Chapter two Georges Pov

I watched a new-born Harry being cuddled by two loving parents. It carried on with memories of his happy first fifteen months of life. I had to watch Harry's parents being murdered. I could see baby Harry crying at the terrifying man as he watched his mother fall to the ground and I felt tears seeping from my eyes.

I then watched a young Harry being forced into a cupboard where he cried for his mother. He was shouted and screamed at for it. I watched as years passed in one massive motion until I saw a six-year-old Harry cooking in a kitchen. He was too small to reach the stove and ended up spilling oil down the left side of his face.

" YOU UNGRATEFUL FREAK!" The whale of a man screamed.

" I'm sorry Uncle Vernon please." He begged and I felt my heart-break.

" You deserve it." He growled.

I watched as he took off his belt and started whipping the crying six-year-old. Harry whimpered in pain as it hit him in the face. He cried out and his uncle called his cousin over. I felt anger rush through me, I wanted to make the whale of a man, that I had realised to be Harry's uncle, hurt. How dare he hurt him? I felt the urge to help him so badly that it was over powering though it was a memory and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

" Go on Dudley in the face." He said.

The fat boy brought his foot down on Harry's face. Harry;s screams of pain were muffled by his large foot. They both laughed as Harry fell unconscious, before picking up the now unconscious Harry and throwing him in the cupboard under the stairs, and my eyes widened in horror. They threw him into a cupboard! How long had he lived in that small, squashed cupboard?

I watched as the years passed and I felt a lot better when I saw him meet us. I knew he would be safe and with Dumbledore guessing about Harry's abuse he wouldn't have to go back there. There would be no way Dumbledore would send anyone back to an abusive household. I felt the need to protect Harry rise up in me and I knew then that I was going to try my best to always be there for Harry, no matter what.

Harry's POV

I watched as a young George was born exactly three and a half minutes after Fred. I watched him being loved by his older siblings and cared for by his parents. I saw them all sat at the hospital waiting for Ron to be born and the same with their sister a year and a bit later. The scenes had a light and happy atmosphere mainly and I laughed slightly when I saw the incident between Ron, Fred and George because of a broken toy broomstick. It would explain why Ron shuddered when Fred and George mentioned a tarantula in the compartment on the Hogwarts Express.

George's life had been happy. It was then that I wondered whether George could see my life. I hoped he couldn't. It would be rather painful to watch if he had to. I wouldn't want to see my life again, nor would I want anyone be forced to have to see it. I sighed and settled back and watched Georges life.

Georges POV Four days later.

I woke up with a dry throat. The bright light strained my eyes and I blinked furiously, wanting my vision to get used to the light. It did so a moment later. I could tell there was someone near me and they were sat in a chair. I opened my mouth, wanting to ask for a drink of water, my throat was very dry.

" Madam Pomfrey?" I asked.

" GEORGE!" A voice cried.

"'Ello Fred."

" Oh George I was so lonely and I was worried about you. I told Lee, he can help as he has Katie."

" Hey calm down Fred it hasn't been that long only... and I'm alright with you telling Lee of course."

" Good. Four days."

" FOUR DAYS!"

" I'll go get Madam Pomfrey."

He ran off and a few moments later she bustled back through. She handed me a glass of water and I drank it thankfully before passing the cup to Fred who placed it on the bedside cabinet next to what I assumed were Harry's glasses. I barely noticed I was holding someone's hand.

" Right so I assuming you saw Mr Potter's life?" Madam Pomfrey said.

" Yes."

" Right it only showed all the important things. So you won't really know basic things about each other so what I want the both of you to do is just talk and get to know each other." She said.

" OK."

She left the room and Fred took his seat back beside me. He looked slightly worried and I gave him a shaky smile. He grinned.

" So you and Harry?"

" Yep, or so it seems."

" Yep."

" How are you?" I asked him.

" OK you?"

" OKish."

" Why what's the matter?" He asked.

" Well when we were in that coma thing we saw each others lives."

" And what happened?"

" Harry was abused."

" WHAT!" He shouted.

" It was horrid to watch and not being able to do anything."

" I bet. Poor Harry."

" Has he woken up yet?"

" He is asleep beside you."

" Oh." I said.

" Mum and Dad came by, they were told by Old Dumbles."

" How did they take it."

" Fine. Harry will be staying with us in summer. Mum is looking forward to feeding him up when she saw how skinny he was."

" That's good he's literally a bag of bones."

Just then I felt Harry stir beside me. His eyes shot open showing dazzling emerald and he blinked sleepily. He brought his free hand up to rub his eyes and then turned to look at us.

" Er... hi."

" Harry you're awake." I said.

" Er... yeah. Er did you see...?" He asked.

" Yeah."

" Er sorry." He replied awkwardly.

" No don't be sorry. Did Madam Pomfrey heal you?"

" I think so."

" Good."

" What date is it?" Harry asked.

" The fifth."

Harry suddenly grew fearful. His body shook as did his hands mainly. Fred looked really worried. He had no idea what was going on, but I had a fair idea, Harry thought he was going to be sent back to the Dursley's as he was behind on his work. There was no way I would let that happen to him though, and from what Fred had heard, I was sure he wouldn't let it happen either.

" What's the matter?" Fred asked.

Harry just shook his head. I brought an arm around his shoulders and he stiffened slightly but I kept an arm around him until he relaxed. I wanted him to get used to touch. It was bad that he had only had contact that was abuse, instead of loving physical contact. He had only had hugs of Mrs Figg now and again.

" You aren't going to be sent home Harry." I said.

" But..."

You would have only been learning the basics that someone can go over with you." Fred said but Harry still looked scared.

I pulled him into a hug and he had no idea what he was meant to with his hands or arms. Fred understood his dilemma and grabbed hold of his arms gently and placed them around my neck. Harry looked worried but Fred nodded and eventually Harry hugged me back softly and I smiled.

" You won't go back I, we, promise." I said.

" Thank you."

Harry's Pov A few days later.

A few days later I was terribly lonely. In the time I had been unconscious everyone had gone off and made friends with each other. Ron who I had thought might be my friends had gone off with Neville. Seamus and Dean were best friends too. I had hung out with Ron and Neville for a while but eventually they got bored.

" GO AWAY POTTER!" They shouted.

" Sorry." I whispered before leaving.

I sat in the common room later alone. I could have gone and saw Fred and George who were sat talking and joking with Lee but I didn't want to inflict my presence onto them. They would probably get bored with me too. I didn't want that. I sighed and pulled out my History of Magic homework and got started it wasn't due until next lesson and I had gotten it that day. The only thing about not having friends that was remotely good was the fact that I was never behind on homework. I got it done the day we got it.I should have known I would have no friends as I never had before. Why had I thought this would be any different?

I finished off and glanced at my watch. Seven thirty. I had skipped dinner as I wasn't hungry and didn't want to see Ron and Neville or hear them joking with Dean and Seamus about the lonely little Potter with no friends or family as I knew that was to happen as it had at primary school.I sighed and went up to bed. Over the next couple of weeks I saw George every other night and Fred was there with Lee as well. I put a mask on pretending to be happy-go-lucky and they fell for it which was good. I didn't need pity. Nor did I want it.

However in those first few weeks I had also become on outcast with no friends. I was pushed downstairs and tripped up so my glasses would break. Yet I had no idea where. What I did know was Ron Weasley tended to be the ring leader with Draco Malfoy, though they didn't work together. They had convinced everyone that I was a freak, and I began to wonder whether they were right, the Dursley's had always said I was. I would be ignored and laughed at. I would be jeered at and called names at and when I got onto the quidditch team it made it so much worse. I was called a show off. Everyday the insults got worse and it was members of near enough every house but Hufflepuff though there were a few in there.

George had inquired why my glasses were always broke when I next saw him and I told him I was clumsy and he kept warning me to be careful. I had promised that I would try, and I went on my way, deciding to look up the spell for repairing in the library, though I knew it would be difficult as the words would blur out of proportion. I went the next day after classes to find the spell, I had kept my head down in lessons, so no one would realise I wasn't wearing glasses.

" Harry?" A voice called out as I was scanning the shelves, and I recognised the voice.

" Hello Hermione."

" Do you want me to fix your glasses?" She asked.

" Yes please I have tried but I can't find the spell without being able to see the words." I said.

" Its occulus reparo." She said repairing my glasses.

" Thank you."

" Your welcome."

I left the library and walked down the stairs intent on going to Gryffindor tower. Just then a foot was stuck out from behind me as I was just about to wait for another set of stairs to come and get there and I fell face first over the edge and smacked my head at the bottom. I woke up a bit later at the bottom of the stairs and I knew that if everyone hadn't been at dinner I would have been found. I couldn't let that happen. I had a throbbing headache as I entered Gryffindor tower. I walked into the bathroom and found a pain potion and swallowed it. I had been told by Hagrid that I would love my time at Hogwarts, but maybe he had been wrong. I wasn't enjoying myself. I kept finding myself waking up and dreading the day ahead everytime unless I was going to see George that day.

I had a sharp bit of glass in my trunk and my thoughts kept flicking back to it. It had been before Hogwarts the last time I had cut but I knew now that I needed to get rid of the pain. Not just the pain in my head that was refusing to go down but the pain of being talked about, laughed at, called names by and not having any friends. I knew people wouldn't understand, and I didn't want to tell anyone. I wasn't doing it for attention, why would I?

I slipped back into the dorm and sighed when I saw no one was there. I went into my trunk and took out the piece of glass. I sighed before slipping back into the bathroom and locking the door. I twiddled the glass in between my fingers and then sighed. I placed the glass at the edge of my skin and cut one, two, three times. I sighed as the blood ran down my arm and into the sink. I washed the evidence away before rolling my sleeve back to the hide them. I placed the glass in my trunk and fell asleep.

More days passed and I ended up spending most of my time at Hagrid's. Hagrid was nice to me ever since he had first collected me and was one of my few friends. I spent hours there and most of the weekend as well as talking to him while he worked. Hagrid was really kind to me, and he told me stories of my parents. I listened intently, finding out about them made me feel as if I knew them better than I actually did. It seemed I hardly knew them at all really.

I was picked on for that too but I didn't mind. I would rather be picked on for being friends with someone than being picked on and having no friends. Hagrid had let slip about Fluffy the dog guarding the third floor corridor. I had been curious, but I didn't let that show. Hagrid was more than likely not allowed to tell me that. To Fred, Lee and George I thought of them as my friends, but I was sure that they thought of me as that annoying kid that they had see in Quidditch practice and in the common room sometimes.

I had wanted to make friends with Hermione but she had joined up with Ron and Neville and seemed happy with them. I was happy for her and whenever I wasn't with Hagrid I had taken to spending time in the library. I had a certain corner in the library. No one ever went there and I was left alone and I could hide. I didn't want to be found.

Georges Pov.

" Fred have you ever seen Harry talk to anyone but Hagrid?" I asked, I had noticed it a couple of weeks ago and had been watching to see whether he had hung out with anyone, and so far I had seen no one he really talked to, though he did disappear for hours, and I had no idea where he went, nor had any of the older years I had asked.

" And us? No."

" Why do you think that is?"

" I don't know."

" Well what should I do?"

" Keep an eye on him."

" Okay."

I needed to keep an eye on him. I didn't want him to be lonely.