A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the favorites/follows! You guys are amazing! Also a big thank you to misteeirene for the review! A note to everyone; I am open to any suggestions that you might have to make this story better. I know I am not the best writer in the world but I want to make this story amazing. So please let me know how I can improve!

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A/N #2: As the summary of this story implies, it will change between Harry and Remus' POV. Again, if you have any suggestions on this, please let me know :)

Disclaimer: *sigh* I wish I owned Harry Potter. But, of course, all of the magic belongs to Mrs. Rowling.

Chapter 2: A Summer To Never Forget (Harry's POV)

Harry Potter winced as he worked on the garden in his Aunt and Uncle's backyard. This summer had been one of the hottest yet and Harry was not only drenched in sweat, but suffering quite a few injuries, no thanks to his Uncle. Harry groaned as he stood up and headed back into the house. Heading upstairs, he went right into the bathroom across from his bedroom, carefully took his shirt off and looked at himself in the mirror. It was bad. He was thinner than ever before. He had bruises covering his entire rib cage and chest. All along his back were large welts, all in various stages of healing. Harry then undressed the rest of himself and stepped into the shower, wincing as the water made contact with his back. He definitely needed to get out of this hell hole. Living with the Dursley's was one thing, but living there with his Uncle on a rampage everyday made it only ten times worse than usual.

It was quite the most grueling summer of Harry Potter's life. Harry's Uncle Vernon hadn't resorted to violence since before Harry's first year at Hogwarts. But at the beginning of the summer, Vernon lost his job at Grunnings. Unfortunately for Harry, Vernon turned to drinking every minute of every day, which meant Harry was basically in the line of fire. At first, it started with a few slaps here and there. But as the summer dragged on, Vernon became more and more frustrated and angry. The slaps turned to punches, kicks, a belt to his back and everything in between. The memory of his second day back at The Dursley's came to mind as Harry stood there in the shower, reminiscing.

Harry was sitting in his bedroom, reading through one of his Quidditch books his bestfriend, Ron Weasley, had given him the previous year. Harry looked outside the window of his small room, desperately wishing he was already back at Hogwarts, when he heard the front door of the house slam shut, making the whole house rattle.

"FREAK! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Uncle Vernon yelled loudly, making Harry jump out of his seat.

As Harry made his way downstairs, he took one look at his Uncle and was tempted to run right back upstairs. Aunt Petunia was standing by the stairs, glancing out of the window by the front door, making sure the neighbors weren't listening in. Once Harry, a bit reluctantly, made it to the bottom step, his Uncle grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Harry lost his breath for a second as spots danced in front of his eyes, losing focus for a second. Harry then looked into the angry eyes of his uncle.

"FREAK, YOU MADE ME LOSE MY JOB!" His Uncle yelled, as he shook Harry. Harry couldn't speak. He was too petrified as his Uncle's face turned a deep shade of red.

"But, I-I didn't-" Harry didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, as Vernon slapped Harry right in the face, knocking him straight to the floor, his glasses getting knocked askew. Harry backed up against the wall, as Vernon towered over him.

"GET UP TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!" His Uncle yelled. Harry didn't even look at his Uncle, as he stood right up and ran upstairs. Harry ran into his room, shut his door and slid right down, sitting with his knees to his chest, trying not to cry as tears welled up in his eyes. His Uncle, though neglectful, hasn't been like this towards Harry since he got his first letter to Hogwarts. Harry's hand reached to his right cheek, where Vernon had slapped him and sighed. He knew this summer was going to be a long one. He just prayed that his Uncle's violence wasn't going to get worse from here on out.

Harry stepped out of the shower, carefully dried himself off, got dressed and headed back into his room. Harry sat down on his bed and started thinking to himself. He knew he had to hide his injuries somehow from his best friends, Ron and Hermione, as well as his teachers at school. He definitely did not want anyone finding out about the abuse he had to put up with this summer. Questions would arise and Harry just didn't want to deal with it, especially since he was the "Boy-Who-Lived." Somehow, he had a feeling that the whole school would find out.

You see, Harry Potter isn't some ordinary boy. He was a wizard. Not only that, he was the "Boy-Who-Lived. At the age of one years old, Lord Voldemort, also known as "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" and "You-Know-Who," had killed his mother and father. He then tried to kill Harry as well, but Voldemort's curse somehow backfired and Harry was left with a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. He was then placed with his Aunt, Uncle and his overweight cousin Dudley. As Harry grew up with them, he had to put up with his Uncle's abuse, as well as Dudley and his gang playing their favorite game, "Harry Hunting." This all finally ended though when Harry got his first letter to Hogwarts. His so-called family were obviously scared about the school finding out. Unfortunately, this summer, that was not the case, as his Uncle carried on with the abuse, each day getting worse and worse. Harry was surprised he was still standing.

Luckily, Harry was heading back to Hogwarts tomorrow for his third year. Harry lifted the loose floor board underneath his bed and started taking everything out and packing it into his trunk. Harry stopped though, as he picked up his photo album that his friend, Hagrid, had given him after his first year. He sat down on the floor against the bed and started flipping through it, his eyes resting on a photo of his parents, holding baby Harry and waving at the camera. Harry's eyes filled with unshed tears as he stared at the photo.

"I wish you were here," Harry said, wiping at his face, as a tear escaped. He desperately wished that he could go back in time and somehow save his parents from getting murdered. His life would be completely different and he definitely would be so miserable. As he shut the photo album, he pulled himself up, wincing as he did, and placed the album in his trunk. The summer of hell was finally ending tomorrow and he will finally be back, surrounded by people who actually care about him. The thought of this made Harry smile. The first real smile he has shown on his face since this horrid summer began.

A/N: Yay, second chapter complete! Hope you all like it :) So sorry it not super long. I'll try to make the next chapters longer! Thank you for reading! Review/Follow/Favorite please!