Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, I wish I did though! Also, the story does contain mentions of abuse so if that bothers you move on to the next story!

This is my first story, not just my first fanfiction, but my first story. I've never written anything other then essays before, so please forgive any mistakes I've made and point them out to me. It will only make me a better writer!

Walking through the halls at Hogwarts Dolores Umbridge stopped suddenly when she saw a door appear to her right. Looking around she saw that no one was there, but herself so it couldn't be a prank, so she opened the door and found what she had been looking for, for the last month. The proof that Harry Potter was a no good liar. Triumphantly walking down to dinner with four thick books in her hands, Professor Umbridge had a plan. At dinner tonight they would start reading the first book, Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone to see what a truly horrible little boy Harry Potter really was. In her scheming little mind this was the best plan ever, but what she didn't know was that her plan was going to backfire, spectacularly.

While reading the first book at dinner people were shocked and surprised that "The Harry Potter" was not treated well at home and most disturbingly not loved by his family. While those facts might seem shocking to most of the student body and to the teachers unfortunately two people closest to Harry in that room had suspected something wrong for a while.

First of all Harry always flinched when someone touched him unexpectedly. Every time someone hugged him at the beginning of term his body went rigid and he seemed like he was in pain, but when asked if anything was wrong he would shrug and say he was "fine". Harry also never changed or bathed in front of anyone and once when Ron accidentally walked in on him while he was showering he thew a towel around himself and left even though there was shampoo still in his hair.

Harry's two best friends were beyond concerned for him, they knew that something horrible must happen to him over the summer and were currently trying to get him to admit something so that he could get out of that situation. So far, though they were having no luck. It was like swimming up a waterfall, every time they made a little progress into getting him to talk to a teacher or even better Dumbledore Harry would talk himself right out of it. Sure Ron or Herminie could go to talk to a teacher about their concerns, but they knew if they did that that Harry would likely blame them and never speak to them again. They were caught between a rock and a hard place. Maybe this blasted book would be a blessing in disguise and finally get someone to notice that Harry was hurting.

When they had come to the third chapter Harry stiffened, he remembered the trip to the zoo... and what had happened afterward. If this book documented everything as it really happened and so far it was looking that way he knew this was going to be bad, Only him and Uncle Vernon really knew what happened and he wanted it to stay that way. No one could know, no one could know that "The Chosen One" was beaten to a bloody pulp by a blasted muggle, no one could know. So without warning, right before Umbridge got to the part when they returned home from the zoo he bolted. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, he didn't know where he was going all he knew was that he had to get out of there and fast. No one could know.