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“Get up to your room, Boy!” Uncle Vernon shouted at Harry Potter, who after struggling with his trunk out of the car boot and into the house darted up the stairs. He didn’t want another beating.

Harry opened his door and shut it behind him, and took a shallow breath, he didn’t want damage his ribs anymore then what was there. Harry knew that he had eight cracked ribs, three broken, and the rest were bruised. Harry gingerly sat on the edge of his bed, and wondered what possessed Mr. Weasley, Tonks and Mad-Eye to calling on his Uncle like that.

Didn’t they know not to push a bully? When the bully is pushed or bossed around about it’s victim’s ‘protectors’, the bully just hurts its victim even more. They had barely gotten five miles away from the station before his Uncle pulled over and beat the living crap out of Harry.

Harry was lucky, he had worse before, and it was a good thing that he had read up on healing spells. Harry couldn’t exactly do wandless spells, it was more like he thought what he wanted his magic to do, rather then the actual spell. After the beating Harry had started directing his magic towards the more heavily damaged areas. There was still more damage that needed to be seen to, but Harry didn’t want to deplete his magic core so quickly.

If his ‘loving’ relatives, followed their routine, that meant that they would leave Harry alone until tomorrow morning. So, Harry had plenty of time to fix himself up. Harry was only concerned about the concussion he had. Harry knew he had to stay awake for twenty-four hours to be out of danger, and Harry wanted to conserve his magic.

‘Constant Vilagence’ as Mad-eye would say, and Harry agreed. He wanted to have enough magic to fight back against Death Eaters, just in case they attacked the house. Harry got up and opened his bedroom window, which had bars on it, again. Harry would have to wait a while before risking a book raid form his trunk. It was a good thing that Harry’s room was directly under the attic.

Last summer his cousin had found Harry’s hiding place for his ‘Care’ packages and his Uncle had almost killed him with the beating that followed. Harry was glad that it was right before he had to leave for school; Harry didn’t have to hide his wounds for long until school started.

The attic had a small, sealed panel that was just over the tiny desk in Harry’s room. If Harry stood on the desk he could lift it open. Harry found it when he was cleaning his room of ‘magic’, something his Aunt made him do before school started; she didn’t want to go in there for all the money in the world. It was small, about twice the size of his cupboard, so Harry had plenty of room to hide things, and no one would find anything of his up there.

Harry couldn’t get rid of the bar’s for a while, so Hedwig had to deal with nesting in the tree in the back yard. While Harry was standing there, Harry could see his current guard, Tonk’s perhaps, leave and Mad-Eye arrive. Once Harry knew that to look for, Harry could spot magic colors.

Harry sighed and shuffled back to his bed, and, laid flat on his back and tried not to move. He didn’t want to damage anything more then there was. Harry decided to heal most of his other injuries first and save the concussion for last. The broken ribs, and bruising to his kidneys were up first.

While Harry lay there, he thought about the past school year, and as he thought about things that went on, he became more and more angry at the headmaster and his friends, well maybe not Ron, after all he asked Harry if he was sure about his vision. If the headmaster had told him what he needed to know, then anything that went on would never had past. If his friends had listened to him or told him the things that they knew and Harry didn’t, then there wouldn’t have been fights and Toad-face would’ve been gone before Christmas.

Sirius, for example, If the Headmaster told him why Occlumency was important for blocking out Voldemort inducing-fake vision’s Harry would have sold his soul to be trained in it, even if it was with Snape. If his friends trusted him and knew him enough, they would have Stupefy him and dragged him up to the Infirmary and had gotten Professor McGonagall.

They must have known that Harry wasn’t himself when he was frantic to get to Sirius. If Harry were in full control he would have used the two-way mirror or gone to Professor McGonagall for help at the very least, rather then taking the time to round up several students and getting them a ride to the Ministry. So, by thinking over everything he did or didn’t do, Harry came to the conclusion that the Headmaster was the one to blame.

If he told Harry it was possible to be possessed by Voldemort or to be sent fake visions. Harry would have done more to study Occulamency or insisted that someone else teach him when Snape became too much. His friends were also to blame to an extant. If they knew him they would have realized that Harry was too frantic to be normal, and would have done something-hell- anything to stop Harry.

Harry wasn’t pushing off his own guilt about the Ministry, his was a huge weight on his chest, and Sirius wouldn’t have wanted Harry to cry and scream in grief for weeks on end, Harry would have done so. Sirius would rather that Harry shed tears and feel his grief once a year on his death day, then grieve every day, and to remember the good times. And Harry planned to do just that while he tried to find a way to get Sirius back.

By this time most of Harry’s wounds had healed up a bit, Harry then made his magic focus on his concussion. Harry couldn’t heal everything, but he wouldn’t die from it either. By this time Harry was overwhelmed with anger at the headmaster. Harry wanted to kill him, but he couldn’t. He didn’t have the power to, although why he, Harry, was supposed to kill a Dark Lord when Harry is still a schoolboy, he would never know. So, Harry buried his anger deep, he didn’t want anyone to know about it.

Harry was forced to stop healing his concussion around eleven that night. Harry was close to not having anymore magic, Harry wanted to have some left for self-defense. He was better then before, instead of having broken and cracked ribs, he now had mostly bruised ribs and only a few cracked ones. Still he was better, and he could finish healing in a week or two, if he didn’t get beat often.

Harry decided to get some sleep. He would need it for tomorrow; he knew he was going to have a ton of chores to do. Right before Harry fell asleep he prayed that he would get a chance to get to his school books soon, he really needed to talk to Hedwig.

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Harry had gotten into the habit of waking up with the sun, no matter how much or how little sleep he got the night before. Harry was up the next morning and he was sending what little he could to his concussion, Harry didn’t meant to fall asleep last night, he was just so tired.

Luckily he didn’t die in his sleep. Harry slowly sat up and stretched carefully, he didn’t want to tear or damage anything. Harry slowly started going through some basic warm ups and when he was done he was somewhat satisfied with his body’s condition. Harry made his bed and straitened up his room a bit, he didn’t want to get in to trouble so soon after school had ended.

Harry sat on the edge of his bed and waited for his Aunt to come and yell at him to get up. Harry didn’t have to wait long; it was maybe an hour or so since he got up when he heard his Aunt move around around downstairs. Harry had heard that Uncle Vernon had trouble getting up and down the stairs, so Harry’s Aunt and Uncle moved downstairs, leaving the first floor for Dudley, and of course, Harry’s cell room.

He could hear his Aunt move up the stairs and move down the hall to stop in front of his door. All the locks were unlocked and his Aunt opened his door and her mouth was open to yell at him, but when she realized that he was awake shut her mouth and pursed her lips. She looked like she swallowed a bad lemon.

“Get downstairs and get breakfast ready! And don’t think about pinching something!” His Aunt snapped at Harry.

“Yes, Aunt Petunia.” Harry said and walked to wards the open door, his Aunt moved away from it and walked down to Dudley’s door to get him up. Harry stalked to the kitchen and started breakfast. Harry stood off to the side while his ‘family’ stuffed them self’s, it reminded Harry of Ron when he was eating. When they were done Harry did the dishes and waited for his Uncle to give him the daily chore list. He didn’t have to wait long.

Before leaving the table his Uncle shoved a list at Harry of things to do, there wasn’t a lot, but they would take most of the day to do. Harry started on the indoor cleaning first. It took him almost all the morning to do the cleaning, then Harry made some lunch for his Aunt and Cousin, his Uncle was at work. When lunch was over Harry made his way to the back yard and got started on the gutters, when he was done with that he moved onto weeding and mowing the all the yards. Then Harry had to wash up and get dinner started. While he was washing up, Harry was glad that his Uncle had learned to spread the long chores out.

Right as Harry was putting dinner on the table did his Uncle came home, Harry stood off to the side and waited for his ‘family’ to get done so he could wash the dish’s up. When they were done his Aunt and Uncle went into the living room, while his cousin went to go play some computer games. After making sure that they were occupied Harry left the sink running and took a few of the dinner rolls that he had made, and stuffed them into his baggy pocket. When Harry was done Harry went to the bathroom and then to his bedroom to wait to be locked in.

At nine O’clock that night, right on schedule, his Aunt came and locked him in his room. Harry stretched out on his bed and started to heal his wounds some more. He wanted to be almost fully healed by the time the next beating happened. The beatings came almost every two to three weeks during the summer, and all were pretty bad. It could have been worse, much worse. Which Harry was grateful for not happening.

Harry stayed up late enough to make sure that everyone was asleep and ate all but one of the rolls, which he stashed in the attic compartment, that was for when he was able to get the bars off for Hedwig, who he saw briefly in the tree in the backyard. Harry decided he needed his sleep and crawled beneath his threadbare covers, and was out all most immediately. He didn’t see the bird that was perched on the edge of his window, looking in at him. The following two weeks were the same, get up, do breakfast, chores, lunch, chores, dinner, heal wounds, sleep, and repeat.

It was at the end of two weeks that Harry finally had the chance to get some of his schoolbooks. His Uncle was at work, Dudley was at Piers house, and his Aunt was in the shower, so Harry took a risky chance. He picked the lock on the cupboard, thanking the twins for teaching him the skill, opened his trunk and grab several books; he didn’t look at the titles, and a small bag. Harry re-locked the door and raced upstairs to his room to find, to his horror, that all of his door locks were in the lock position. Harry could hear his Aunt turn off the shower; he didn’t have much time.

Harry raced back down the stairs, trying to be quiet and ran into the shed in the back yard. Hopefully this bought him enough time to hide the books. Harry looked at the stuff and made his magic shrink them to the size of small pebbles, and to make sure he didn’t lose them he shoved them into his wand hostler that was strapped to his wrist. Harry thanked God that his Uncle allowed that much. Harry grabbed the nearest tool, a small hand-held flower digger. And tried to look as calm as possible, as he walked out of the shed and back to wear he was doing some weeding.

Harry hoped that he would be able to return it before his Aunt saw it and told his Uncle, because unless other wise stated, Harry wasn’t to use any of the garden tools. Harry quickly finished up the weeding and got out the painting tools and while he was in there he put the tool he was using away. Harry got started on the front yard fence and worked his way to the back, trying to hide his sick, desperate fear that his Aunt saw him.

Harry barely got done in time to start dinner, a lamb roast with baked potatoes and crispy string beans and a Chocolate Mousse for desert. Harry was even allowed to have Dudley’s cast off string beans, which was a good thing, Harry hadn’t eaten in almost three day’s. Harry’s magic could do a lot, including give Harry nutrition, but Harry had stopped it this morning, when he felt that he was being watched. And it wasn’t his watchers, but someone else.

When he was done with the dishes, Harry was allowed to have thirty minutes in the bathroom, so Harry jumped at the chance for a quick shower. Harry was in and out of the shower in ten minutes flat. Harry had learned last summer that Dudley could get into the bathroom when Harry was in there and he and his friends would beat the crap out of Harry.

Harry laid flat on his bed and waited for his Aunt to lock him in again, trying to hide the hope that he didn’t get caught this morning. His Aunt came up late that night, around nine-thirty, and opened his door to make sure he was in his room. She pursed her lips, and shut the door behind her, and then she locked him in.

Harry laid there in shock. His Aunt didn’t know what he did! After making sure that everyone was asleep, Harry un-shrunk his books and the bag he grabbed back to their normal size. Harry didn’t have time to see what he had grabbed, and he was disappointed with what he had. Harry had grabbed his first three Potion textbooks, his last two Transfiguration books, his last Charm book, and his Quiditch Through The Ages.

These were not what he needed. Harry wanted to try to see what he could with the basic of basic spells, not something he has problems with, even with a wand. Harry would have to wait for another chance, but he would have to make sure he took the time to get the first years books he had gotten, and he would have to return the books he already had. Harry decided he might as well reread his Potion text’s, after all he wanted to free Sirius from where ever he was, and he might need Potions, and he didn’t trust Snape all that much.

About two hours into it, Harry wished he had some type of paper and a pen. The text was interesting and Harry got the theory of it rather faster then he did when he was a first and second year. It really helped that if you read not just the assigned parts but the relating section also. If Harry had known this, he might have been getting better grades before. At that thought Harry had to wonder why Hermione had never said anything about it, if she, as she said, got tired of explaining everything to him and Ron all the time, she could have pointed it out and they wouldn’t have bothered her all the time.

The only problem Harry had was the stirring, he always managed to mess it up, and Harry didn’t know how to fix that. Harry hoped that he would read something to fix it, like a trick. As Harry read the night away, he didn’t notice the bird-like thing was back on his windows sill. Its black wings gleamed in the streetlamp light. It seemed it was interested in Harry for whatever reason.

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The rest of June and the early part of July followed the same pattern. Harry would obey his ‘family’ during the day while he spent his nights reading his Potion text’s and Harry was slowly starting to remember things mentioned in his first Potion textbook that were in his third year textbook without having to go back and look. Harry also found out what he was doing wrong with his stirring. He stirred too fast or too slow, if Harry made sure to count heartbeats, he would be able to stay with the correct speed and number of stirs he needed to do.

Harry finally got his chance to get some more textbooks from his trunk one afternoon when he was making lunch. Both his Uncle and Cousin went on a weekend hunting trip, so it was just him and his Aunt. His aunt was upstairs getting ready for a get together with her friends, so Harry took his chance. Harry took out all of his textbooks and grabbed his book-bag from the bottom of the trunk. Harry quickly shrunk everything and re-locked the door, before heading back into the kitchen to finish lunch.

When his Aunt came down the stairs, Harry could see the family resemblance to his mother. If his Aunt just gained some weight and stopped wearing pastels and more earth tones, she would be quite beautiful. Why she married his Uncle he would never know. His Aunt let him make a plate and sent him up to his room for the rest of the day. The first thing Harry did was scarf down the food, his Uncle wasn’t feeding him as much as usual, and if Harry thought he was skinny before the summer started, he was pathetically thin now.

Harry then un-shrunk his books and started to look for a basic vanishing spell. Harry needed Hedwig, and he needed her now. He finally found one, but it was a fifth year charm, and it was used on large yard work, so there was the chance Harry could make his whole window vanish. But Harry was willing to risk it, and Harry had an illusion charm already to take the bar’s place. Harry walked over to the bars and focused on the two-center bars, they were the ones in the way.

Harry had been saving up his magic for weeks now, his Uncle decided to go another route besides just beatings. He just hit Harry hard enough to bruise or crack a rib or two, and starve him the rest of the time. And it was working; Harry had gone with out food before, but never this long. That’s why the bag he grabbed the small bag that one time, it held his left over Gallon’s from when he went school shopping last year, and Harry planed on ordering some candy or something from an O.O.C (Owl Order Catalog). Needless to say Harry didn’t need to heal himself most of the time but he had a hard time keeping his magic in check from providing nutrition to his body.

It does help, but it is a major drain on his magical core, but after this bit of magic Harry would let it do it once maybe twice a week, if his Uncle kept up with what he was doing. Harry focused on the bars, picturing that his magic was making them vanish slowly, like the air was dissolving it. Harry kept sending his magic at that image until he felt drained and he stopped. Harry opened his eyes, he didn’t realize he closed, not just the two center bar’s were gone, but the entire bar’s! Harry then realized that Hedwig was sitting on her perch and there was a bat hanging upside down from the topside of the windowsill.

Harry ignored the bat, he was used to having strange visitors. He went to Hedwig, and began stroking her feathers. Hedwig cooed softly to her nestling, making sure that she glared at the bat that had been far too interesting in her chick. The bat seemed slightly shocked at her chick’s treatment at his nesting home.

:See? See how they treat my chick? I would hurt them, if not for the fear that they would hurt him, if I failed:

:Why hasn’t he told someone? A teacher, a friend, his Headmaster?:

:He went to your Headmaster at the end of first year when the White Healer found badly healed bones, and after he told her what had happened in his nest, she went to the
headmaster alone and came back smelling like you:

:Smelling like me?:

:Yes, I made him go to the Headmaster. To ask to stay or go to his Ginger house. The headmaster said no, that even if he was being hurt, it was safe there from darkness! He lie! He smell of darkness! He say my chick was making lies!:

:So, he knew?:

:Yes, Dark Man knew. Don’t care! His pretty sun bird knows, mad at Dark Man:

:Why can’t the sun bird leave the Dark Man side?:

:Bound by blood, dark blood magic. Same my chick:

:Dark Blood Magic? What kind?:

:Bound chicks magic. My chick more powerful then now. Dark Man is worried:

:He bound Potters Magic! That is forbidden!:

:He know, he don’t care:

:Why is Dark Man worried?:

:His chess isn’t going to his plan:

:Chess? What does tha-. Of course how could I be so stupid!:

:Don’t hurt self, many people are in the chess, many have fallen to Dark Mans chess, many more will take their place:

:I will stay and watch your chick for a bit, then I must leave, but I will be back soon:

:Good. Now you understand, fix what is wrong to right.:

Hedwig finished her conversation to her Bat, and ruffled her chicks crown feathers. He would fetch a good mate in his life. Hedwig hoped it was Ginger. She like Ginger, Ginger was nice to her chick. She cooed when Harry had hit a good spot, Harry had to stop or his Aunt might hear.

“Sorry, girl. Would you like a treat?” Harry asked Hedwig, whom hooted softly and pointed her beak at the bar-less window.

“Oops, I better fix that, before Aunt Petunia sees.” Harry said to Hedwig, and focused on the window, making his magic create ‘bars’ that wasn’t there, it was similar to a hologram that Harry had read about one time he was at a library.

Harry was pretty tired after all the magic he had to do, so Harry climb up on his tiny desk and popped open the attic door and got down the small bag he had of gallons and he resealed the door. Harry sat down on his bed and opened his bag to dump his gallons onto his bed. Not just gallons fell out, several O.O.Cs fell out. Harry picked out the ones he wanted, one to Magical Margarine, Flourish and Blots Book Store, The Alchemists Guild, and Eden’s, Best Grocery Around since 97 B.C!

Harry then un-shrunk his school bag, and took out several pieces of parchment, an inkwell and a quill. Harry then proceeded to order various Owl and Bat treats, a few books on Occlumency and familiars; Harry was pretty sure that Hedwig was his familiar. He ordered all the basic ingredients for making Dreamless Sleep; he also ordered a ton of fruit and bread. The only thing Harry now had to do was send Hedwig out, to pay and get the things.

But being a White Snowy Owl, which everyone knew that Harry owned one, was tricky, but Harry had an idea to fix it. Harry, without looking at Hedwig made her turn a dull brown color. Harry was surprised that she didn’t attack him, she hated when magic was used on her person, but the only thing she did was stick out her leg at Harry. She must have known what he needed her to do.

Harry had put the right amount of gallons in a tiny bag, which was charmed for the shop owners to take out only what was paid for, and tied it to her leg. Harry gave her a quick scratch between her wings that was her favorite place.

“Okay, Hedwig, I need you to go to Diagon Ally for me, Alright?” Hedwig just gave her chick a soft coo, and after giving the bat a snake-like hiss, she took off through the window. She didn’t even balk at the seemingly there bars. Harry stood by the window to see her go. When she was out of sight, Harry sighed and un-shrunk the rest of his books.

Harry left the last two Potion books out, but put the rest in his Attic compartment, he was too drained to do anymore magic, and Potions were mostly theory anyway. Harry got out a sheet of parchment and opened his fourth year textbook and began reading. Harry took notes here and there, but he mostly underlined things that he could replace with other ingredients, and circled Potion titles that he might use to help find Sirius.

Harry mostly ignored the bat, when it moved from the window to hang on his clothes, Harry absent mindly stroked the bat’s spine, the bat tensed at first but then relaxed. It hadn’t had human contact for sometime and planed to enjoy it. So Harry spent his free afternoon catching up on his Potions. Harry hoped that he had passed Potions; he really needed it to take class’s to become a healer. Harry didn’t want to be an Auror, he already was sick of battle. If he survived the final battle with Voldemort, he wanted to heal people, rather then kill them.

It was nearly sunset when Hedwig came back, and she was still brown. She also had brought with her a few owls. Once Harry got the packages off their legs, they were out the window. The first thing Harry did was open the Owl and Bat treats, and gave some to Hedwig, and offered the Bat some bat treats, which it nibbled on one, before leaving. Harry was a bit mad, after all the trouble he went through to get Bat some food, he takes off! But Harry knew the Bat would be back sooner or later, so he better not throw out its treats.

After making water for Hedwig to drink, Harry put his Potion supplies, and half of his fruit and breads in the attic; Harry turned towards his books and started reading. It was going to be a long summer.

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