A/N- Hey guys! I'm back already. Unfortunately this chapter is pretty small. Since I've already got the second one written as well, I'll post that one too. During this fic, the story starts to become more political. I do love those kinds, so I couldn't help myself.

Chapter 1- Dream or Reality?

July 5th, 1992

'Why does it feel as if I was hit with a sledgehammer?' He wasn't fully awake yet, but he knew that his head hurt terribly and that he was lying down.

A knock shook the sleep out of him. "Boy! Why haven't you made breakfast yet?"

Percy's eyes shot open. That was a voice he was sure he would never hear again. But as his head rebooted, he realized what had happened. It was all just a dream.

He didn't really have a father who loved and cared for him, there was no Hogwarts or any magic, he was back in reality. 'What an amazingly graphic dream though,' he thought sadly.

The door to his cupboard was nearly ripped off its hinges. He was then pulled out of his 'room' as if he was a rag doll. Looking into Uncle Vernon's eyes, he saw only rage. Not a touch of love at all.

"When I speak to you, BOY, you are to answer me! Is that understood?"

"Of-of course, uncle Vernon!" Percy squeaked. It would do no good to fight; he would only be hurt worse.

"Good, then! Now get to work!"

Percy sighed. What a foul trick life had played on him. The dream he had experienced a few nights ago had seemed so real. Yet, none of that could've truly happened. It was just like Aunt Petunia had said, "We were nice enough to take you in after your sorry excuse for parents went and got themselves killed!"

His mom had been the town whore, while his dad had been the town drunk. They didn't even love each other when he was conceived. No one wanted the child of sin, so his aunt and uncle had taken him in.

He had seen the way other families interacted and knew that he didn't deserve to be treated that way. Demon children don't get what other kids get. While others get hugs and kisses, they get chores and beatings.

What was worse was that even his future was nonexistent. Without the proper education, there was no way he could get anywhere in life. He assumed he'd end up like his father, a sad excuse of a person.

Percy was brought from his musings by the strong smell of alcohol. Percy panicked. 'How could I have forgotten? Today must be my birthday," Percy sighed. It was going to be a long night.

"BOY! Get your lazy arse over here now!" Uncle Vernon said, taking another swig from his bottle.

"Yes, uncle?"

"Do you know what I have to go through with you in the house? You and your freakishness are so close to my poor Dudley."

"I haven't a clue, uncle." Percy knew what was coming. It happened every night of his birthday. The dreaded birthday beating…

"Your piece of trash parents just had to go and get themselves killed, didn't they?" Percy wasn't sure if the question was rhetorical or not. He decided to try and answer, and made his first mistake of the night.

"I don't…" Percy started.

Slap! "Shut up, freak! I'm tired of you thinking you can do whatever you want around here!" his uncle yelled with fury. Percy was dazed, but he still managed to stumble to his feet.

"I'm sorry…" Slap! "This ends here." His uncle's face had a strange expression on his face. "We can finally be done with you!"

Percy didn't like the way that sounded. "P-please don't hurt me to bad."

His uncle blinked twice before his laughter pierced the silent air. "I'll hurt you as much as I want to, boy!"

For the next hour, Percy's screams were heard throughout the entire house. The other occupants of the house simply tuned them out; it's not like the freak mattered much.

Percy woke up feeling much better than he did when he fell asleep. But something was different. To put it simply, he felt younger.

As usual, his uncle banged on the door to get up. Percy sighed and got ready for another day of his miserable life.

As usual, he made breakfast, all the while being insulted for anything the Dursleys could think of. It was after breakfast that things started to get weird.

Percy felt compelled to go get ready for school for some reason. He went back to his cupboard, and began getting dressed in some of his nicer clothes.

"Boy! What are you doing?" Vernon's voice carried from the kitchen.

"I'm getting ready for school…I think," Percy answered, slightly confused.

"Don't worry. I called the school and told them that you wouldn't be coming back today. They sounded excited about it to, though who would like a freak like you?"

"But, how will I get a job if I don't get an education?" Percy was crying now.

"They shouldn't waste their time on you; you'll end up just like your father anyways! Now, get on those chores boy! You don't want the belt do you?" Percy could just imagine the gleam in his uncle's eye when he talked about getting out the belt.

Percy knew that he was in for a long day of chores. 'Why does this feel like déjà vu? Shouldn't I already be done with school?'

Once again, Percy felt younger. If he could guess his age, he would probably say he was about five years old. He wasn't the only who was getting younger either. The noticeable changes in the rest of the Dursley family were evident as well.

Everyday seemed to get just a little weirder, and Percy was starting to doubt. To him, he felt as if he had already done this once. Every time he went to sleep he would be a little bit younger, and every time, some type of event happened. It was usually just his 'family' assaulting him.

He could only hope that this day would be better. It had sure started out that way. When his aunt insulted his cooking, he managed to dodge the frying pan, and she didn't come after him. Dudley and his friends went off to the park before school, so he didn't have to fear them.

Percy felt a strong urge that if maybe he did better than Dudley did, the Dursley's would like him more. It was one of his dreams.

He felt he had the perfect opportunity to prove himself, when the teacher gave them a test. Percy aced the test with ease, and was soon bouncing home to show his aunt and uncle.

"Uncle Vernon! I have something to show you!" Percy said as he bounded into the door. He had been so excited that he had forgotten not to yell or come crashing into the doorway. It amazed him when his uncle only gave him a stern look; maybe this was the day it all changed.

He gave his uncle the test, and Percy was already sporting a proud grin. Unfortunately, Dudley came home at that second. "Dad, the freak stole my test!"

Percy felt his world fall apart with those words. He looked up into his uncle's eyes and flinched. He would be feeling pain tonight.

His uncle's face turned purple before he started yelling. "HOW DARE YOU!"

For not the first time, an unconscious Percy was thrown inside the cupboard. His body now wore the scars of belt marks across his back.

Percy could feel his cognitive function was much lower today. It's not like he couldn't think, it just didn't form the way they usually did.

He did however know that he was in a dark space, and that this is where he had lived for as long as he could remember.

Soon, there was a pounding above him. Not much after that, the door opened, showing the face of his aunt. "Come here!" she screeched, startling him, but he did as he was told.

"Let's get you dressed, and no silly stuff today either!" She dressed Percy in the most hideous outfit they had, though Percy thought little of it at the time. "Don't go near, Dudley! We don't you to make him into a freak as well!"

She marched off into the kitchen, presumedly to make breakfast. Percy, despite his aunt's orders, was curious as to what Dudley was doing with some little red thing. The word 'playing' came to Percy's mind.

Percy was not a talkative child. He only talked when absolutely necessary, and he talked even less so right now. Dudley on the other hand, more than made up for Percy's lack of communication.

"Wha' are you doing?" Percy asked, finding it weird that even making simple sentences was difficult.

"I'm playing with my fire truck, freak. Do you want to play with me?" Dudley said all of this nicely. Percy smiled. Dudley, despite his parent's objections, was the only one who was nice to him.

"Sure," Percy said with a shrug. He sat down beside Dudley and was shown the ropes by the other child.

The truck was rolling on the ground as usual. Percy was really excited that he had done something by himself. Suddenly, Percy felt a small spark in his head, and the truck subsequently started floating in the air.

The boys continued to play, at least until Aunt Petunia came out from the kitchen. Her screech could probably be heard throughout the street. "Dudley! Get away from him!"

This time when Percy woke up, he was in a completely different environment. In fact, this room was rather nice.

His cognitive function was even lower; he could tell. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a gurgling noise. He tried to move, but failed in that attempt as well, only managing to roll over.

It was weird because he could think as he did in his twelve year old body, but his body didn't respond like it usually would. He decided to just wait it out. 'Surely there must be some logical reason…'

Percy awoke to screaming. He tried to discern the voices, but he failed. Suddenly, an obvious younger version of his mother ran into his room, carrying a little child that couldn't be much older than one.

It only took a few moments for Percy to realize it was Harry. "Be good little boys for mommy and be quiet," his mother said, her whole body quivering.

The crash heard downstairs, quickly followed by an object hitting the ground, caused panic to arise in the room. Percy knew exactly what was going on now. 'I must be dreaming then!' he surmised.

The door crashed open, and his mother immediately began pleading for Voldemort to exchange herself for her children. Percy felt some pride swell in him at his mother actually wanting to give her life for him.

"Stupefy!" 'No mummy!'

His mother's body fell limply on the floor, but Percy knew she wasn't dead, just knocked out. Voldemort turned to him, but Percy couldn't understand his words for some reason, just the chilling cackle his voice made.

Voldemort raised his wand at Percy. 'It's all just a dream. It's all just a dream,' Percy was chanting in his head.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Just like when he was being beaten by Vernon, Percy felt true pain course through his veins when the spell was cast on him. 'Ahhh!'

Suddenly, the pain stopped altogether. Percy's vision was filled with…stone?

A/N- Just thought it would be good to show what life was like before being introduced to the magical world. Not the most pleasant thing but…

Anyways, I think the second chapter isn't so bad. As always, Read and Review!