhere for it, then he remembered that he had dropped it when he got throw into the cupboard. His uncle grabbed the wooden coat hanger again, and swung it, it connected with the side of his face, making even more blood spill across the carpet. Harry passed out from the loss of blood.

His Uncle walked over to his fallen nephews body and began to kick him in the ribs till he heard a satisfying crack, then he moved over to his face, and punched him continuously until he felt the nose and jaw bones break. He was about to do more damage when he heard a scream in the front yard then a large bang. He turned around and was hit with a bright red light. It knocked him out, and he flew across the room. Harry lay in the middle of the floor unrecognizable except for the scar peeking out on his forehead between all the blood and bruises.

Remus Lupin stood in the living room of Harry's Aunt and Uncle's place; he looked down at their beaten, bloody, and unconscious nephew, not understanding the point of this violence. Remus bent down and checked for Harry's pulse, relieved that he was still alive; he pulled out his wand and muttered a spell that made Harry float. He steered his body out towards the front hall were the rest of the Order were waiting. Tonks was there, her hair was strawberry blonde and down to her shoulders. Her hand was at her mouth as tears slowly slid down her cheek. Everyone watched as Remus' solemn face looked over at Harry and took him out to the front lawn. Everyone noticed how pale Harry was, and the amount of blood that was still oozing out of his wounds. They all followed Remus out onto the lawn, comforting each other and hoping that Harry was going to make it. Once outside they steered Harry over to the road where there was a car waiting on the side of the road. From there they got into the car, and drove off to Grimmauld place, the headquarters for the Order. Remus put the spell back on Harry and steered his floating body into the house then he brought him upstairs and laid him down on Sirius' old bed. Harry groaned, his blood continued to flow from his broken nose and the deep wounds in his head. Remus wiped a tear from his eye and left, he wished he could stay with Harry but he knew that he needed rest, to help the wounds heal. He quickly made his way into the living room, and made his way over to the fire, he flooed to Dumbledore's office and told him of Harry's condition, and what he needed. Albus Dumbledore summoned Professor Snape and Madame Pomfrey, and then he sent them to Grimmauld place, to look after Harry, he had a feeling that there was a lot more damage then Remus was letting on, but he wanted to make sure. When they finally arrived, Professor Snape and Madame Pomfrey went upstairs to Sirius' room to see Harry's condition and see what they could do for him, once they walked in, even Professor Snape felt sick at the sight of Harry's mangled and bloody body.