Born in Frustration

A/N 2/25/07 - if you are going to make a silly arse criticism and use an example then you should be sure that your example is founded, honestly one you're in place of a your is NOT a common mistake and I am looking for a decent beta so just shut it.


12/30/06 - drippy, yes. Hesky, what do you mean I thought I had fixed that. Could you email me and explain, I'm not familiar with HTML so I don't know what's missing. yesyclabby@yahoo.com

12/27/06 AN-SORRRRY! I swear I will update soon. I got caught up in Christmas and the Christmas
Drarry. But I will have a new chapter or two in the next day or so. :shifty: Thanks for the
review; Slashy, Draconayzia, Padfoot, Zenith-Kaitou, Moyima, Hesky, HarrynDraco's_Melissa, Stef,
thrnbrooke, anyone I forgot and those of you who like to remain anonymous. :shifty: birds.

9th, May 2007 - I have a new lovely beta, Citrouille... They are helping me correct my vomitus commasitus and other such nonsense. I promise to continue the story but feel it would be unfair to the beta to add anything new until they get caught up. I really, really appreciate all the positive reviews and will continue the story, though, I should tell you I will not reiterate all of HBP just surmise.


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Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all I am merely playing.

~Chapter One: Privet Drive~

Privet Drive was a normal everyday street, with normal-looking houses and normal-looking people. But Privet Drive held a secret. A very dark secret, that one boy had kept. A secret that he never shared. The only ones that knew the secret were those that lived at number four, Privet Drive. The residence of the Dursleys and their nephew, Harry Potter…

Harry Potter was an unusual boy in many ways. One reason that made Harry different was that he was a wizard, and for the past five years he had been attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, something that his relatives despised. The fact that Harry was a wizard had led the boy to live two separate lives: one with wizards, witches and magic and one with the Muggles (non-magic people). For very good reasons, Harry tried very hard to keep both lives separate.

Another reason that made him unusual was that Harry had a horrible destiny. A destiny that would drive him to kill or be killed, for he was hunted by the Darkest wizard of the time, Lord Voldemort, a fact that frightened the boy, but not nearly as much as his last secret, the secret only he and the Dursleys knew….

Harry Potter was afraid. Not just of the evil wizard who wanted nothing short of his death. His greatest worry was that his wizard friends would discover his last, most terrible secret: Harry Potter was terrified of the Muggles he lived with, who were his only living family. This fear was all-encompassing and overwhelming. This fear was becoming increasingly difficult to hide from his other life as this past summer, the summer between his fifth and sixth year, had been extremely difficult.

The end of last term had seen the death of Harry’s only hope of escaping the Dursleys forever. The Dark Lord had lured Harry from the safety of Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic, where Harry had thought he would be rescuing his godfather, Sirius Black. It had all been a trick by his nemesis, Lord Voldemort. It had all been an attempt to retrieve a prophecy, the prophecy, about Harry and Voldemort and their mutual destinies. Foolishly, Harry had rushed toward danger, and in the end his godfather, his only hope at a happy home, had died.

So, once again Harry was forced back to the Dursleys', where he would endure yet another summer of torment. For life with his ‘family’ at number four, Privet Drive, was anything but normal and pleasant. His family had been forced to accept Harry when Harry’s parents were murdered by Voldemort when Harry was just barely one year old. But they never, ever loved the boy. Quite the opposite, they hated and resented Harry, and they never let Harry forget it.

Harry had few memories of his first few years at Privet Drive, just flashes of recollection: being left in his cupboard under the stairs in dirty nappies for hours at a time, being sat on the floor with a bowl of food like an unwanted dog and forced to figure out how to feed himself, never being touched unless it was necessary, being placed in a corner and forced to watch his fat cousin play with toys and stuffed with sweets, feeling loneliness and longing and hunger.

As Harry grew, however, things had changed. As soon as Harry was able, he was forced to do chores. His day consisted of completing whatever household tasks were assigned to him, then being locked in his cupboard until dinner. Often he would be completely forgotten about and miss his only meal of the day. Then there was the verbal assault, which had begun around age three. Freak, filth, good for nothing, horrible, ugly, disgusting and so much more; Harry was never just Harry any longer. He was freak boy, ugly boy, filthy boy, horrible boy. So seldom was he referred to as Harry that sometimes he would forget that Harry was his name.

When school began, he had hoped for a reprieve. Unfortunately, his cousin had seen to it that no one went near that ‘odd little Harry Potter.’ Also, unfortunately for Harry, school had seemed to trigger another form of torture. His aunt and uncle took to physically striking Harry when they deemed he had misbehaved in some way. This new abuse extended to his cousin Dudley, who determined that if his parents could beat Harry, then he and his friends certainly could as well.

All of this, Harry never told a soul. Fear and shame kept him silent. Even when he received his Hogwarts letter and his life took an abrupt change, he kept his secret.

Headmaster Dumbledore had told Harry why it was necessary for him to return to Privet Drive. It was for protection against Voldemort. Because of his mother’s sacrifice, where her blood dwelled Voldemort could not touch him. Harry understood this, but he often wondered who or what protected him from his supposed family.

Now, sitting locked in his room, awaiting yet another punishment for some unknown wrong-doing, Harry thought bitterly that he would be lucky if he survived until school began on September first. For things at Privet Drive this summer had been the worst he could remember. Unbeknownst to Harry, things were about to change…