Chapter 1
What a day it has been. If you had told me that I was soulmate to a male weasley (a very attractive one at that) I would have just laughed it off, but no, it's true. And I couldn't be happier.
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‘Wake up now boy! Don’t think you can skip out on making my breakfast..” Harry awoke to his walrus of an Uncle banging on Dudley's second room door that they ‘oh so generously gave him!’. He didn’t know how Uncle Vernon expected him to make breakfast, let alone walk from the severe beating he had gotten last night.
The Dursleys always blame Harry for things they don’t want to admit to doing wrong. The newest beating stung like hell and all because of dudley. ‘Oh, perfect Dudley can never do anything wrong’ at least not in his parents' eyes, everyone else knew just how rotten he was, especially Harry.
Whilst Mr. and Mrs. Dursley went out yesterday for a dinner party at a neighbours house, Dudley managed to smash multiple priceless china plates kept in Aunt Petunia's glass cabinet. Of course Dudley blamed Harry and obviously his aunt and uncle believed him. They always believe Dudley, never Harry. Aunt Petunia was angry. The angriest Harry had ever seen her, she picked up a large chunk of broken china and threw it at him. It hit Harry right in the eye with blood running down his face and ending up with splashes of blood on his aunt's long skirt.
Aunt Petunia had never hurt Harry before, When she realised what she had done she left the house, Harry heard the car door opening but didn’t hear it start, so he assumed she was sitting in the passenger seat trying to run the blood off her clothes.
Uncle Vernon didn’t seem fazed however, he had seen Harry bleed multiple times, Vernon enjoys harrys pain. He sent Dudley over to his friend Piers' house, went without complaining, he didn't want to see what his father would do to Harry. It was an eventful night, full of torture and rape.
“Well??!!, get up now you brat! Or do I need to drag you out?!” ‘Does he ever get tired of screeching?’ Harry thought before trying to force himself up off the floor. He managed to stand but it was very painful, Harry opened his bedroom door to get hit over the head by his uncles big meaty hand. “When I say get up, you will get up!” Harry made no effort to point out the pain that even walking caused him and proceeded to walk down the stairs.
“Don’t you start ignoring me you selfish brat! You will start treating me with more respect! There will be some changes around here boy.” Uncle Vernon said this whilst dragging Harry back into his bedroom by the arm, the same arm he carved the word freak into last night. “You child, have been nothing but trouble since those freaks left you on our doorstep! Me and Petunia have given you all you could need, food, clothes, a place to sleep. And you continue to be a selfish useless thorn in our side! Things will change.” Harry shrank away from his uncle wishing the floor would swallow him up, he didn’t want to be here, he never wanted to be here, what type of idiot would think that the dursleys were fit to look after a baby!
“You will listen to me boy and you will listen well, because if you dare not listen you will be in a world of pain.” He wasn't joking, he never jokes when it comes to hurting Harry, if uncle Vernon has had a good day at work he hurts harry, if he has a bad day at work he hurts harry, there isn’t a day that goes by and harry isn’t hurt by his Uncle.
“Rule number one, every morning you are to wake up and prepare breakfast before we wake up, so that we may eat right away, YOU are not to eat any of the food within that time! God forbid if you do.” “It isn’t like you let me eat anyway..” that was stupid. Harry knew it was stuped. Uncle Vernon's face turned dark; he was angry, really angry.``Excuse me? Do you think we like having you here? We don’t want you, we never wanted you, we were kind enough to take you in and you have been nothing but trouble!” Uncle Vernon raised his hand ready to swing, Harry closed his eyes waiting for the impact but it never came..
“Mr.Potter?” that wasn’t his uncle, the voice was more deep and Groggy. Harry opened his eyes to sit there in shock, he wasn’t in his bedroom anymore, he wasn’t at private drive anymore. The floor was much too clean. “Mr.Potter.” Harry looked up to realise he had somehow ended up inside of Gringotts. He turned to the voice and saw it was the goblin at the stand closest to him. “I..I'm so sorry, I don't know why I am here, or even how I got here. I was just in my room and i-” He was cut off by the goblin at the end. “Mr.Potter please refrain from trying to explain yourself for we are the ones that brought you here.” ‘They did? wait. Why would they need me?’ As if answering Harry's question one of the goblins spoke up “we have been trying to contact you over some issues with your vault, however, every letter we send is returned without a reply, so we decided it was best to bring you in ourselves, As we were positive you wouldn't be sending a reply to schedule an appointment.” Harry was very confused, he has never got a letter from gringotts. Hell, he hasn’t had any letters this year, at the start he thought dobby was trying to stop him from going back to hogwarts but when he called out for Dobby the house elf claimed not to know what he was on about, so harry put it down as his friends must be busy and his letters got lost on the way. “Letters?” Harry asked. “I haven’t been getting any letters, especially not from here.” the goblins in front of him raised his eyebrows, obviously confused. “No letters at all? Well, that is concerning.” he seemed to be talking to himself other than to Harry. “Well Mr.Potter, if you could follow Miss.Vreeshe she will take you to your account manager to discuss your vaults and lordships.” Harry saw a goblin standing by the closed doors that he assumed was Miss.Vreeshe. he stood up off the floor ready to follow her, when he fell face flat onto the ground. “Mr.Potter?” The goblins all turned to look at him. Harry began apologising wondering if the goblins would take it as a sign of disrespect. “I..I am so sorry! It was an accident and-” Harry was cut off by the Goblin again. “Do not apologise. Miss.Vreeshe, if you could take Mr.Potter to one of our healer Goblins before his meeting with his account manager.” The Goblin by the door replied “Of course Ironclaw.” When she finished talking she raised her hand and Harry felt his body becoming light as he started floating towards the door and they left the room. As they were moving down the empty hallway Harry decided to end the silence. “Miss.Vreeshe?” She turned around and Harry could now take in her feachers, her face was softer but still rough that most goblins he had met, Her skin was pale, obviously the doesn’t go outside much, compared to the Tanned Goblins that stood outside protecting gringotts. “Yes Mr.Potter?” She asked. “What do they mean that they have sent me letters? I haven’t received any..”