Harry Potter was having the worst summer he had ever had. And that was saying something.

Uncle Vernon had somehow come to the conclusion that no one was coming for Harry, and had taking to saying that he was hated everywhere and by everyone, even by Sirius.

Harry hated to admit that the insult had hit it's mark, with a perfect bulls eye.

He had sent Hedwig to stay with Ron, and the Dursley's had taken full advantage of this.

They had put bars back on his window, thicker and stronger than before, and his door was practically made of locks, including a key-pad.

Aunt Petunia would shove a bucket through the cat-flap on his door every day after lunch for Harry to use as a toilet (along with very few left overs from breakfast, which was mostly soggy cereal that Dudley had a fit about) and Harry was embarrassed to admit he'd had more than one accident.

He supposed she locked the bucket in the cupboard under the stairs and burned its contents.

Harry sighed, sliding down from his bed and onto the floor.

He shouldn't really think of that, he was needing a pee again, and the Dursley's should be having dinner in about an hour. He hopped he didn't have another accident.

He heard heavy footsteps making their way up the stairs, Uncle Vernon by the sound of it, and then the key-pad's buttons being pressed, and the locks clicking open.

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. Now that he thought of it, he hadn't seen another living human up close since he had been locked in his room.

The last locked clicked and the door opened, Uncle Vernon stepping in.

He didn't say anything, just glared at Harry, and grabbed him by the hair, ignoring his cry of pain.

Vernon dragged Harry out of the room, down the stairs, and into the car.

While they backed out of the driveway, Harry asked. "Where are we going?"

"Don't ask questions!" Vernon snapped.

Harry didn't know how much time passed, but they finally came to a stop outside... a hospital?

"What are we doing here?" Harry asked, as Vernon got out of the car.

"I said don't ask questions!" he hissed, grabbing Harry, this time, by the arm and dragging him inside.

They sat in the waiting room for an hour, Vernon not even looking at Harry, instead reading a magazine.

Some of the other people was staring at him, Harry noticed warily.

He spotted a man in the corner of the room peering over at him from the top of his news paper, but he quickly ducked back under when he saw he was looking.

The door finally opened, a nurse in a white dress and apron coming out.

"Harry Potter?"

Uncle Vernon stood up, and walked over to the women.

They exchanged a few words, the nurse nodding along, before Vernon sat back down and the nurse ushered Harry out of the room.

They walked down a white hall, and finally into a room, were a doctor waited.

"Ah, hello Harry." he said kindly.

"Hey." Harry greeted back.

"My name's Dr. Thomson. Would you please lie down here?" Dr. Thomson said, gesturing to the hospital bed.

Harry hesitantly laid down onto the bed, watching the doctor warily.

"Now, I'm just gonna inject this..." Dr. Thomson said, pressing a needle into Harry's arm.

Almost immediately, Harry began to feel dizzy, and before he knew it, everything was black...

Flash's of doctors holding knife's and needles, a searing pain in his throat, something bloody on a silver tray...

The next time Harry woke, he found himself in his bed, at Privet Drive.

Was it a dream?

Harry got out of bed, and walked over to his closet.

He opened it and looked into the mirror.

He gasped.

But no sound came out.

Rapped round his neck was a white bandage.

Harry tried to say something, but was once again met by silence.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his mouth agape, trying to form words, a single sound, but nothing came out...

Tears began rolling down his cheeks, tears of shock and horror.

He knew the Dursley's were cruel, but removing his voice box?

Harry fell flat against the wall, curling up in the corner and crying, silent chocking sobs racking his thin chest.

Uncle Vernon was right. If someone was coming, would they let this happen? If someone loved him, would they care?

This is by far, the worst summer ever...

Three weeks passed, according to the chart in Harry's bedroom, and Harry still hadn't been able to make a sound.

Dudley would laugh outside his door ever now and then, saying how stupid he was and that no one cared about him and that he would never say a thing again...

Uncle Vernon had come into his room earlier, claimed they were going out for dinner, and tied Harry to the bed, said for 'extra precaution.'

And so, there Harry lay, starving, a full bladder, and mute.

Being mute had increased his hearing, which would be his only thing if he lost his glasses (Guess he'd just have to increase his touch if that happened), and so he didn't have to strain to hear the front door opening and about 6 people entering.

"This is it?" Hermione Granger, smartest witch in the year and one of Harry's best friends, whispered.

"Ya, it is." said the familiar voice of Ron Weasley, Harry's other best friend.

"Where's his room?" asked Remus Lupin, werewolf and ex-professor.

"Upstairs. Will probably be the only one locked. Me and Forge will get his things out of the cupboard." George Weasley, prankster, said.

"Ya, you go get Harrykinns professor." Fred Weasley, prankster, said.

Remus climbed the staircase, and Harry heard him stop outside his door.

"What the hell?" Remus whispered.

The key-pad began beeping, and the locks were clicked open.

Remus opened the door, and gasped.

"Harry!" he exclaimed, rushing to the teens side.

"What did they do to you?" Remus asked, looking Harry up and down.

Harry unable to answer, just continued to watch as Remus checked him, as if looking for injuries.

That's when he spotted the rope that tied Harry to the bed.

He moved to cut it, but Harry stopped him, shaking his head desperately.

"'No'? What do you mean 'no'?! Harry this isn't just abuse, it's dangerous! What if the house caught fire?" Remus said.

Harry shook his head again. If he was cut lose, who knows what his uncle will do!

Remus sighed in frustration. "Sirius! Come talk some sense into your godson!"

Harry's eyes widened. Sirius was here?!

His godfathers footsteps were heard coming up the stairs, and he appeared in the doorway.

"Moony, what's going- Harry!" he exclaimed, rushing to Harry's side.

"I'm gonna kill those Muggles!" Sirius said.

Before Harry knew what he was doing, Sirius had pulled up his shirt, and was tracing his ribs with his index finger, which were visibly clear under his pale skin.

Harry tried to struggle, but Remus held him down easily with one hand, and Harry was forced to stop, and was shocked to find out how exhausted he suddenly was.

Sirius took a knife out his back pocket and reached to cut the rope.

Harry began struggling again, but Remus wouldn't let him up.

Sirius cut the rope with ease and, to Harry's great embarrassment, picked him up.

They exited the bedroom, not bothering to close the door.

Harry's eyes went to the bathroom as they passed, and he pointed to it.

Remus, who was walking behind them, was the only one who noticed.

"Sirius, he needs the bathroom. I'll go wait downstairs." he said, before walking passed Sirius and down the stairs.

Sirius frowned at Harry. Why didn't he just tell him? In fact, Harry hadn't said a word as far as Sirius knew.

Pushing it aside for now, he walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with his foot.

He set Harry on the floor, who wobbled dangerously, causing Sirius to grab his arms to stop him from falling.

Harry blushed harder, as Sirius opened the toilet seat and began unbuckling Harry's pants.

Sirius turned away, still keeping a firm grip on Harry's shoulders.

After Harry was done peeing, Sirius pulled up his pants and buckled them, then picked up Harry again and walked downstairs, Harry blushing furiously.

Hermione gasped. "Oh my god, Harry!"

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked.

"From what we've gathered so far, he's been tied to his bed, starved and not allowed to use the bathroom." Remus said.

"He's also to weak to stand up by himself. Nearly fell over while we were in the bathroom." Sirius said, before turning a concerned gaze to Harry. "As he said anything to you, Remus?"

Remus frowned, shaking his head. "Now that I think of it, no. We'll take him to my place and check him out more there."

They headed for the front door.

"Oh, wait." George said.

He and his brother turned to the house, raised their wands and bang!

The entire house's walls and floors were suddenly decorated by flying pigs, running around oinking.

The twins grabbed Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage, and the group exited the house, now decorated with flying pigs on the inside.