1 Title: The Rescue

2 Author: Thornangel

3 Email: Tootsiesmile@aol.com

Category: D/H slash

Rating: R

Harry hasn't sent any mail to the Weasleys since they've gotten home. Ron starts to worry and sends Fred and George out to see if he's all right.

I don't own any of these characters. They are for entertainment purposes only. They belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. It's no use to sue cause I don't have any money to give you.

4 THE RESCUE

5 Harry

Harry woke up to the sound of banging on his bedroom door. "Get your butt up and get down here and fix breakfast you no a count boy!" Harry heard his Aunt yell through the door. He groaned. "Lazy boy never gets up. He doesn't carry his weight around here…" he heard her saying as she stomped down the stairs. He sat up and looked out the window. He didn't need his glasses anymore. It was well enough; he was getting sick of taping them back together. He yawned and stood up. He stretched and headed for the door.

He didn't even bother checking himself in the mirror. He stopped trying to tame his hair. It had a mind of its own. He slipped down the stairs silently, thanks to years wandering around the school at night under his invisibility cloak, which was currently in his chest, locked up under the stairs. He found his aunt in the kitchen waiting for him. "It's about time you got up. You've been sleeping all morning. Dudlykins is hungry. Now get going before I have you uncle come in here." She said this as she walked out, leaving him alone. Harry sighed as he took out the eggs, bacon, and orange juice from the refrigerator.

He had just finished when Dudley came in. The diets he had been put on didn't seem to be helping. Now he was just about as big as Harry's uncle. 'Speak of the devil,' Harry thought as his uncle walked in. He was wearing one of his best suits. So Harry figured he was doing a company meeting. He was straightening his tie as he sat down. Harry abandoned the eggs and bacon to set the table. Once that was done, everybody was around the table, waiting. "Hurry it up boy! I have an important meeting I have to get too." His uncle shoved him towards the eggs on the stove. Harry yelped as his hand hit the hot stove. He jerked away his hand, accidentally knocking the pans handle, sending it crashing to the floor. Eggs and bacon scattered. Uncle Vernon grew red in the face as he looked at the mess. "Why… you… you insolent brat! Look what you've done!" He got up and stalked toward Harry. 'Uh, oh. This is going to be bad.'

His uncle grabbed him by the neck of his ratty shirt and dragged him out into the empty hallway. He slammed him onto the wall. Harry winced as his head banged painfully on the wall. "We take you in, and you can't even fix breakfast correctly. I should just throw you out onto the streets. You can't do anything right! You're worth nothing!" Uncle Vernon backhanded him on the face. Harry could taste blood gather in his mouth. He gasped as he punched in him in the stomach. He was released and he slumped to the floor, trying to breath. He grunted as his uncles' foot connected with his ribs over and over again. Harry dimly heard through his pain filled haze something snap and crack. Then a searing pain through his chest.

His uncle hauled him up and twisted his arm behind his back, pressing his face into the wall. "You do anything stupid again, I'll throw you out onto the street without a second thought and nobody will save you." With that his uncle let him go. Harry sat on the floor for a second. As the family came out into the hallway and left, Dudley took the opportunity to hit him upside the head. "I want this whole house cleaned before we come home. Spotless, you hear you!" His aunt yelled at him before they left. Harry gasped as he held his chest. It felt like it was on fire. He could barely breath. He forced himself onto his legs and shakily made his way to his room. He gently lay down on the bed. And before he lost consciousness one thought wandered into his head. 'I wonder how Ron's summer is going.'