A/N And another chapter is up!! Late again I know, I know.

I hope you liked the previous one, even though it ended up a bit... disturbing; I believe is the right word. But it is going to become worse, so don't be afraid, we are going to get some pain.

Anyway, do you know what every writer needs to have a writing boost?

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A review;) so don't be afraid and write something down.

And without further ado… here's the story!

Life is bearable when you have someone to write, and someone who writes you back. Even if it's just one person.

My dear Harry,

before I start writing about myself I have to ask you. How are you? (And no, "I'm fine" is not an answer I want to see here. How is school and Miss Anderson? Do greet her for me and tell her I am having a great time here in my new private school, will you? And the last, but most important, how is it going with the Dursleys?

And tell me the truth; you have nothing to be afraid of.

I promise.

Anyway, I have to tell you about Hogwarts. Everything is so magical that my head hurts from it all. For instance, in the Great Hall there's an enchanted ceiling that shows different types of weather.

Also, when I got off the train, the first years had to gather together and there was this huge man named Hagrid who led us to the castle on boats!

Can you imagine that?

And Hagrid greeted me and said that he knew my parents and that I look a lot like mum. So now we at least know what our mum looked like.

There is also something Professor McGonagall didn't tell you. We, or should I say you, are very famous here. You defeated the bad guy when you were just a baby. Crazy, right?

And lastly, when you come to Hogwarts, there are four different houses. Gryffindor, which is known for the brave, Slytherin for the cunning, Ravenclaw for the intelligent, and Hufflepuff for the hardworking.

Guess where I got!

Gryffindor! And I'm here with the Weasley twins I met on the train. These two are special, I can tell you that. They managed to convince me to pull a prank with them. They brought two frogs with them and we released them in the Great Hall. You can imagine how it went.

Anyway, nobody suspected us, and the twins said that I was their honorary partner and wouldn't do any pranks on me.

I think this year is going to be really good. And I'm so glad to be back at Hogwarts. It feels like this place has always been our home.

And I know that you're going to be there too.

Lots of love

Prim

Harry re-read the letter.

And again.

Until he knew all the words that were written on it. Every single word.

He was in his room upstairs and had nothing to do. Uncle Vernon sent him up because he had finished washing the dishes.

He was just lying on his bed when he heard the tapping on the window. It was Noreen and she had a letter in her beak.

The window was immediately opened and the owl was let in quietly, of course. There was no need for Uncle Vernon to know about it.

Harry was so happy to receive Prim's letter. In a second, he tore it open and began reading it.

But the more he read, the sadder he became. It wasn't that he didn't understand her happiness; it was the realization that she was happier at Hogwarts than she had ever been here, with him at the Dursleys'.

It hurt a lot.

He would never tell her that. Prim deserved to live a life she never could. At school, she was quite popular, and lots of people loved her. But instead of hanging out with them, she spent most of her time with him, hiding from Dudley and his gang.

It was always his fault. Prim's early school years would have been much happier without him.

He picked up a pen and began to write.

Dear Prim...

And then he stopped. Not knowing what to write next.

Something needed to be written, but he would take his time to reply to the letter. He couldn't do it at this moment. It was too much.

Gradually, a single tear began to make its way down his cheek. Angrily, he wiped it off, only for it to be immediately replaced by another one.

What could possibly be worse than that?

The answer was heard immediately.

"BOY!!" he flinched hard at the loud scream. "COME DOWN!"

He didn't dare to wait; instead, he sprinted down the stairs. Stopping right before the kitchen door, he calmed his breath and wiped his eyes once more before entering.

"I'm here, Uncle Vernon," Harry said, looking down and trying not to let his uncle see that he was crying.

"You are going to weed the garden where Petunia has her flowers. I advise you to be careful or else you'll know what's going to happen. Right boy?"

Harry nodded, still looking down. "Yes uncle Vernon, I know."

"Why are you looking at the floor? Lift your head up and look me in the eye."

Harry tensed. There was no chance to disobey uncle Vernon's order. It would only make things worse.

He lifted his head up and looked uncle Vernon in the eye exactly as he was instructed.

"You were crying."

A silence followed afterwards, a long uneasy silence.

Until uncle Vernon's hand shot up, grabbing handful of Harry's hair. And before he could registered what has happened, uncle Vernon pulled him up to his head.

Harry could barely touch the grounds and was dancing on his toes, hissing in pain. "Uncle pleas-"

"What have I said about boys who cry? Well? Answer me, freak!"

With that he threw him on the ground and watched him curling in the ball. With a menacing grin he loomed over him.

"Well boy? The answer."

Harry slowly spoke up. "Boys are not allowed to cry. Crying boys are useless and a burden to the others. Crying boys are freaks who do not deserve to be comforted or loved."

"How right you are. As if this was true, but I mean it is, you can see how no one loves you-"

"Prim does!" he interrupted him. He knew that interrupting uncle Vernon could only make his situation worse but he wanted to make uncle know that he was lying about no one loving him.

Prim does. And Prim would never allow you to speak like that to me.

"You dare to interrupt me, boy? You know your rules. And about that sister of yours. Are you really stupid enough to think that she loves you. After she left you without a second thought. With the teacher she met for the first time to a school she just found out that existed. I think she was rather happy to go from here. From you."

"Liar!" shouted Harry. Immediately, he received a slap that knocked him to the ground. He crawled back as Uncle Vernon loomed over him.

"What did you just call me? Should I bring my belt?"

"No! No uncle, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I swear!"

"Why would I believe you? After all, you are just a lying piece of shit, a freak. Apologize to me. And right now!"

Harry quickly obeyed him and got on his knees in front of Uncle Vernon. Swallowing his pride, he began. "I am sorry, Uncle Vernon, for calling you a liar. It won't happen again."

"Like I believe you. But this time I forgive maybe you'll become better."

"I'll try, uncle."

"What try? Trying is for losers. But now go out, I don't have time for you. Go in the garden, Petunia expects that you'll weed everything."

"Yes uncle Vernon."

Uncle Vernon turned back to the television, and Harry hurried out. He was grateful that Uncle Vernon hadn't used his belt this time; it was all starting to feel like the bad times before Prim had received her letter.

As he pulled the weeds, he tried to be as careful as he could, since Aunt Petunia really didn't like it when he wasn't careful and didn't clean her garden well enough.

He was so in his task, that completely overheard steps that were coming in his way.

"Hey cousin, wanna play a game?" Dudley loudly said, startling him from his task.

"No Dudley, I have to work."

"I don't care. You have to obey me since you have to obey mum and dad."

Dudley, I have a serious question for you. Is there anyone who is a bigger jerk than you?

"No," declared Dudley but at seeing Harry's grin immediatelly started thinking.

"Wait no, I mean yes! No there isn't..."

Harry mused to himself and continued working. He knew that it would take a long time for Dudley to figure it out.

"Wait a minute, you called me a jerk!"

Harry turned to Dudley and acted very surprised. "Wow, Dudley! Congratulations! I honestly didn't think you would figure it out so quickly."

"Don't be so brave now I can tell dad and he will punish you or... or..."

"What or Dudley? Cat got your tongue?" mocked Harry. He knew he was walking on a thin line but it was very entertaining angering Dudley like that.

"...or I'll destroy Mom's flowers and blame it on you."

Harry's smile left in a second. That was bad. If Dudley really did this, he could not escape a punishment. So he had to play it off like it wouldn't do no harm.

"And why would you do that, Dudley?"

"Because I know mum will punish you for destroying her flowers. I remember how she left you in a shed for a whole day because of just one flower."

Dudley stepped to the nearest one and raised his hand.

"No, Dudley! Please don't do that. I'll play with you anytime you want. Just don't do that."

Dudley smiled in the same way Uncle Vernon did whenever he punished Harry. It was a smile that always sent shivers down Harry's spine.

"I don't need you as my company anymore," and with those words he pulled the flower from soil and tore its petals.

"No!" Harry screamed as he watched Dudley move on to the next group of flowers. He tried to tackle him, but with his weight, he was no match for him. Dudley raised his leg, preparing to stomp the flowers; all Harry could do was raise his hand in front of him.

And then, without warning, a blue light came from it and shot at the Dudley. The fat boy flew two meters through the air and landed in the wheelbarrow.

And surrounding the flowers was a shield of blue light, protecting them.

"You, you... you did this! I, I am going to tell dad. And he, he will punish you!" yelled Dudley quickly and ran to the house.

Harry just stood there, staring at the blue shield he had produced. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Different shades of blue were mixed together and were intertwined with each other.

Suddenly, he heard a shout and was hit so hard that he flew onto the floor. He saw Uncle Vernon, who was beyond furious. And he knew that this didn't bode well for him.

Uncle Vernon grabbed him by the hair and started pulling him to the house. Harry started screaming, but Uncle Vernon immediately covered his mouth.

Once they were inside the house, Uncle threw him to the ground.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" Harry backed a little but uncle was too quick. He grabbed his head and smashed it against the wall.

Harry couldn't scream; everything was so dizzy, and his head hurt very much.

He heard Uncle Vernon talking, but couldn't understand anything. Black spots were dancing in his vision. Suddenly, he was dragged into the cupboard, and then everything went dark.