Key-

::parseltoungue::

'thoughts'

Spells

"Speech"

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Chapter 1

Harry ran.

'Dudders' and his cousin's new friend were playing their favorite game of Harry Hunting. Not that they cared to ask him if he wanted to play or not, nobody cared what he thought. He was a freak after all. Freaks don't get to have opinions.

He didn't purposely do the things that he was getting blamed for. They just happened, he had no control over his freakishness.

Harry was exceptionally smart for his age. He knew how to read & write, and math and science was a breeze for him. But that only made them hate him more. It seemed that no matter what he did he just couldn't be good in their eyes.

And though he took everything handed to him in stride he secretly hated them all. Hated the neighbors for never noticing, his so called family for mistreating him, and basically everyone who chose to ignore him or turn a blind eye.

The towns' people were not the ignorant fools that they claimed to be. They saw the signs of abuse and chose to ignore it because they also saw the certain abilities and unnatural situations that revolved around the boy that screamed trouble and the unknown.

And they secretly feared him for it.

They were also a religious bunch and thought that it was some God-given right that they could single out the boy the way they did. So they approved of the Dursley's harsh treatment towards the child. And some even joined in when they visited Number Four Privet Drive; though they were few in number and loath to admit it.

"Look Duddley! There he is!"

Dudley had gotten him a new friend over the summer after the first one moved away. Harry didn't know the old ones name, but he sure knew this one. Peter was ruthless and one step down from Uncle Vernon. He let Duddley believe that he was in control when in reality it was Peter who decided just when the beatings started and stopped.

So when peter was the one who spotted him, he bolted in the opposite direction almost immediately.

Almost.

He wasted few seconds getting untangled from his hiding spot and that was more than enough leverage for their side.

Harry didn't dare look back for fear that the action would slow him down even more. But it was all for nothing because a few minutes later he felt the rough jerk of a hand pulling him towards his attacker. Peter then threw him roughly on the ground at his feet.

Peter had once been a good boy. He got straight A's, did what he was told, had befriended everyone in his class, and he still did do all those things. Except now, he had a new hobby.

If he didn't befriend Duddley, he probably would have still continued to be a kind and gentle person. If he didn't come over one night, harry might have been spared. But as fate would have it, he did meet Duddley. And Harry paid dearly for it.

"Hold him down for me Duddley!" Peter commanded, and Duddley, like the good dog he really was, obeyed the command.

At first, the beatings were a little soft and hesitant, but progressively got harder and more intense as time passed. Every day now, he would wake up with wounds from not just his Uncle Vernon, but also the more frequent ones that Peter inflicted and the very few that Duddley and his Aunt inflicted.

The next morning Harry followed his everyday schedule for the past three years. Wake up, make a feast for his pig relatives, collect his order of chores for the day, and try to get them all done early so he could have a little free time to himself. While making the feast, Harry thought about what he could do today if, or when, he got free time.

He had just finished distributing the last remains of the bacon-egg-sausage heap he made on to the plates when he heard a thumping from the stairs.

His blond ran cold, if only for a moment.

Uncle Vernon waddled into the kitchen and saw his nephew starting to clean the kitchen; as he did every morning.

Harry kept the impassive mask he started to develop over the past years knowing that the more emotion he showed the longer each of his punishments lasted.

Soon Aunt Petunia and Duddley walked in and his Aunt handed him his mental list of chores to do. As Harry left to tend to the gardens, he wondered not for the first time in his life why he was still here and still alive.

He subconsciously wished he wasn't.

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