Warning! Severe abuse is in this chapter, if you don't wish to read it, skip to the next chapter. This a very strong T rating, borderlining M, it's bad. This isn't a reading chapter, chapter.
P.S. I don't own Harry Potter, but I do put it on my Christmas wish list.
P.P.S I was writing this while listening to Billy Gillman's "Spend Another Night" and "Til I Can Make It On My Own", they really go together, in my opinion anyway.
The entire Hall was transported to what looked liked a primary school gym, however, the tables were gone and they were all standing, not knowing what to do. Then all of a sudden, thirty little kids ran into the huge room and began running around, picking up basketballs and jump ropes to pass the time. They then saw a cluster of boys come in, there were five of them and one of them was the fattest little kid all of them had ever seen.
"This is boring, eh Dudley?" said one of the boys that looked like a small rat.
"Yeah Piers, where is Potter, he should be fun to play with." said Dudley looking around.
Then a small, thin boy with bright green eyes. He wasn't wearing glasses, but they could just make out the thin scar on his forehead.
"Holy cow!" yelled Ron looking down.
"What is it? Harry just came in!" said Hermion stamping her foot.
"One of those midgets just.."
"HARRY" yelled Lupin rushing forward.
Everyone turned and saw Dudley and his friends punching and kicking him right in front of the door. Piers was holding Harry's arms back from behind and laughed as each blow struck the boy. Lupin ran as fast as he could, but he was beaten to the children by Sirius Black, who was no longer in his canine form. Sirius lunged for the abusers, but sailed through them. He caught himself quickly and looked behind himself, stunned. He tried to clutch at Harry, but his hands fell only on air. Harry was crying out in pain, and his godfather could do nothing.
"SIRIUS BLACK!" yelled Umbridge, she whipped her wand out and pointed it towards Black. Nothing happened, no sparks, no smoke. Umbridge looked at her wand in shock.
"Magic is usless here. We are back in the folds of time, mearly an audience for these past events. There is no going back, we must watch the past unfold. Then we may return." said Dumbledore with intense grief ripping through his throat. He could not take his heartbroken eyes from the small black haired lad. Hagrid was rooted on the spot, shocked to his very heart, that piglet was hurting Harry, HIS Harry.
"Explains how that one kid just walked right through me." said Ron looking at his middle.
"Why didn't you mention that?" screamed Hermione.
"I was about to, then those brats started hitting Harry." said Ron quickly.
"When we get back to the school, we shall adminster Veritiserum to show you the truth, Minister." said Dumbledore, pushing the Minister's wand down, which was pointed at the man kneeling and weeping. "I would normally wait until the third book and let you figure it out for yourself, but the dog is out of the bag." said Dumbledore, a shadow of a smile flashed acrossed his face. But disappeared just as quickly as he watched Harry get hit very hard in the face.
"Teacher's coming!" yelled a member of Dudley's gang. They broke apart quickly and shoved Harry away from them.
"Cowards!" yelled a few Gryffindors.
A cross looking woman came stomping in and noticed Harry running towards the bathroom. Holding a bloody nose.
"Clumsy fool fell again, did he?" she said with disdain.
