Chapter 1
22nd of July 1990
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, from number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.
Well that's what they want you to think because, In fact they had a little magic secret living with them little nine-year-old Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived.
It was cold and stormy in which nothing could be heard apart from the rain and the thunder no matter how hard you screamed.
Harry's POV
'I can't believe this! How dare they! This is all Dudley's fault if he would just leave me alone while cooking this wouldn't have happened. But nooo he had to get me kicked out and now I'm soaked and I'll get sick and if I catch a fever I won't be able to clean or cook and it'll be another beating.' Looking for somewhere to hide I gaze around squinting holding my blanket close. 'It's not like I can see anything anyways these glasses are useless' Spotting the light still being on in the kitchen I limp to the window and peak in.
'Of course... I shouldn't be surprised.' I bit my lip tightly and wipe the water of my face. 'Always perfect little Dudley... he can never do anything wrong.' The taste of copper brings me back and I wipe the blood off my lip after wiping the water of my eyes again cursing the rain. 'I could be inside eating too... and I wouldn't have been locked outside for hours... If it hadn't been for...'
Flashback
Dudley walked into the kitchen and I felt him glare at my back. Nothing good would come from this. “What is it that you need Dudley?” asked him as I flipped the last pancake and was finishing with the bacon. “Why isn't the food ready, freak! I'm hungry and I want to eat now,”he said as he got closer. I got nervous, it always ends badly when Dudley gets close to me while I'm cooking. “I'm sorry your food is already done all I have to d-”
Before I could finish me sentence I felt myself being shoved. And I fell. As I went down I felt my arm hit something and soon enough I found out what it was. The pan where I was cooking the bacon fell with me and the grease landed right on my arm. I bit my lip as I held back my scream knowing that getting the attention of either aunt or uncle would mean my doom. But it seems it was only me who had thought of that as Dudley did the exact opposite.
“DAAAAAAAAAAAAD THE FREAK HURT ME WITH THE PAN HE BURNED ME” the useless annoying Dudley started screaming. I started panicking “Dudley shhhh…. Please stop please Dudley I'm sorry but please don't” I begged him but he ignored me. Uncle Vernon stomped into the room his face turning red in anger.
Dudley ran to him and showed him where a little drop of bacon grease had fallen on his hand. Uncle Vernon turned to me and looked at me with a look of pure hatred. Far worse than any look before. “YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING UNGRATEFUL BRAT.”
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I tried to get away, but he pulled me up by my hair he had a sadistic grin on his face. “You're going to get punished for hurting my son.” He threw me on the ground and took off his belt. “Get up, you freak.” He spat out. Fearing for the worse I obey immediately and stand in front of him. “You really are useless aren't you?” A good for nothing freak. We should've let you out in the cold and let you die.” He says calmly as he prepares his belt “But no longer. This will be your last day here. Take it off.” Again uncle Vernon command and I obey taking off my shirt and trousers. And then it begins.
The onslaught. And its hit after hit on my back and my legs and my arms. Anywhere uncle Vernon can reach. Harsh and merciless but I didn't crumble. I didn't scream I didn't whimper I did not let a single sound out. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. “Rotten and freakish just like your parents. They should've taken you with them.” Every syllable is rewarded with another strike. I clenched my teeth and my eyes shut waiting it out. Staying strong holding it back as long as I could. Holding on to the small shred of pride I had.
Until I couldn't.
My knees buckled and I feel on top them screaming as I felt my back being ripped apart. The blood pouring out of the gashes and on to the floor. The belt buckle digging in and out as uncle Vernon beat every single inch of me until everything went black.
Flashback end
Sighing I slowly went back to the door and knocked again. And it opened. Smiling I was ready to go back in but all that greeted me was a frowning aunt Petunia at the door. “I'm sorry Harry but you won't be able to come in. You hurt Dudleykins and angered Vernon and didn't even finish breakfast.” She explained. I stood there distraught at the idea of having to be out longer in the storm. I look up at her my eyes wide. She stares in to my eyes and she softens slightly. Sighing she tells me to wait and goes back in.
Having nothing else to do I stand there awkwardly wondering where she went of to. After a few minutes she returns with a box and hands it to him. “The freak who dropped you off here the day your parents died told us we had to take care of you because no one else could."But after…” She clears her throat shifting her weight,” I saw your freakishness I realised there's no stamping it out of you, so I tried to figure out who to send you to.”
I grab the box as she hands it to me “Won't it get soggy because of the rain?” asked worried I'll ruin the only thing I have to figure out where to go. “No. It will not. As I was saying I tried to find your godparents but ones in the loony bin and the other one in prison. I had to resort to asking that horrendous freak that my sister loved hanging around more about her and I found someone recently. The address is in the box. There's also some food and water. And…” She ruffles my hair and I lean into the only tender touch I've ever received in my life. “A few things of my sister. Stay in the shed for today and head out first thing tomorrow morning.”
Quickly I place the box down and hug her quickly whispering a thank you and a goodbye before picking the box back up and heading towards the shed to spend one last day at the place where I was nothing more than a freak before finally finding somewhere someone might want me.