Okay so I am trying to update more frequently now hopefully that will make you guys happier, by the way I love to get reviews, just throwing that out there. Oh, just so you don't think I am some horrible monster for having Dudley beat the crap out of Harry, I felt I had to add some bad beating scenes to give you a full understanding of what Harry is going through.

WARNING: This has a lot of Harry in pain(horrible huh?)YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter 7

'I got to help that baby' Harry thought as he tried to judge how far he could make it. 'wont know till I try' Harry rolled some and pushed up on his hands only to yelp and fall back to the floor grasping his chest. He stayed there several more minutes before trying again. This time using his stomach muscles instead of his arms. Once he had managed to pull himself into a sitting position he stayed there for two to three minutes breathing in sharp painful gasps that shook his whole frame. Finally he pulled himself up into a hunched standing and began walking towards the stairs stopping every two steps to catch his breath.

It was almost a full five minutes before Harry reached the bottom of the stairs and glared up at them with a look of pure hatred. 'I despise stairs.' He thought as he started up the steps. Every step he took felt as if someone was plunging a knife farther and farther into his chest twisting it as he went, but he forced himself to keep moving so he could help Elizabeth.

The last few steps were the worst, the knife had turned into an ax, the fuzziness at the edge of his vision was now a black cloud and he felt as if at any moment he would keel over. He was amazed when he found himself standing on the second floor. He looked down at the floor and considered sitting down for just a moment, but he realized that if he sat down there was no way he would be getting up for a long while. So he followed the screaming sound that was pounding in his head like a hammer all the way into Elizabeth's room and over to her crib.

'How am I supposed to get her out of the crib?' he asked himself looking down onto the pitiful sight, her tiny face was streaked with tears, her arms and legs were kicking out in all directions and just out of reach a small stuffed horse lay abandoned " At least I can get this for you." He told her as he reached over her, grabbed the horse and laid it in her flailing arms.

Elizabeth didn't stop crying and Harry didn't know what to do, I mean he knew the basics, they eat, they sleep, and they poop. So that is where he started.

He let out a sigh as he realized he would have to pick her up. He bent over the side of the crib, grabbed her under the arms, braced himself for pain and pulled up. But he was smart and instead of pulling her up he pulled her up in segments while leaning on the side bar to gain some leverage. Once she was out he rushed to the changing table and laid her down hastily, the weight was causing his battered arms to scream in protest and so he let his arms dangle uselessly by his side as he took in the small painful breaths that he so badly needed.

He turned back towards Elizabeth. "Your gonna be the death of me, you know that?" he asked the small figure as he searched the table for dippers, where he finally found them stowed away in a little pink drawer. It took him quite a while to change seeing as he had no idea as to what he was doing and she had made a "stinky".

He had made his weak body do so much already that his legs were shaking underneath him and he could hardly keep his eyes open. But the baby wouldn't stop crying, so he moved on to the next thing on his list, food.

He looked into all the little drawers but baby food was nowhere to be found, so he turned to look around the room and sure enough on the other side of the room in the opposite corner was a white cabinet with pink flowers twisted around the golden knobs and down the sides of the doors all of them tied together by a little green vine curving and twisting its way to the next flower.

Harry pulled the doors open and looked at the various types of food, reading them of as he went along.

"Peas, green beans, carrots, Beef and Beef broth? Oh, that looks horrible…" He muttered to himself. "Chicken and chicken broth, squash, sweet potatoes. Oh this looks edible…bananas. Hope you like them." He said over his shoulder as he grabbed the small spoon off the shelf and hobbled back over to Elizabeth.

He lifted her up and leaned her up against the wall in a sitting position. " He popped open the lid and tried to give her a spoonful of food, which she refused to eat until it touched her tongue and she realized what it was then she ate it gratefully.

It took Harry several more minutes to finish off the small jar and another 10 to sleep. He himself was dozing in the rocking chair beside the window, when he heard a horn honking outside. His eyes flew open and he stood and moved in front of the window.

He paled as he looked down towards the car. He watched as Dudley ran out the front door and began waving his arms around wildly, his mouth moving up and down for a moment before Petunia's hands flew up and she ran over to Dudley and began checking over his head.

Harry turned his attention away from Petunia and looked over at his uncle who was pacing back and forth in front of the driver's side door. He watched as his uncle turned to ask Dudley something then turn back to face the house. He looked into the two windows into the living room then his eyes slid over to the one in the kitchen finally turning his head upwards towards the baby's room where his and Harry's eyes met for just a moment before Harry ducked beneath the windowsill.

Harry listened closely as the front door slammed shut and heavy footsteps walked across the living room floor. ' I can't let him get me.' Harry thought as he stood and began his walk out of the room, he bit down on his lip to keep himself from crying out in pain. He heard his uncle begin to climb the stairs.

'21, There's 21 stairs to climb he's on…

5….

6…..

7" Harry thought as he turned out of the room and began to walk towards the bathroom.

"10…

11…

12" He took a few more steps the pain in his chest kept rising as Harry refused to stop and breath.

"15…

16…

17….

18" Harry took the last few steps over to the bathroom .

"19…

20" He pulled open the door and walked inside.

"21…

22" Harry's uncle rounded the corner just in time to see him pull the bathroom door closed.

"Can't let him get me." Harry muttered to himself as he locked the door and looked around the room, he spotted the window above the tub just as Vernon began to bang on the door. Harry hobbled over to it and looked over the edge. There was no way that in his state he would make that jump. So instead he reached behind him, grabbed the shower curtain, pulled it and the rod down and turned back to the window.

He threw the end of the curtain out the window and placed the rod across the window to keep it from slipping out.

Vernon began throwing all his weight at the door, hoping to force it open. The first few times the door only creaked and groaned, But the fourth time there was a horrible cracking noise inside the door, and the fifth time the wood splintered, the lock broke and the door burst open to reveal a open window and a missing Harry.

Okay, I know it is rude of me to leave you with a cliff hanger but it was this or waiting awhile longer to post. Review please!