"Hey fag! Father didn't send you out here to play with my dog!" yelled Dudley, startling Harry from where he was sitting with Anastasia.

"Shut up Dudley. I took her for a walk just like Uncle Vernon told me to," said Harry, trying not to piss of Dudley, knowing if he did that his father would hear about it.

"Don't tell me to shut up you little bastard! That is my dog and the only thing you can do with it is walk it and pick up its shit," said Dudley, walking over to Harry and yanking Anastasia away from him.

"She! It's a she!" yelled Harry trying to get her back from Dudley.

"It doesn't matter if it's a she or not! All that matters is that it grows up to be big and fierce," said Dudley, getting farther away from Harry.

"And the only way to get that is for her to get angry." Dudley put Anastasia on the ground and tied her leash to a fence. then he started to kick her intrepidity.

Harry couldn't stand to watch his only friend getting beaten by this over sized wale.

"STOP HURTING HER YOU BASTARD!" screamed Harry as he dove in between Anastasia and Dudley's foot.

"You think you can stop me?! HA! You couldn't protect anything! You couldn't protect your parents. Or Sirius, or Cedric!" yelled Dudley in Harry's face.

"How do you know about them?" whispered Harry as he started to curl up in a ball.

"I hear you screaming their names in your sleep, 'No no! Don't hurt them! It's all my fault!' It's freakin' annoying to listen to when I'm trying to sleep," sneered Dudley.

"I can't believe that you're such a fuck up that you get people killed. It's obvious that all their deaths were your fault," said Dudley snidely, as he watched Harry start to sob.

"You don't know what happened! You weren't there! It wasn't my fault. They said it wasn't my fault. I didn't know what would happen. Mom, Dad, Sirius, Cedric - I didn't mean for them to die!" cried Harry as he started to rock him self back and forth.

"You're so pathetic. Come on. Father sent me to get you. Mother went out to the store and he want to 'see' you before she gets back," said Dudley, picking up a growling Anastasia's leash and started to head back to the house.

'Oh God,' thought Harry as he slowly picked himself off the ground and followed Dudley back to the house.

"Son! Did you get the Boy?" yelled Dudley's father from upstairs.

"Yes father!" Dudley yelled back as he gave Harry a push up the stairs.

"Good job, son. Send him up here right now!" Vernon replied.

"Yes father!" Dudley yelled again, before he turned around to speak with Harry, "Get your lazy ass upstairs. Its time for you to actually do something useful around this place."

When they got to the top of the stairs, Dudley pushed Harry into Vernon's room, closing the door forcefully behind him.

"Well, well. It took you long enough before you got home. Did you think if you stayed out long enough I would forget? Do you think I'm stupid?" asked Vernon as he started to get closer to the trembling Harry

"N-no sir," stuttered Harry, struggling to get away.

"I think you do, boy. I won't have a piece of shit like you thinking I'm stupid. It's obvious that I've been too kind to you. I'll fix that now," sneered Vernon as he pulled down his zipper, advancing on the trembling teen.

"No! Please sir! I've been good! I've done everything you've said! I don't think you're stupid! Please don't do this to me!" cried Harry in a vain attempt to stop Vernon, but he just laughed and ripped off Harry's clothes.

"You are weak! You are useless! You are…" Vernon's insults started to blur together as he started to thrust into his nephew.

"Please stop, please stop." Harry murmured, until he lost conscience from the pain.

The first thing Harry realized when he woke up that he was alone. He was also no longer in Vernon's room. He was back in Dudley's second room. When Harry returned from school that summer, he found that Dudley had re-claimed his chamber. It had become a dumping ground for things that Dudley no longer wanted, but didn't want to throw away. Harry thought that Dudley only did this so he could rub it in Harry's face that he had more things then Harry. This also gave Vernon the perfect excuse to put Harry back into the cupboard.

Harry's first thoughts were to look over at the clock. He realized quickly that moving was a bad idea. He slowly turned his body over to face the small clock that occupied the room.

"11:45. 15 more minutes till my birthday. If only I could leave" Harry thought aloud.

Harry had earlier been informed that he was not allowed to leave the Dursley's this summer. Dumbledore said that it would be too dangerous for him to be moved anywhere.

Harry knew that wasn't true. He knew that it was Dumbledore's greatest pleasure to watch him suffer. Harry has become quite cynical over the summer, but could anyone blame him?

'10 more minutes. I wonder if it will be weird...' Harry's thoughts would have continued to drift if it had not been for the loud bang of his door being forcefully opened.

"Well, well boy. You're up. Good. I realized that all these years I have been neglecting your birthday. Since 16 is such an important age I thought we would start a new… tradition." Vernon locked the door and Harry was able to see what was hidden behind his back.

A whip.

"No, please. It's too soon." cried Harry, trying to curl into a ball to get away from his uncle.

Three minutes.

"It's never to soon, boy." Vernon striped Harry of his shirt. Harry tried to move, but he was too sore from their last encounter.

Two minutes.

"Oh Harry, this will be the best birthday you've ever had.," Vernon whispered into Harry's ear, as he put the gag into Harry's mouth.

Thirty seconds.

Harry tried to wriggle out of the way.

Five seconds.

"Well, you may not enjoy it but I…" Vernon was never able to finish that sentence. There was a flash of white fur and giant fangs sunk into Vernon's neck.

Vernon couldn't utter another sound, before his neck was completely severed.

A silence filled the room as the beast dropped Vernon's dead body on the ground. Harry tried to scream and struggle away from whatever was in the room. He stiffened when he felt a soft hand press gently against his cheek.

"It's okay, my child. I'm here now, he will never harm you again," said an angelic voice in Harry's ear. Harry didn't know what to do, but instantly his body stilled and calmed down.

"Listen, my child, I am going to release your mouth and heal your wounds. Promise you won't scream?" asked the voice.

Harry nodded his head up and down.

"Good." The hands released the gag from Harry's mouth. The next thing Harry felt were two soft hands on his back and a warm feeling enveloped his body. He felt his wounds healing and his body rejuvenating. The moment the hands left his back, he felt his energy return to him.

"Who are you?" were the first words out of Harry's mouth. He stopped to look at the creature in front of him. There stood a beautiful woman. She had long, white hair that came down to the small of her back. She seemed to be about 6 feet tall. She was pale and seemed to glow in the moonlight. She was wearing a small, white halter top to cover her chest and white pants with a blue lining around them. She had a slim waist that was also very pale. She wore no shoes on her dainty feet and had piercing gold eyes.

"I am Shikiru, but you may know me better as Anastasia," said Shikiru as she looked down at Harry

"What are you?"

"I am a morphia, and you are about to become one too."