The reality of Harry potter (Original)

  Harry sat in the cupboard, his blanket sprawled out beside his feet as he sniffled. Tears that were once pouring down his cheeks, drenched his clothes and soaked within his sheets. On His hands bright streaks of red, laid In straight lines across his palms. He stared down at them before broken sobs came from his throat. It hurt when he was hit. Though it was never to the point where he was covered in blood. Just little slashes here and there. But earlier he had Done something horribly wrong in the kitchen. He dropped a pan and a fire lit out through the house. It scorched the side of his clothes as well as left a burn on his arm before his Aunt Petunia put out the fire and tended to his wounds. 

 He knew she was only doing it so they wouldn't have to go to the hospital. So that they could avoid questions of how this happened. So that they could keep themselves out of trouble for hating a child like him.

Then after that, his Uncle Dursley smacked his hands harshly with a wooden ruler to the point where it chipped off and the tiny piece of wood slashed across his cheek. After a moment of screaming and crying he was thrown in here. The cupboard with only a small bed and light. One very thin blanket and pillow, which was given to him by his Aunt. Harry cried again as his shoulders shook. His cries were silent because he didn't want to be hit again. 

A bang on his door caught his attention, the sudden force of it causing debris to fall. His head whipped up as he heard the locks clicking. His breath hitched as he moved to wipe his tears, to stop his cry and cover the salted water that covered his cloths. But it was all suddenly stopped when the door swung open and His uncle stood with a very confused man. Harry blinked as he scrambled to hide his arm, hand and the cut on his cheek. Though a failed attempt as the man's eyes raked all over his body before landing on the small cut beneath his eye then the burn on his wrist. 

Harry instantly looked down as he saw the man's eyes filled with hatred, shock and fear. For why? He hadn't known. He was just scared. Afraid that if he dared to look up the punishment for doing so would be far worse than a couple of red marks on his palms. 

"I suppose we'll get his things so this pathetic Child can leave." Vernon coughed, his whole body shaking as he did so. From his feet to his head, he reeked of old cloths and cigarettes. Harry felt glad that he wasn't around when Vernon was smoking, maybe because he felt as if he were going to be in scripted with the burns of his ashes. 

"Uh Y-Yeah. Sure." The man stuttered, his eyes staying on the boy who's head hung in shame and fear. He wanted to cry again, his shoulders shook lightly as he held his hands behind his back clasped together while his chin dug into his collar bones that were peaking out from beneath his oversized tattered shirt given to him by Dudley. He bit his lip to hold back the tears that blurred his vision even as his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose. To hold back the sobs that threatened to voice their opinion, tightening and burning his throat in the process. The actions that would surely cause him more pain than he had already endured.

"What will you do with him?" 

"Teach him a lesson or two. He'll stay with me." The man's voice was Cold and brutal as he snatched up Harrys arm harshly. Harry winced in pain as he was dragged out of the cupboard. His feet barely able to keep up with the elders pace. He continued to stumble until they stopped at the front door. Harrys tears starting to fall as he held his arm in one hand, his head still down as he bit his lip to stop from crying out loud. 

"Get your shoes on Kid." The man snapped, as he sniffed and turned back to the others, releasing his grip from the young boys arm. Harry obliged, he didn't want to get in any more trouble than he possibly just got into. He slipped on his shoes as he heard footsteps coming from down the stairs. He looked back over his shoulder instantly regretting his choices as he saw the man staring down at him; watching his every move. He could see the faint image of his cousin hurling down the stairs with a suitcase of things. He didn't know what was in it. 

To be frank he didn't really care. He was more focused on the guy staring at him. A stuby beard that possibly felt like needles, a piercing gaze, which Harry didn't like because it was directed at him. A crooked smile and wavy Dark hair that was cut short reaching just above his shoulders. Harry finished tying his shoes, he stayed staring at the floor his head hung as his hands clasped together over his stomach. He felt sick, it was probably because of the food he was forced to eat.

His lips was almost bleeding now from how hard he had bitten it. His stomach churning in fear. So exhausted from his use of tears that he felt lightheaded. 

"You know the deal right?" Vernon questioned, Harry could hear the cough in between his words that he tried to suppress. His shadow mimicking his body as it bounced once again and Harry had dared to laugh. It was so quiet and muffle but he instantly felt regret directly afterwards. Feeling as if he were caught for laughing or even thinking about it. 

"Yes. Give me the letter as soon as it arrives. Other than that you'll no longer be associated with the kid." The Man announced taking the suitcase from the short stubby boy. He nodded with a thank you before running off somewhere else. 

"And the payment?" The dursleys asked, holding out their hands. The man huffed in annoyance as he dug through his coat.

A pitch black just as his hair and reaching above his knees. He pulled out a small thick short sack filled with coins, the only way Harry could tell was because of the jingling around and sound it made as the coins clicked together when he tossed it. They smiled widely as the man snatched Harrys arm again making him wince.

"You got yourself a deal Mr.Black." They laughed as Harry was soon dragged out. The man started to Groan and mumble, something about Muggleborns. Harry didn't know what it was. Harry was only five. He started to cry. In happiness or fear He could not know. All he knew was both were present, from what was awaiting him and what he had been witness and victim to. He heard the click of the door lock behind them. The man's hand never left his arm until he was placed into the back of an unrecognizable Car. 

The door shut as the trunk popped open and he heard the shuffle of clothes and car shake as the weight of his suitcase was thrown in. Harry felt the dryness of his tears soon become cold and wet as new fresh tears crawled down his cheeks. The door to the Front seat opened before it was slammed and the car shook again. Harry didn't bother looking up he just silently cried. He was young yes but that didn't mean he was stupid. Harry knew what just happened. He was just sold off to an unknown man. 

Harry cried, his shoulders bobbing as he tried to wipe and stop the tears that fell onto his clothes. Broken and whispered sobs escaped his lips as exhaustion from crying took over. He tried to keep himself awake. Really he had but after crying for nearly hours he couldn't stop himself from passing out in the back of the man's car. 

The man glanced back in the rear view mirror. A pained expression painted his face as he gripped the steering wheel tighter till his knuckle became white. When the cries came to a stop he assumed something was wrong with Harry. Yet when he saw him asleep with tear stained clothes and cheeks, anger bubbled. He felt red hot when Frustration, he was also cold with guilt. The fact that he couldn't do anything because he was framed and was taken to Azkaban. 

Well he wasn't framed persay he had agreed but when he found out Harry was alive. Well he wanted to get out of Azkaban as soon as possible. He found evidence for his freedom within a cell and asked if they could once more have a trial for him. There he proved his innocence. He was so happy when he was set free that he had almost forgotten about Harry. Keyword: Almost. 

Harry was his top priority. He loved Harry not because he was regretful but because Harry was like a son to him to almost everyone Sirius loved. Even if he hadn't actually seen the boy yet, he thought of Harry as his own.

You see To everyone Harrys a savior, A hero, Someone who defeated the dark lord. Harrys basically a God to everyone withing the Wizarfing world.

But to Sirius. Well to him Harry was a child. Someone who needed protection. Someone in need of comfort and friendship. Love and hope. Not some Thing people could use as a weapon to use and throw aside but as a living human being. As someone worthy of saving and keeping alive for. As a child. Thats what sirius saw a person. He saw James in this boy even if they had only met half an hour ago. Of course Harry knew nothing of this, for Merlins sake he doubted the boy even knew of what magic was seeing as How Albus sent him off to live with three of the worse people known to the Potter name. 

So he set off to find Him. Once he did he decided to contact his current guardians and offer to take him in hands. Yet that hadn't come so easily. He was demanded to pay them for all the years that they had to put up with Harry. Though he would've never made the deal if he knew the conditions Harry was put under. He would've never paid them. But since he had already done all of it without the knowledge and he wanted to get Harry back he obliged and continued on with the deal. Even though he hated it as much. 

Mr.Black, also known as Sirius Black, huffed as he glanced back before the irritation of his slowly melted into a warm smile, his knuckles slowly turning back to its normal shade. Harry was laying peacefully. It was heart warming but it looked so uncomfortable.

His neck was hung over his shoulders, leaning forward and in the utmost uncomfortable position as the seat belt rubbed against his neck with every turn. He was glad they were almost home. Sirius smiled as he stopped just before the gates It had been hours, they had made their way through the forests and to a place the size of half a mansion. Though in time it was still being constructed. 

Part of it looked to be dismantled as if it was torn down in a tornado. He parked, his smile turning to a small frown as he looked over the boy again. He slipped Harry into his arms, deciding it'd be better to carry him and let him sleep then let Harry walk and cry again.

Harry groaned in his arms when he felt the bouncing of his body and the warmth enbrace of something surrounding him. Harry nuzzled closer to Sirius, he was only a kid and hadn't remembered anything from a moment ago until he felt himself be placed on the floor.

He yawned tiredly, rubbing his eyes to get a better view before he felt a hand placed firmly on his back. 

"Hi there Harry." He spoke softly, as to not startle the boy in his grasp. Harry tensed when noticing he didn't recognize this voice. It was calming and welcoming but still he hadn't a clue as to who this was. 

"It's okay I won't Hurt you." He stated, bending down so he was eye leveled with Harry. Harry nodded when his vision cleared, though he still stood tensed at the sight of the man who took him from his "home". 

"Here. I'm Sirius and this is my home." Sirius announced, gesturing around the place as he held out one hand to Harry. Harry stayed firm, he held put stubbornly, he didn't take the hand held out to him, instead held the edge of his shirt and twirling it between his fingers as Sirius sighed.

An anxiety tick he wondered. He remembered James having done the same thing, messing with his hair or picking at his skin till there were scars and even then he'd not stopped. 

"Would you like to see your room then? You were pretty tired." Sirius tried again to talk to Harry. Reluctantly Harry nodded, his eyes fixated on the man to watch him for any sudden movements. He could run, but he didn't know where he was. He also didn't think this man would be very happy if he did it. Sirius smiled as he pushed himself up off of his knees. 

He started down the hall, holding out his hand for Harry to take, so he wouldn't get lost, but it was a failed concept and Harry didn't take his hand. Walking beside him quietly as he examined the palace he was in and watched the elder man cautiously. 

Better to start small than anything. He thought to himself as he placed his hand in his pocket. He watched Harry, the way the kids eyes sparkled In a beautiful shade of Emerald-green flickering with the candle lit hallways, when he saw something he possibly or actually, garenteed hadn't at his old house.

The small gasp he released and the faintest smile that only grew as he made his way down the halls. It made Sirius's heart swell with happiness. Knowing that harry could easily be entertained by new and extravagant things he'd never seen or heard of before. He stopped as Harry looked at him curiously and confused.

He pushed the door to a room open before gestering for Harry to go in it. Harry glanced at it before his eyes dulled that's sparkle replaced with a dark shade of green Sirius couldn't see because he was behind,  It reminded him ofthe cupboard. It was rather bland and dull. No more than a few items sat in the room and it looked to have been thrown together as best as possible. He went into it without a second thought as he just sat on the bed with Sirius following him inside. 

"It's a bit small but we're having some problems with the bedrooms." Sirius gave a light smile though it turned saddened when he saw Harrys expression. 

"Hey why don't you get some sleep. Then we can talk about everything tomorrow. We can even go to get you some toys or new things if you want." He suggested before Harry looked up at him a very faint sparkle in his eyes. He nodded and without a word he was knocked. His head hit the pillow and as soon as it did he fell into a very deep sleep. Sirius smiled at it as he shut the door. Bidding the small sleeping boy a good night. The small boy who's life would eventually turn around within a few months