This is my first attempt at a story, please review and give me some kind of feedback please.

The war was over, Voldemort was gone once and for all, and most of the world celebrated. Sirius Black was a free man, and others like Severus and Lucius were free after years of spying. And Harry, the one who had saved them all a second time, he should have been celebrating as well right? His godfather was free and he should have been living with him surely. But no, Albus had fought them, saying there were criminals on the run. And while the marauders would be at school in the fall, and share DADA duties, Harry had been sent back. And the worst, the summer was longer than ever. It had started sooner, and was decided for security reasons, school would begin late.

Home was worse than ever. His Aunt and Uncle were fighting constantly, and his cousin was never home. His Aunt refused to feed him, and had become physically abusive. On his third day home he found himself chained out in rain with dog food, for a mess his cousin had made.

Vernon came out in the dark and barked. "Come boy."

Harry stood. "I am chained."

Vernon motioned to the shed he unlocked. "It will reach."

Harry watched as the man found blankets and a pillow. "What?"

Vernon motioned him in. "I will get the key tomorrow."

Harry sputtered. "Why?"

Vernon took out some food. "Your Aunt went too far."

Harry was trembling. "You are helping me?"

Vernon motioned Harry to sit. "Eat."

Harry sat down on the make shift bed, and ate the food, as he watched the man. He had little food since he left the school, and would have been happy for anything. But he was surprised to find a nice sandwich and some crisps, realizing they were left overs from dinner, and his mouth was watering from the simple smell. He watched the man in fear, sure this was a trick, but Vernon was smiling.

His Uncle sat down with him, extremely close. There was not much room in the small shed, and the man was a whale. Harry had no idea why the man was here, and why would he bring him food and stay with him.

He nearly jumped when he felt his Uncle's hand on his arm. "Why are you here?"

Vernon quieted him. "I thought you'd like company."

Harry was a bit uneasy. "I guess."

Vernon smiled. "Turn."

Harry was confused. "Why?"

Vernon began rubbing his shoulders and back. "You look sore."

Harry forced himself to relax. "I guess."

Vernon finally stood. "I will see you unchained tomorrow."

Harry looked up. "Why?"

Vernon handed him a cookie. "I don't agree with your Aunt. "

Harry watched the man go in confusion, and had no idea why he was doing all of this. He was grateful for the food and being able to sleep in the shed for the night. Vernon headed into the house and he could not keep the smile from his face, though when he ran into his wife up on the second floor, some of his good mood soon went away.

Petunia glared at him. "Where is the key? I am not leaving him outside."

Vernon smirked. "You will leave him."

Petunia was furious. "He is my nephew."

Vernon smirked. "You were all for it the other night."

Petunia shuddered. "Dudley is at Piers' house."

Vernon reminded her. "He will come home."

Petunia was white. "He is just a child."

Vernon smirked, and wondered where this sudden concern for her nephew had come from. It was about their son mainly, protecting him would always keep Petunia from doing something stupid of course. He had no intention of touching their son, he was not that sick, his wife just needed to know her place and keep her tongue. He knew she would, and he dangled the key in front of her for good measure.

He watched as she refused to take it. "You will continue to do as I have said. Or Dudley and I will see much more of each other."