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Learning to Fly

Chapter One

Harry, Hermione, and Ron were able to grab an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express for the trip back to London. Hermione, being the last one into the compartment, quickly closed the door, clicking the lock into place, and charming it with a low level notice-me-not spell. All three wished to not be disturbed, especially Hermione and Ron who wanted to know the full story of what happened after they had split up.

By the time she turned around Harry had taken a seat next to the window on the right and was staring blankly out the window. Ron had taken the seat across from him and glanced at her when she moved. Hermione unsure of where it would be best to sit, decided next to Harry, this way it would be easier for her to comfort him, if he needed it.

Harry for his part had forgotten about his friends, lost in his thoughts about his whole first year at Hogwarts. Throughout the year Hermione, Ron, and him had many adventures and fun learning spells. Yeah they had some rough patches, like the Troll Incident, dealing with Malfoy and his goons, and fighting off Voldemort's wrath, but all in all it was a good year. The only complaint he had, class wise, was Professor Snape's potion class. Harry knew he could do potions as it resembled cooking so much, but with Snape breathing down his neck and deducting points for the smallest of things, it made the class difficult. Harry vowed to himself that Snape would not get to him next year and he would show the professor how good he could be.

The train jolting into movement, woke Harry up from his thoughts and he watched mournfully as the school became smaller and smaller in the distance until it completely vanished. His heart hurt, when it finally disappeared, as if he had lost something precious and couldn't find it. Going back to the Dursley's and their abusive nature didn't help his heart ache, only made it worse. Hogwarts was his home, not his aunt's house.

Leaning against the cool glass of the window, Harry closed his eyes and gave out a long sigh. He was worried about what the Dursley's would be like when he arrived back at King's Cross. After completed his shopping in Diagon Alley with Hagrid, he went back to the Dursley's for a couple of weeks, to say they had been unpleasant was the understatement of the century. His chore list had grown to the point where he couldn't get it done in one day, which lead to beatings or being locked in what used to be Dudley's second bedroom. That was the only good thing about his Hogwarts letter, no more cupboard. Though that still didn't make up for everything else they did.

Harry's last two days at Privet drive he spent deep cleaning Dudley's bedroom and the attic. The attic wasn't too bad as nobody bothered him and let him clean. Dudley's room on the other hand was torture, for the simple fact Dudley stayed in the room with him and hit him everytime he got the chance. Sometimes his Aunt would come in to tell him what he could and couldn't throw away.

Letting out another deep sigh, Harry opened his eyes and stared out at the wild scenery rushing past their window, completely ignoring what the other two were talking about in the cabin.

Harry may have been able to ignore his friend, but Hermione's warm brown eyes noticed that something was troubling her friend. It worried her and she wanted to know if it was something she or Ron could help with.

"Harry?" she softly whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder to get his attention, hoping not to scare him .

Unfortunately it didn't work, Harry flinched away from her touch and whip his head around, staring at her with frightened emerald lasted for a few seconds, him blinking a few times, before finally relaxing again, when no threat presented became even more concerned about her friend, for this wasn't the first time he had reacted this way when somebody snuck up on him and touched him. He also avoided as much physical contact as possible and even when she made sure he saw her coming in for a hug, he always tensed up and only relaxed after a few seconds.

Harry saw the look of worry on Hermione's face and so automatically apologised, "Sorry, not much company at the moment." He tried to smile, but the nervousness and dread at seeing the Dursley's got the better of him and it quickly dropped from his face.

By now Ron had even recognised something was wrong with his friend and joined in on the conversation, "What's on your mind, Harry?"

Harry was panicking now. He had never told them what was going on in his home life. Somehow he had been able to avoid their questions with something else. He had learned a long time ago, that telling anyone did nothing but earn him extra beatings, and being locked away with no food for days on end.

Wishing to change the subject and keep them from asking more questions he came up with the closest truth he could find. "Just wishing we could be back at Hogwarts already,"

Hermione furrowed her brows, she knew that Harry wasn't sharing everything. "Harry, come on that isn't all of it. What are you really thinking about?"

Unsure of what to do, Harry turned back to staring out the window as his thoughts raced. Hermione had seen through him once more. He loved her to death, but sometimes he wished she was a little more dense, like Ron, and not so pushy about things. He could feel the anger come up and he was getting ready to snap at her that nothing was wrong, but something stopped him. It was one little thought, what could they do to help. They weren't grown ups. In his experience with adults, they never believed what a child told them and brushed it off as something stupid or their imagination. He could tell Hermione and Ron what was really going on and sure they might tell their parents, but nothing would come of it, Harry was positive of that.

Turning back to his friends he searched their eyes for a few minutes to see if they were serious. Finding that they were, he took a deep breath and whispered, "I don't know where to begin?" His voice sounded timid and unsure, not what he was going for at all.

Hermione couldn't help feeling the small amount of joy at hearing Harry opening up to them. She had tried all year to find out what was going on with him. Especially, after finding him huddled in a corridor muttering, "sorry," over and over again, his bag and belongings scattered all over the floor.

"The beginning is always the best place to start or so I have been told." She coaxed gently, hoping Harry wouldn't climb back into his shell.

Ron snorted, "You're right," and in his tactless way continued, "So, come on Harry, tell us."

Hermione shot him a glare and kicked Ron's shin, earning an, "Ow, what was that for," from Ron, making a small smile appear on Harry's face.

Watching as Hermione chewed Ron out for his insensitive nature Harry couldn't help, but admire his friends. No matter how serious a conversation they were having, his friends always managed to stay true to themselves and that made it easier for Harry to open up to them.

"Hey, guys!" Harry yelled, making both friends stop and stare at him.

"Sorry Harry," Ron grinned.

"Sorry," Hermione blushed, "Please tell us?"

Harry nodded and began to talk, his voice soft, "After Voldemort," here both friends flinched at the use of the name, but Harry ignored it, "murdered my parents, I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle, which is common knowledge now. What isn't known is that according to them I had been placed on their doorstep in a basket with a blanket to cover me and nothing more than a note explaining what happened. They didn't have a choice in taking me in and if it was up to them, they wouldn't have. My relatives hate anything that isn't up to their standards of normal and magic falls into their category of unnatural. In order to not have a freak leaving with them they tried all sorts of ways to get my magic out of me. They have tried working it out of me, beating it out, and even starving it out in the hopes I would turn normal. Of course it never worked, as magic is something that is a part of a witch or wizards DNA."

"Oh Harry, that is horrible!" Hermione cried, a hand over her mouth and eyes wide in horror that someone's guardians could be so cruel.

Ron, on the other hand, wasn't as shocked as Hermione, asking, "Can you give us details on what they did?"

"Ron!" Hermione screeched, "How can you ask that?" Hitting him on the arm closest to her for his crassness.

"Hey stop it," Ron yelled, grabbing Hermione's hands to stop her from hitting him. "I asked because if we are going to help him we need to know details, not just an overview."

Harry watched them with a smile on his face, but on the inside he was worried. How could Ron and Hermione help? They weren't adults and he knew adults wouldn't believe them, so he wasn't going to let a sliver of hope to form, only to have it crushed again.

Hermione stopped her struggling to stare at Ron in wonderment. "You're right, why didn't I think of that."

Seeing she wasn't going to hit him anymore, Ron let go of her hands and they fell into her lap like a puppet whose strings had been cut. "It's okay Hermione. You were only shocked that somebody could do something like that, but in wizarding families, especially pure blooded ones, it isn't uncommon for a child, most likely a squib, to be mistreated. Think of Neville, he was dropped out of a window."

"Still doesn't make it right," Hermione mumbled.

By now Harry's smile had dropped off his face and he couldn't help but frown at the mention of Neville. The frown deepened as Hermione turned to him and asked, "Could you, maybe…"she trailed off.

Harry new what she was trying to ask and in all honesty he didn't want them to know the details, but he didn't know how to get out of telling them. Seeing their expectant gazes, Harry realized he wasn't getting out of the compartment without giving them something.

Giving them a wary look, he picked one of his milder memories as an example and began, "Before I can remember, I had to do the cleaning, gardening, and cooking. I was five years old with Aunt Petunia supervising me in the kitchen, as it was my first time trying to cook. I had gotten the toast and eggs done without any problems, but when I got to the bacon I accidentally burnt it. Aunt Petunia got so mad at me that she picked up the nearest thing, which happened to be a frying pan I had finished washing a couple of minutes ago a...an...and…" Harry tried to shake off the feeling of his chest constricting and his heart rate accelerating, but no matter what he did his breaths became shorter and shorter.

Hermione realizing that Harry was going into a panic attack, quickly forced his head down between his legs. "Harry, Harry, I need you to follow what I do," she almost shouted at him to get his attention, kneeling on the floor before him. She saw him looking up at her between the fringe of his bangs and so continued, "I want you to breath in through your mouth and nose up to the count of three. One...Two...Three. Now I want you to breath out the same way. One...Two...Three." After repeating this several times, Harry finally relaxed under the hand she had placed on his back.

"Thank you, Hermione. I'm good now, you can let me back up," Harry murmured.

Hermione let up on his back and retook her seat next to him. Sitting up straight again, Harry tried to remember the last time he had a panic attack. Then he realized that ever since he had left for Hogwarts he hadn't had one. This revelation had him understanding how much the Dursley's actually affected him and it frightened him .

"You alright ?" Ron asked the worry showing in his voice.

Ron's worried tone grabbed Harry's attention away from his panic-inducing thoughts and gave him something else to focus on. Reassuring his friends.

Focusing on Ron, Harry tried to muster a small smile, "I'm fine now," he mumbled.

Ron nodded in acceptance, "Can you finish what you were trying to tell us?"

Sucking in a deep breath, Harry nodded and slowly continued where he left off, "Aunt Petunia...hit...hit me in the he...head with the frying pan." Harry let out a small sigh, happy to get it out without another panic attack and now could finish the rest of the story without any more problems, "I don't remember anything after that. The next thing I do remember is waking up a couple of days later in my cup...room." He corrected himself at the last moment. They didn't need to know he lived in a cupboard under the stairs until he got his Hogwarts letter. That would be more humiliating than any of his stories of the abuse he suffered at the hands of his so called family.

Hermione didn't have any words to describe what she was feeling and so could only wrap her arms around him in a tight hug. She felt Harry stiffen at the sudden human contact, but as she went to pull away, his arms came around her and returned the hug as he relaxed. Ron not wanting to be left out also came over and bent over wrapping both of them in his long skinny arms. Harry was glad for the comfort and love he felt from both of his best friends.

"You're not alone," Ron whispered loud enough for both Harry and Hermione to hear

Hermione gave a little sob and replied, "No you're not, we'll always be there for you Harry."

Harry nodded his head as he pulled back from the hug, "Thanks, guys, it means a lot. I'm sorry for burdening you with my problems."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," Hermione protested smiling at him, wiping her eyes. "Have you ever told anyone?" she inquired.

Granted she already knew the answer was probably no. Having been an avid reader and information hog, she had read quite a few things about abuse. She knew that a number of children never told people, scared of what could happen if they did. In the newspaper, she had also seen stories telling of families that had killed the child after finding out that they had told somebody. It horrified her that a person could treat their own flesh and blood that way. Family was suppose to love and protect you no matter what. It was something she had been taught since she was little, but with her growing intellect Hermione knew that to be a fairytale for someone like Harry.

So it surprised her when Harry said, "I tried a couple of times when I was younger."

"Really. What happened?" She pressed, seeing as he was still with his relatives, it obviously didn't end well.

"It just isn't worth it." He responded and at Hermione and Ron's questioning looks he continued, "When social services would come to the house or a neighbor would inquire about it, they would always be able to turn it around to make it my fault. If it was a question about something I said they would tell the people that I had a psychological test done and it turned up that I am a pathological liar." He went to say something more, but Ron interrupted him.

"Wait, hold on mate. What is this psycho...sycholgic test thing and what does path...pathological mean" Ron asked, stumbling over how to say such unfamiliar words.

Hermione unfailing answered his questions, "Psychological test is a test to see how your mind works, by asking you a bunch of questions on how you would solve a problem. Pathological means that Harry can't help but lie about almost anything." Trying to put it into simpler terms for him to follow

"Oh okay, I get you now. Go ahead Harry." Ron said now understanding things.

"It's okay mate," Harry smiled slightly,, "If I had bruises or cuts that were visible the Dursley's would make up an excuse of I fell or tripped over something, due to my clumsiness or even inflicted the cuts on myself. If company was coming over I was ordered to either stay in my cupb...room and keep quiet or to stay out in the garden and keep quiet." He finished with his head bowed and his hand clenched into a fist in his lap. Harry was ashamed, embarrassed, and angry by what the Dursley's were doing to him and he couldn't see a way to stop it.

Ron and Hermione were both at a loss of what to do as well. They wanted to help Harry. Hearing that things get turned around on him, if the Dursley's were confronted then they would have to be caught in the act. Until then they would have to think of something to help until that time.

Ron decided to break the morbid silence that had filled the compartment, "What can we do to help?"

Harry snapped his head up with a look of surprise painted across his face. It quickly faded into a frown as he answered Ron's question, "I… I don't think there is much that you can do Ron. I've managed for years already. I… I think I can handle the summer holidays," giving a small smile at the end, that didn't reach his eyes.

"There must be something we can do to make it easier," Hermione said as she started to play with a piece of her chocolate hair. Then all of a sudden she stopped and a big grin took over her face as she leaned in closer to the two of them. "I got it! When you reply back to our letters you can put in if you need anything and we can send it to you through the owl post."

"Yeah," Ron grinned, "I will even ask my Mom to make you some extra meals and put a stats charm on it, so you can eat it whenever and it won't go bad." Ron's enthusiasm growing at Hermione's idea.

"Thank you," Harry said gratefully, then he seemed to remember something as he glanced at Hermione. "But, Hermione you don't have an owl."

"Hmm, you're right, but you see during the year my parents wrote that they were thinking of purchasing an owl when I got back, so they can send me letters whenever instead of waiting for me to remember," she said sheepishly, "This takes care of the problem of not having an owl," she smiled.

"Oh," Harry said looking forlornly down at Hedwig in her cage sleeping.

"What is it, Harry?" Hermione asked seeing and hearing his sadness.

"You see," he started and then had to swallow to keep the tears at bay before continuing, "I was hoping you would take Hedwig."

Seeing the startled look on her face he continued, "The Dursley's don't want her around. When I brought her home, my uncle threatened to kill her and the only way I could stop him was by promising to keep her locked up the whole time I was there. It wasn't any fun for her and I don't want to put her in danger again, so could you please take her?"

Hermione had tears in her eyes as Harry almost begged her to take his owl. She knew how much Hedwig met to him and to give up his only companion in that nasty place took a lot of strength. She wasn't going to deny him, "Sure I'll take her. I'm sure my parents won't mind as it will save them having to buy one for a while." Laying a hand on his knee she made sure she had eye contact, "I promise you that I will take very good care of her."

Harry stared at her, trying to see the truthfulness in her eyes., "Thanks, Hermione. I feel a lot better knowing that she'll be safe with you," he smiled softly.

"I'll send letters as often as I can. But in the middle of August, we'll be going to France for two weeks. She looked to Ron, "Ron, would Hedwig be able to stay with you while I am away?" she asked.

Ron smiled, nodding, "Sure, that's fine with me. I'll make sure that she is sent to you as often as possible as well Harry. I know you'll miss her." Ron could remember the few times that Harry would go and speak with Hedwig, it calmed him down when things around Hogwarts got that little bit too much for him.

"Well," Hermione smiled back and then looked at Harry. "I think we should make sure that the owls will only go to Harry when he is alone. We don't want his family," she almost spat the word before she continued, "to know that we are helping Harry."

"Good idea," Ron agreed, "Sending them during the nighttime as well. Harry would you be alright with that?" he asked, glancing to Harry.

"Yeah, that will be fine," Harry nodded.

Ron turned back to Hermione, who was now sitting beside him. Harry tuned out the plans that they were making for him. Harry knew that with Hermione, it was best to let her be in charge and to start writing down the plans they were coming up with. Ron was surprising them both with the more carefully thought out plans he was coming up with to make sure that Harry would be able to get in touch them should something happen. Especially if he was hurt badly enough he needed help.

Harry smiled, thankful that he had such good friends. He turned to the window and looked out, getting lost in his thoughts of Hogwarts and all that he had learned throughout the year. He could still hear Ron and Hermione as they planned what they would send him, and when they would send it. He could hear the scratching of a quill on parchment, but it faded into the background, like their voices. Harry began to tense as the scenery changed as they started to enter the city. The train was beginning to slow and Harry pulled his legs up, tightening his arms around them. The reality of going back to Privit Drive was beginning to really hit him.

"Don't want to go back," he whispered in a desperate plea.

Hermione looked up from her parchment, "Ha…" she began, only to stop when she saw Harry.

Ron looked up and then glanced at Hermione.

There were a couple of times when Harry disappeared into the depths of Hogwarts. The two would search for him, and they would find him, looking scared and trying not to panic It mainly happened when the stress of people coming up to him, asking about his scar and parent got too much for him. He seemed so much smaller and scared of what was going on in the world around him that they didn't have the heart to get closer, unsure if they would be able to help him, or make him more scared. Harry looked so vulnerable he always put up a facade when out in Hogwarts, but now it was torn away with him having to go back to the Dursley's. They looked at each other and made a silent promise. They would do all they could to help Harry. The parchment that Hermione had in her hands was going to be followed to the letter, by the both of them.

"It'll be alright Harry, we're here for you" Hermione reassured him quickly changing seats once more and taking hold of his hand. Even though she didn't know what would happen, she had to believe that it would be alright. She wished that something would happen to give Harry the family he truly deserved.

"We'll be there, almost everyday there will be a way for you to get in touch. If you need us, just say, if you can't answer properly smudge the words on the letter and return it like that," Ron told him, taking hold of Harry's other hand. Wishing that Harry could have a proper family.

"Okay," Harry said, slowly uncurling from his little ball, his arms going to either side of him. He squeezed the hands in his, grateful for the friends he had.

"Right," Hermione said, "Read this," she added, handing over the parchment.

Harry took it with a shaky hand and read through it. He couldn't help the smile, they were going to be sending letters each day to him, alternating who it would be. "Thank you," he whispered looking to them both.

"We're here for you Harry," Ron reassured him,

The train gave a lurch as it came into the station. "I supposed we better get ready," Hermione said, standing up.

Harry nodded, handing over the parchment and stood up. He picked up Hedwig's cage, "You have to go with Hermione okay Hedwig, she'll take care of you, and you'll come and see me, promise." He was reassuring the owl. He handed the cage over to Hermione, looking sad at the thought of his friend not being with him.

"I'll take good care of you Hedwig, and I'll make sure you get to see Harry as much as possible," Hermione promised her, smiling as the owl gave a coo and pushed herself against the cage wall towards Harry.

"I'm sorry you can't come with me, but it wouldn't be safe, okay," he soothed her, running a finger over the feathers on her chest through the bars of her cage.

"Okay, we need to go," Ron said, the train was quickly emptying.

Harry and Hermione nodded, they would have to make their way to the luggage compartment to get their trunks. Ron led the way, knowing what they needed to do since he had watched his brother do the same thing for years.

"Hermione, Harry, go and get some Trolleys for us," Ron said as he went to wait in line.

Harry and Hermione nodded and went to get some. Harry grabbed two, while Hermione grabbed one for herself. "We're here," Hermione called out, joining Ron in the line.

Ron was the first to put his hand on the circle, and not even a second later his trunk was there. Harry helped him lift it onto the trolley, and then Harry did the same. As they lifted Hermione's very heavy trunk, they could hear Ron's brothers getting theirs.

"They family wait down there," Ron pointed out, to where they would wait for their children to arrive.

Ron started walking a little faster, as did Hermione. Harry felt a pang of jealousy going through him when he realised that they wanted to get to their parents. As soon as they reached the area a plump motherly looking woman rushed towards them and wrapped Ron up in her arms.

"Oh Ron, how was your first year? You didn't write home that much," she said, whatever Ron was trying to say was muffled. "What did you say Ron?" she asked, finally letting him go.

"I said my first year was good, sorry I didn't write more," Ron grinned up at his mother. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he had missed her and Ginny.

"Solnyshko," came a soothing accented voice as another woman started to move towards them.

"Mama," Hermione called out, running towards the woman and leaving her trunk and wrapping her arms around her mother.

"Missed you so much Solnyshko, and it's not enough just writing once a week, you need to write to me every couple of days," she said, holding her only child close.

Harry watched the reunions going on around him, that jealous feeling bubbled a little. He closed his eyes and wondered about the greeting he would get from the Dursley's. Harry opened his eyes when arms went around him. He chuckled softly as bushy chocolate brown hair blocked his view.

"We have to go, I promise to send a letter tomorrow morning," Hermione said as she pulled back.

Harry nodded, "Look forward to reading it," he smiled.

Hermione gave one last hug and ran off with her parents. Her father was happily talking to Hedwig in her cage, and her mother was watching the two of them with a fond expression on her face.

Ron looked to Harry, "Are you alright from here?" he was worried, wondering if he should convince his mother to wait until the Dursley's arrived before they left.

Harry shook his head, giving a reassuring smile, "No, it's best if I go to meet them alone. I don't know what they would do if they were confronted by a number of wizards," he answered.

"Alright, I'll write the day after Hermione and I will be sending food as well.," Ron told him, before slowly walking over to him mum as they left the station, giving Harry one last glance before he left.

Harry was alone, and he shuddered as he pushed his trolley through the barrier and into the Muggle part of King's Cross station. He glanced around, hoping he would be able to spot the Dursley's. They were nowhere in sight. Harry waited in the one sport for a while. When they still didn't show after an hour of waiting he began to walk around slowly. There was a small bit of dread and then a little bit of hope. It blossomed, thinking that maybe they wouldn't come for him and he would be able to find another place to stay, he wondered if there was somewhere in Diagon Alley where he could stay.

"Boy!" came a yell from behind him as he was going past platform 3. A few people were startled by the sudden yell and turned towards the man that had called out.

Harry's heart sank as he turned and saw his Uncle, Aunt and Dudley, "Hello," he said, as politely as he could.

"Let's go," Uncle Vernon said gruffly as he led the way out of the station a hand grabbing Harry's shoulder and squeezing it painfully, "Glad to see you got rid of the bloody owl," he growled as he glared at his nephew.

"My friend is looking after her, I know that you didn't like her," Harry said, hoping it was the right thing say.

"Mummy," Dudley whined, tugging on his mother's arm, "I want something to eat. We've been here ages and I'm hungry," he complained as he looked at the shops selling fast food.

"We'll be home soon enough Poppet and then I can cook you a wonderful dinner," Aunt Petunia soothed, running her hand over her son's head.

"But I want something now!" Dudley yelled stamping his foot on the ground. The yell got the attention of people that were walking by.

"Vernon, we should get Dudders something to eat for the journey back," Aunt Petunia immediately gave in, seeing some of the looks that they were getting.

"Strapping lad like Dudley, of course, he would want something to eat. We'll have to be quick," Uncle Vernon smiled, letting go of Harry and patting his son on the shoulder, "You stay here," Uncle Vernon instructed, as they walked into the nearest fast food place.

Harry knew he wasn't going to be given anything. He just wanted to get back to Privit Drive and figure out how the summer was going to go with him being back. Dudley came out stuffing his face with french fries. Aunt Petunia looked so proud of him, holding a bag of what Harry suspected would be a couple of burgers. Uncle Vernon glared at him as he led the way out of the building and towards the carpark.

Harry struggled to put his trunk in the boot of the car. Getting no help from the Dursley's at all as they quickly got into the car. He panted as he finally managed to get it into the boot. He went to the side where Aunt Petunia was sat and got into the back of the car. Dudley was still eating beside him, it was his second burger. Harry looked out of the window after doing up his belt.

Uncle Vernon started up the car and began to grumble about the traffic as they headed out of London. Harry tuned him out, as Aunt Petunia started to try and calm him down. His uncle hated driving around the city. It was only his Aunt that was able to calm him down enough to do so.

"Boy!" a yell came from the front of the car.

Harry's head snapped to look at his uncle, "Yes Uncle?" he asked, voice shaking, wondering what he had done.

"There are rules for when we get back," he said, as they stopped at a traffic light.

"Yes Uncle," Harry nodded.

"Your trunk will be locked away with everything else. You will not go near it, you will do all your chores. Any complaints and I will burn your trunk. Do you understand me?" he yelled.

"Yes Uncle," Harry nodded again. To scared to say anything else. He wondered if he would be able to get the letters from his friends. It would have to be at night, just in case one of the neighbours saw something. As soon as the first letter arrived, he would be writing that to them, to make sure that they understood. He just hoped he would be able to get them in his room.

"Mummy," Dudley began to whine again as the lights begin to change ahead of them, "It's cutting into me again," he complained about his seat belt. It was something he complained about most of the time. Even Uncle Vernon did on occasions.

"It's not far now Poppet, we'll be home soon, just keep it on until then," Aunt Petunia said, her voice loving and caring as she talked to her son. She turned around in her seat, looking to her son.

"Not wearing it," Dudley said petulantly as he undid it, "Better now," he grinned as he picked up the last burger he had and began to eat.

"It will be fine, nothing will happen Pet," Uncle Vernon reassured his wife as they pulled out into the intersection.

Harry's eyes went wide as he looked out of his window, "Va…" was all he could say before the speeding van careened into the side of the car. It was going too fast to be able to stop. Harry felt the jolt and then heard the screams from his family. Dudley hit the back of his dad seat, slamming his Uncle into the steering wheel. Dudley slammed back and into the side and then towards Harry, crushing him against the inside of the car.

The car began to travel and metal started to twist around him as the car began to roll. Over and over it went, the screams began to die down and then stopped. The car came to a rest on its left side. Harry's eyes fluttered shut and remained that way, unconscious to the world around him, a heavy weight on top of him, pinning him face first to the ground, smashed window and buckled car door.

Thank you for reading, I do hope you have enjoyed this first chapter!