It wasn't more than a week or two before Vernon decided to tell Harry of his plans, the explanation didn't take long and wasn't to different from what he told Dudley.

"Boy! You're Aunt and I have decided to take some time away, we won't be gone more than a week" He started then looked up and continued with a warning glare directed towards Harry "We won't be gone more than a week, and no longer than a hour away so don't even think of trying any of your funny business, but just in case we are leaving Dudley in charge to watch after the place and make sure you don't wreck the house understand?" Near the end he had practically been growling out the words but Harry decided not to talk and instead settled upon nodding, he was hoping that he would be waved away to his cupboard, unfortunately this was not the case.

"I can't hear your head rattle boy, speak up!" Vernon shouted over to Harry.

"Yes." Harry looked over at his uncle wondering why he wouldn't just leave his nodding alone, what got him in such a bad mood? Whatever it was he probably deserved it. Harry thought to himself.

"Yes, what?" Now Vernon was pushing it, of course Harry knew what he wanted but sir was a title of respect something that Harry held none of for Vernon.

"Yes I understand you." Harry was not going to give in, not this time.

"Would you like to try that again?" Vernon had started towards Harry obviously trying to intimidate him.

"No."

"Excuse me?"He was only a foot away now but Harry was staying strong, he decided on voicing his earlier thoughts.

"Sir, is something that is said to someone you respect, and since you so obviously don't deserve to be respected I can't call you sir."

"Why you little brat! How dare you say such things to me!" Vernon closed the rest of the space between them but it was quickly reopened when Vernon's large hands collided hard with Harry's chest sending him flying into a kitchen counter. He slumped to the ground as pain stabbed through him he wasn't there long though; he was pulled back up onto his feet only to fall back again after a strong punch hit him on the left side of his mouth. Vernon grabbed the back of Harry's shirt and began to drag him back to his cupboard; he only got a quarter of the way before Harry started to come out of the daze the last punch had put him into. I can't let him do this, I have to fight him. He can't control me like this. Harry thought as he reached behind him and clawed at the hand holding on to his shirt.

"Why you!"Vernon said as he pulled his hand away and turned to look at his nephew who was trying to stand up. "Oh no you don't!" Vernon shouted as he pulled his foot back and heard a sharp crack as he landed a hard kick to Harry's ribs forcing him back to the ground, Harry had been trying to keep the blackness at the edge of his vision from taking him over but the pain in his ribs had caused him to fail and he slipped into darkness, hardly feeling the continued assaults on his body.

*HP*HP*HP*HP*HP*HP*HP*

When Harry awoke he was laying in a white bed with tubes going in and out of his arms. He tried to sit up but was pushed back down by a strong but gentle hand, he looked around to find out who the owner of the hand was and who he saw caused his heart to fill with joy.

"Careful those kids really did a number on you."

"Sirius!" Harry croaked out. How long have I been out? He wondered to himself as he smiled up at Sirius who looked down on him concerned.

"Hi Harry, you know you scared the living daylights out of me!" A small smile was on his face but his eyes were still showing a lot of concern.

"That reminds me earlier you said kids what did you mean, what happened?" Kids hadn't put him here, what could Vernon have told him?

"You don't remember?" Sirius's smile disappeared and he was once again staring at Harry with concern.

"Not really it's kind of fuzzy." Harry decided lying was a good way to find out what had been said, even though he felt horrible that it was his godfather he was having to lie to.

"You were attacked by some neighborhood kids they really did a number on you, they broke two ribs, caused a pretty big bruise on your back and stomach, fractured your jaw, and gave you a really bad concussion. The muggles say you had a small brain bleed. "Sirius face contorted as he finished talking as if it were him who was in pain.

"Who told you all this?" Harry had a pretty good idea of who it was, but he wanted to make sure.

"Your uncle of course he said you had gone outside to play and when you didn't come back he got worried and went to look for you, says he found you unconscious by the side of the house. "This caused Harry scoffed. Worried? About me? My uncle? No, the only thing that had him worried was the thought of getting caught beating up a kid. His godfather didn't miss the expression that crossed Harry's face and quickly became worried. "Harry? Are you all right? Are you in any pain?"

"Huh?" His expression vanished and he looked over at Sirius utterly confused.

"Are you in pain?" Sirius repeated his question to Harry, growing more concerned.

"Oh! No, no I'm fine!" Doubt was evident on his godfathers face but he was telling the truth he couldn't really feel anything aside from a dull throb in his chest. Probably the stuff in these tubes… He thought to himself glancing down at the plastic taped to his arm.

"Good, either way as soon as they let you out of here I am taking you to the wizarding hospital"

"Huh?" Wow, don't I sound smart. He thought as he looked over at Sirius.

"Well of course I want to get you fixed up right, these muggle hospitals take forever."

"Oh" Again with the amazing vocabulary.

"Why don't you get some rest I'll go see when I can take you out of here."

"Hey wait! You reminded me, how long have I been out?"

Sirius let out a sigh before he continued "Two days." And with that Sirius turned and walked out leaving Harry to wallow in his own thoughts.

He knew he should tell Sirius what had really happened, but he couldn't, he wouldn't be able to stand the way he would look at him, and what if Sirius told the Weasleys? Even if he didn't they would find out and he wouldn't be able to stand the way they would react, and they would all treat him different, wouldn't they? They would. With that thought he decided not to tell any of them, he would just have to grin and bear it until he was 17, then he would move in with Sirius. Wait, move in with Sirius? Hadn't Sirius said something about getting him out of here? Was Sirius planning on taking him to live with him now? That would be amazing, he would be free from this torture, but what about Dumbledore? He had asked that Harry stayed with the Dursleys until he was 17, if he moved with Sirius wouldn't that be against Dumbledore's wishes? He would just have to ask.