Harry Potter doesn't belong to me , but JK Rowling. Harry Potter characters, settings, ect. are not my property. I'm only borrowing them!

Rated for mild language and child abuse. I don't condone the abuse if children (or anyone) but this is how I see the Dursleys.

"Get up boy," is how Harry Potter has awoken every morning since coming back to number 4 Privet Drive. Unsurprisingly today is no exception.

Harry sighed and tried to sit up. His ribs still hurt and his back was killing him. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia got a letter from the 'freaks' telling them Voldemort was back about two days after break began.

'Mr. And Mrs. Dursley,

Your nephew, Harry Potter, has been involved in the resurrection of Dark Lord Voldemort. If you want more information you can ask Mr. Potter, but you must know that Lord Voldemort is the one who killed Lily and James 13 years ago on Halloween night. Baby Harry killed him but he has returned so him, and you by extension, are now in danger.

Lord Voldemort has already tried to kill Harry several times and will likely be targeting your family because you are his guardians. There are powerful wards surrounding your house, but Voldemort should not be underestimated.

Your best wishes,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'

Harry's uncle and aunt did not take to this letter too kindly. As soon as Harry returned to number 4, Privet Drive, his uncle kicked him in the stomach and beat him until he fell unconscious.

They also locked Hedwig up so Harry had no way to contact his best friends, Ron and Hermione, to tell them that he needed help. His only hope was they took his inability to write as a tip-off that he was not okay.

As soon as Uncle Vernon left, Harry wrote his letter. His uncle's constant drunk state was no good news for Harry and he was scared for his life.

Harry spent a lot of time deciding what to say to Dumbledore but decided on the truth, if the man read the letter then it was the truth: Dumbledore's decision to ignore Harry's pleadings to leave Privet Drive would have ended his life.

Vernon rapped his hand on the door again, "I'm not going to wait all day, get breakfast ready!".

Harry groaned, "Yes Uncle," hearing a huff on the other side of the door, Harry stood up and walked over to the mirror.

Harry looked at his reflection, his untidy black hair, vibrant green eyes, and lightning bolt scar were as they always were, but his 'diet' was taking effect too and he looked incredibly thin, magnified by Dudley's old clothing. He also had a handprint against his cheek and a black eye courtesy of his Uncle.

Heading downstairs, he greeted his relatives in his usual manner, receiving three glares in return.

Harry tried hard not to sigh, he deserved this afterall, but it still hurt.

As Harry started making breakfast, his uncle walked in. Harry turned to look at him, "Yes sir?"

"No need to glare at me like that, boy!"

"Sorry sir."

"We are having two visitors over for the next week. You will be locked in your room for this time and if you dare to make one sound I will beat you until you can no longer make any more!"

Harry gulped, he had no way to mask the noise of his nightmares and he didn't think Uncle Vernon was lying when he said he would beat Harry, that was his coming home present after all.

Harry nodded.

"Good. You will come down at four every morning to get breakfast ready and we will leave everyday at eleven and six for you to get lunch and dinner respectively. You will have one hour, if you are not done in that time you will find the punishment very unpleasant."

Harry nodded and returned to making breakfast. 'I wonder who the people are, they must be important if the Dursleys are not complaining about them," Harry thought

After the Dursleys finished their breakfast and Harry cleaned their plates, he returned to his room hoping to have some more time to add portions for Snape, Professor McGonagall, Professor Lupin, and Hagrid in his note.

"Boy!"

Harry turned around in time for his uncle's fist to hit him in the nose. Harry muffled a moan under his hands as he felt his nose break. This lack of noise just made Uncle Vernon angrier. With a scream he threw Harry across the room and ripped his shirt off.

Harry awoke several hours later not remembering anything after his uncle threw him. He tried to get up but soon found he was handcuffed to the bed. Harry sighed and tried to assess his injuries. His back and stomach were on fire and he was sure he had a nasty concussion. His leg felt broken and looking down, he saw the word 'freak' carved into it. He also wasn't wearing a shirt and the blood on his stomach and legs were almost enough to make him pass out again. He knew he deserved this for being a burden on his relatives and for getting Cedric killed, but it still hurt.

With that final thought, he drifted into a dreamless state; one with no Voldemort, Death Eaters, Cedric, or pain.

Harry awoke again in time to hear voices drifting upstairs. They sounded familiar but in Harry's hazy state he was unable to recognize them.

"Thank you so much for letting us stay, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley," a no-nonsense voice said

"Of course Ms. Amelia, anything to help you and Mrs. Emory adjust to life here!"

"Our son, Dudley can show you to your rooms and help you to get settled in."

"Should we be down at eleven to go to Kings Cross like you mentioned?" A kind voice asked

"Yes, that would be wonderful!"

Then everything went fuzzy and the darkness and pain-free world claimed him once more.