Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter so please don't sue.

A/N: Hullo people! I know this plot is not as original as I would have liked it to be, but I just had to have my go, I promise will try to make it as original as I possibly can. Here are some warnings in order for you to enjoy your reading. This is AU (but aren't they all?) it will eventually be SLASH meaning M/M pairings; the pairing will eventually be HP/SS, it will also contain some scenes of abuse. If you don't like this, or are in any way uncomfortable with it, then please hit the back button now. Oh and by the way this is rated R so no kiddies. Reviews are always welcome. )

Anyway now let's get on with the fic.

Underworld

Prologue

"The sea spit out a lament so low nobody heard it"

It was the summer after Harry Potter's fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was by far the worse he had ever had; not only because he had killed his godfather Sirius Black that fateful day at the Department of Mysteries, but also because the threat members of the Order placed upon his uncle Vernon Dursley, of course he had been frightened at first, because it seemed that his murderer of a godfather also had a group of 'freaks' willing to attack him if anything should happen to Harry; nevertheless this all changed one night when Vernon Dursley went into Harry's room intending to wake him up and yell at him for slacking, he may be protected by others like him, but he still had chores to complete, he had gotten back about a week before and there was still much for him to do; it was just when he was getting close to his bed when he heard him muttering nonsense.

"No...Sirius...sorry...dead...fault"

"Who's dead?" asked Vernon Dursley to a sleeping Harry.

"Sirius" he answered sounding as if he were about to cry.

"Is he now? Well it probably was your fault anyway now wasn't it?" spat back Vernon Dursley with newfound confidence.

"Yes...yes my fault...now dead...no one to help"

This was all Vernon needed to hear, with no murderer godfather around, he could be happy again, sure the Order was expecting Harry to write every 3 days, but that was no longer one of his worries, for he could easily control what his nephew wrote; he could go back to what they were before, more beatings meant more fun.

Ok now, this is just the prologue, I'll add another chapter later today, and I'll try to update as often as possible (though college makes it a bit hard), once a week or something like that.

R/R

Thank you very much!