Harry, Hermione, and Ron enveloped each other in a group hug before they went through the barrier after their first year at Hogwarts: When a rough hand clamped onto Harry's elbow. "Time to go boy." His uncle snarled, and started to pull him away.

When the hand gripped tighter Harry dropped the end of his trunk that he had been dragging. "Uncle Vernon you're hurting me."

His uncle froze, and all the sounds of the crowded platform disappeared to the ears of Harry. "What have I told you about addressing me in public boy?" His Uncle's voice had gone to a deathly quiet, and Harry felt the blood drain from his face.

"Not to."

"And what happens when you disobey me?"

Harry started shaking. "I get punished." He whimpered. And in front of every student that had yet to leave, and their family, his uncle hit him with a vicious uppercut that sent him flying backwards, and into the ground with an ominous crunch.

"GET UP!"

Harry got to his knees and spit a mouthful of blood on the concrete platform. "You're going to have to hit me harder if you are going to beat the freakishness out of me, SIR." He snarled the last word, bitter from the year of Professor Snape.

His uncle moved to hit him again when somebody yelled, "PROTEGO."

Harry let out a bitter laugh at the large man's obvious anger. "What's wrong UNCLE? Are the freaks stopping you from beating your worthless nephew again? Upset that you've finally been caught beating the freak that lives in your house? Angry that everybody knows what kind of monster you really are?"

"SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS SWINE. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED WITH YOUR PARENTS YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!"

Harry swayed when he stood, but was able to steady himself. "I'm sorry that I'm not grateful for the years of starvation and the nightly beatings. Sorry for not being grateful for Dudley's hand me downs, since you refused to buy me clothes of my own. What did I ever do to you?"

"You were born." His uncle snarled.

Someone put a hand on his shoulder. "You can't hurt me anymore." He said calmly, yet forcefully raising a hand to the back of his head, and touching where it hit the ground. "Oh my god." He whispered, when he moved his hand back in front of him and saw the blood on his fingers.

"Harry." Came a soft voice from beside him, as a swirl of robes came from the entrance, announcing the entrance of the aurors.

His vision narrowed, and the noise that had suddenly sprang up, started to fade. "Goodbye Uncle."