Harry was looking at Dudley. They were '' playing '' Harry Hunting again, the younger boy felt his chest throb, his thoughts running down his head and the air was cold, this may be because they were in early December. Having no time to react, Dudley left on him, punched him straight to the nose that immediately flush blood on his cousin staining his shirt with blood, Dudley cursed Harry and then giving him more punches, which hit various places of the small boy's body, when he finished The ''joke'' left him there, thrown on the floor with his torn shirt, the white snow began to become a dark red tone being stained by the little magician's blood.
In the day following the game continued, Harry had no time to heal all his injuries before Dudley, use it as a punching bag again, were the same blows from the previous day, but Harry was not satisfied, he started to tease his cousin,making him get furious, in the end Harry was even worse than yesterday his body was all purple and surely he had broken a rib or two, he was in a lot of pain, nothing compared to a direct crux from the dark lord Voldemort, but was still extremely extremely pleasant.