Somewhere to call home.

Disclaimer I do not own Harry potter or any of the characters. And I am not trying to make money off my story I write for the fun of it.

CHAPTER ONE

Harry was sitting on his bed listening to the rain patter gently against his window, sighing he laid his head back and closed his eyes trying to ignore his pounding head ache and smarting legs. The Dursley's had been extra harsh handing out chores that say and Harry could barley even keep his eyes open. The thundering foot steps from down the hall let him know that either Dudley or uncle Vernon was coming up to bed, or at least that's what Harry hoped they were coming up for. As the door across the hall slammed shut and a TV was turned on Harry let his breath out, curling up in a ball under his worn down sheet Harry closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When He awoke the next morning he wearily glanced at the clock beside his bed, it read 5:30am he decided to just get up because by 6:00 he's have to be awake either way. As Harry stood his leg gave out and he had to clutch the bedside table with both hands just to keep his balance. Harry felt the painful tingling sensation work its was up his leg and he winced at the feeling." Must have sleep the wrong way on my leg"

he muttered to himself and made his way over the Hedwigs cage. Harry muttered softly to hedwig the only thing in this house he could really talk to.

"Boy are you up yet?" he heard his aunt yell "yes aunt petunia, I'll be right down!" under his breath he murmured some very colorful things then opened his door and wandered into the kitchen. Dudley was sitting at the table and looked slightly thinner from all the dieting he was made to do, Harry would of said something but was afraid of getting hit because someone would have thought he was getting smart. Aunt Petunia set out grape Fruit and a strawberry smoothie for everyone except Harry. She glared at him and said "go mow the lawn then you can have YOUR breakfast if you want to eat your going to have to work for it" rather then argue Harry slipped on his shoes and scuffled out the backdoor and headed for the shed where the lawn mower was.

As he mowed the lawn he let his mind wonder he pretended Sirius was alive and he lived with him, they'd spend hours laughing and drinking lemonade playing Wizards Chess. He was snapped back to reality when he ran over one of his aunt petunias flowers. Gasping he backed away and shot a scared glance to the house. Sighing in relief he quickly finished the yard and darted in the house. His aunt shoved a tiny piece of grapefruit in his hand and stormed off leaving Harry alone not that he minded all that much. When he finished up he didn't know what to do with himself so he decided to walk to the park, without saying anything he slipped out of the house and disappeared down the road. Harry sat on a park bench and watched little kids with thier parents playing and sand boxes and on swings. For some reason Harry suddenly felt very out of place, he had no parents and no one he had ever even brought him to the park. When the Dursleys when he was locked in his cupboard until the got home. Harry had never had someone to push him on swings and to his own surprise he found his cheeks wet. He snickered at himself the and thought bitterly 'The boy who lived, HA if they could see him now crying like a baby Malfoy would have a big old laugh about it.'Harry felt growing dread in his chest how long had he been there he could have sworn no longer then thirty minutes. But to his dismay he realized it was getting dark and the sun was setting he must have fallen asleep. Fearing the moment he walked through the front door he took a deep breath and stood up. His hand wavered on the door handle but finally he pushed it open and Vernon was on him in an instant, Harry was grabbed by the hair and slammed him hard against a wall. "SO" Vernon roared "YOU DESTROY MY WIFE'S GARDEN THEN RUN OFF DO YOU?" Harry struggled in vain to free himself from his uncles death grip "WELL I'V GOT NEWS FOR YOU BOY! YOU MESS UP AGAIN AND THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY" with that he dropped Harry into a heap on the floor. As soon as Harry could regain balance he was up the stairs and in his room. He flopped on the bed and gingerly rubbed his head, his head was sore but he didn't care right now all he could think about was sleep. And with this thought he was out yet again.

Well I hope you like it so far I tried sort of hard to make it interesting! Well please comment I want like good advice please thanks

3 Shannon