I do not own Harry Potter, ownership goes to J.K Rowling.
Please note that this story will contain the following:
Neglect/Abuse
Depression
Withdrawn from social interactions
Self Harm
Harry has been living in the Dursley's home for as long as he can remember. He had often heard his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia speak about his parents and how down right stupid they were for learning and using magic. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were muggles and they believed magic wasn't real. They taught Dudley that magic is just in children's imaginations or in fairy tales. There is no such thing as magic at all. They brainwashed Dudley into believing that. Harry lived in a tiny room under the stairs. It was awfully dusty and dirty. In the room there was only a worn out mattress and tathered blanket. The room was horribly cold in winter and during summer extremely hot.
"My mother was always so proud of her and then when she got that acceptance letter to Hogwarts, we knew we had a little witch in the family. Honestly Vernon I envied her. I never got mine so I stopped talking to that little witch." said Aunt Petunia.
"She's dead and has been dead for 10 years. Let's just hope that dimwitted son of hers doesn't get accepted." said Uncle Vernon.
"Magic is just plain stupid, and cannot be controlled by muggles. That is how my idiotic sister blew herself up with that geek of a husband of hers!" shouted Aunt Petunia.
Harry overheard and had to say something. He wasn't going to let them mock his mother and father.
"How dare you speak of my parents that way!" Harry shouted.
"Excuse me?" said Uncle Vernon. "How would you like a nice fist to the nose?"
"I'm not scared of you, as I know you won't do it. You always say these things and yet they never happen!" said Harry.
Before Harry could walk off, Uncle Vernon grabbed the boy and punched him in the nose. Then he pulled Harry's ear.
"Bet your not going to question me again, are you?" said Uncle Vernon.
Uncle Vernon threw Harry to the ground and stomped on Harry's back.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon. I really am sorry." cried Harry.
"Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it boy!" said Uncle Vernon.
Uncle Vernon grabbed a steak knife out of the drawer and forced Harry to stay lying down on his stomach. Uncle Vernon then carved into Harry's back. The pain was unbearable and excruciating.
"Please...please stop!" screamed Harry as he was in agony.
"You need to learn boy! We took you in and fed you. We gave you a place to stay and keep warm. We could've let you outside on that cold October night, but no we took you in out of the kindness of our hearts. You should be grateful!" yelled Uncle Vernon.
Harry was bleeding on his back where Uncle Vernon carved something. Harry was crying because of the pain he had endured. Aunt Petunia grabbed Harry by his arm and made the boy stand, even though he was in severe agony and blood ran down his back.
"Go make the eggs boy, and don't burn them! Or I will burn you, understand?" said Aunt Petunia.
"Y...yes Aunt Petunia." said Harry as he tried to breathe. Every time he tried to breathe, he would be in so much pain.
"And pull down that shirt." said Aunt Petunia.
Harry felt awful. This was his every day life and he had endured so much of this over that past ten years. Harry grabbed the frying pan and placed it on the stove burner. He then turned the stove on and walked to the fridge to grab the eggs. He cracked one egg into the frying pan and then threw out the shell into the trash can. Another egg he picked up and again threw the shell into the trash.
"Bring me my coffee boy!" said Uncle Vernon.
As much as Harry loathed his Uncle Vernon, he did what he was told. He poured the coffee into the cup and handed to his Uncle Vernon.
"Harry!" said Aunt Petunia.
"Yes Aunt Petunia?" replied Harry.
"The eggs, you burned them and those were the last of them." yelled Aunt Petunia.
"I'm s..sorry Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon wanted his coffee. I had to get it for him." said Harry.
"Coffee? Is that more important than feeding Dudley?" said Aunt Petunia angrily.
Aunt Petunia was outraged at Harry for allowing Dudley's breakfast get burned. She grabbed the frying pan which was still quite warm and she burned Harry's arm. Harry screamed of the hotness of the pan.
"He wanted his coffee." said Harry.
"You are just a freak of nature. You shouldn't even have lived that night." said Aunt Petunia angrily.
"Go to your room boy, you have caused enough damage for today." yelled Uncle Vernon.
Harry was in excruciating pain. Breathing was quite difficult for Harry. His arm was hurting where Aunt Petunia placed the frying pan. By now his arm was swollen and very red. A blister was forming where the frying pan was placed. Harry cried himself to sleep that night. In the morning he knew it was going to hurt even more.