His Secret

Sirius Black, convicted murderer, here's my card.

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Harry POV

Pain coursed through my body as the slashes of the thick blood splattered belt battered my back. What had I done to deserve this, I thought, but then the memory of Cedric, my weakness of telling my Godfather, and the murder of my parents, came rushing back into my mind. I deserved this, I deserved worse, now I relished in the pain, wishing for more. I needed to pay.

**HP**

"It's Harry, he's gone." Ron panted.

Sirius felt waves of panic engulf him. Where would Harry have gone? Evaluating the options in his mind Sirius came to two conclusions. Harry was either at the Leaky Cauldron or, Merlin forbid, the Dursleys. Taking a deep breath Sirius tried to calm himself. He needed help, and he knew the only people in this house that could give it to him.

"Ron, go to bed. I'll find Harry by morning." Sirius commanded, and before Ron could protest gave him 'The Look'. Anyone who knew Sirius knew this Look, and they knew not to argue with it. Ron gave Sirius one last beseeching look before tramping back to his room.

Sirius watched Ron, and, once he was sure the door was firmly shut, tiptoed softly up the creaky wooden staircase. Finally Sirius stopped in front of Fred and George's door. He knocked twice before he heard frantic scuffling and whispers of "Shove it under the bed, it's our last box, mum can't confiscate it."

"Fred, George, it's Sirius open the door." he whispered through the keyhole. Sirius heard two sighs of relief before the door swung open to revile the identical, tousle haired twins.

Quickly slipping into the room Sirius began without hesitation, "I know earlier you saw Harry, well he's run away. I have two idea's where he might have gone either the Leaky Cauldron or the Dursleys. I know, why would he have gone there? Two reasons, guilt and fear, just trust me. First we're going to check the Leaky Cauldron, I'm going as Snuffles and I'll transfigure you guys to look like other people. Any questions?" Fred and George just stared at Sirius mouths gaping. "No, good. Fred, you first."

Fred took a silent step forward and allowed Sirius to begin the transfigurations. When he had finished Fred had dirty blonde shoulder length hair, a long nose, and deep brown eyes. George stared at his twin in a shocked silence before Sirius began on him. When finished with George, Sirius stepped back to look at a young man with short chocolaty hair and hazel eyes.

Soon, Fred, George and Sirius (who went with Fred in the form of Snuffles), had stepped into the kitchen's emerald flames and shouted, "Leaky Cauldron.".

**HP**

"HOW. DARE. YOU. RUN. AWAY. YOU. INSOLENT. WEAK. FREAK. YOU. ARE. AN UNWANTED. BURDEN. AND. YOU. WILL. PAY." each word was punctuated with, a whip, a punch or a kick.

Harry felt the pain and relished in it, he didn't cry out or give any sign of resignation or pain. To be honest, Harry wished to be beaten to death, he could never face anybody in the Wizards World again, their so called saviour, The-Boy-Who-Lived, revealed to be a weak freak.

"What are you, boy?" Vernon asked, a sneering smirk of satisfaction on his face.

"I'm a freak, I'm a burden, I'm weak, I'm unwanted, I'm useless, I don't deserve to walk this planet and everything is all my fault." Harry replied in a monotone.

"Good." Vernon smiled as he continued to abuse Harry. The world became fuzzy, and voices became muffled. Harry, recognizing this feeling forced himself to remain conscious. He would not portray weakness of any kind in front of the Dursleys.