Reliving the Past, Present, and Future

Chapter 1

The sun was setting over the houses of Privet Drive casting mysterious shadows in the neighborhood.
Harry was currently staring out his window watching the sun go down sluggishly. He was feeling rather lonely; he had received no owls from any of his friends, not even Hagrid or his God-Father, Sirius...

Harry suddenly shot up from his desk and started pacing quietly. His fists were clenched and teeth began grinding in anger. Dementors sent to get him... Mrs. Figg tailing him in secret... the suspension from Hogwarts and a hearing at the Ministry of Magic – and he still had no clue what was happening. The only information being a brief note from Mr. Weasley and Sirius telling him to stay put.

Harry's pacing got faster, and he was sure he was burning a path into the carpet. A few minutes later, he decided to lie down to blankly stare at the ceiling.

There simply was nothing else he could do.

His exhausted mind was quite blank when his Uncle entered the room. Harry kept his gaze to the ceiling though his muscles tightened.

"Look at me, boy," growled Vernon Dursley.

Harry flinched before slowly turning his head to stare at his Uncle.

Uncle Vernon was wearing his best suit with an expression of enormous smugness.

"We're going out," he said pompously, puffing his chest out.

"Fine," said Harry dully, turning back to the ceiling.

"You look at me when I'm talking to you, boy!"

Before Harry could blink, his Uncle charged at him like a raging rhinoceros and landed a firm blow to his ribs.

Harry gasped and rolled off the bed, clutching his middle.

Why couldn't he stand up to his Uncle, when he could face Lord Voldemort himself?

Uncle Vernon looked down at him with a nasty grin, his beetle black eyes promising more.

"You are not to leave your bedroom while we are away."

Harry gave a weak nod. "Yes, sir."

Uncle Vernon gave Harry's side a firm kick – causing Harry to groan quietly – before leaving the room.

This was why he didn't just want to go to Hogwarts, he needed to go to Hogwarts. Or just anywhere that wasn't near the Dursley's before he ended up killed.

He let out a dark chuckle and flinched at the movement it did to his ribs. His Uncle might just kill him before Voldemort did.

Harry crawled back up to his bed before carefully laying down.

Ever since they had received that mysterious Howler, he'd been watching his Aunt closely. He started to notice she would flinch when Harry was being punished, which made him start to wonder maybe she didn't enjoy the pain inflicted than he had originally thought. She knew about the Dementors too which had been a shock... he wondered how...

A few minutes later he heard the unmistakable sound of the car sweeping out of the drive way. The room grew steadily darker around him as he lay listening to the night sounds through the window.

He jumped as the lock to his bedroom door suddenly gave a loud click and his swung open. Harry stood motionless, the pain from his Uncle's abuse forgotten as he stared through the open doorway. He hesitated for a moment, wishing his wand wasn't locked up under the stairs, before moving carefully towards the opened door.

His body froze. There were four figures standing in the shadowy hall.

"It's all right, Harry. You're safe."