To Welcome You Home

Chapter 1

If only he had someone like Mrs.Weasley in his life...

He remembered back to the Mirror of Erised, and how his parents looked at him so fondly.. Like they... Cared about him..

Harry drug his trolley away from Ron and his family, sitting down behind a pillar and wrapping his legs up in his arms, burying his face in his knees silently, holding back tears.

"..and Harry here-" Ron's voice stopped suddenly. "Harry?"

Before Harry could do anything, he heard a loud bellowing familiar voice that filled his heart with dread.

"BOY!!"

Years of being addressed as such, he looked up, wiping his tears away as his Uncle, Vernon Dursley, grabbed him by the back of his shirt collar, forcing him to stand, and choking him in the process.

"We haven't got all day! Hurry it up and quit moping about!"

He grabbed Harry's trolley with his free hand, and started walking towards the exit, and Harry caught a glimpse of Ron's confused, and worried face as he was forced away from his friend, coughing as he struggled to breathe.

His Uncle threw his luggage into the trunk and threw Harry into the backseat, Harry clutching tightly to Hedwig's cage as she shrieked in annoyance at being tossed around so carelessly.

Harry looked out the window, seeing Ron still watching him with worry, and he shrunk down in his seat as his Uncle drove away.

"Now, I'm going to make myself perfectly clear." Vernon snapped sharply as he drove, and Harry noticed that neither Dudley or Aunt Petunia were with them. "I'm not having any of your.. Nonsense this summer. Your things will be locked in your cupboard until I have to ship you back to that.. School of yours."

"But I have schoolwork-"

"Does it look like I give one flying shit?" He looked over to Harry through the rear-view mirror, his eyes narrow and dangerous. "You're a freak. So is that work of yours, and you will not be doing such.. Activities.. In my house, under my roof."

Harry looked down silently at these words.

Snape was going to kill him for sure..

When they arrived at Number 4 Privet Drive, Vernon grabbed Harry by the back of his shirt and tossed him inside. "To your room. Now. And don't you dare come out until I say you can."

Uncle Vernon snapped, and Harry trudged upstairs, carrying Hedwig's cage into the room he had since last summer.

The first thing he noticed is the disturbing amount of bolt locks on his door. Shaking the thought from his head, he walked in.

One thing for sure he noticed was different, were the bars on the window. There was a bed without sheets, and a small blanket in the corner, a desk with nothing but the repaired alarm clock, and (little did the Dursleys know) a loose floorboard under the bed.

He sat down and reached into his shirt, pulling out his hidden photo album, sitting beside his bed and opening it, watching his parent's faces smiling up at him fondly, and he smiled sadly, feeling tears in his eyes.

Suddenly the door slammed, making him jump.

He looked over to hear many locks on his door click into place, keeping him imprisoned there.

Harry sighed, looking over to Hedwig.

"Guess this is our life now, girl..." Harry says quietly, looking down at the photo album again silently, a tear falling onto one of the pictures.