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Okay, so this is my first fanfic, and it is most def a work in progress, but idk inspiration kinda just hit. Definitely expect tons more chapters. Please please please review, let me know how to make this better. I love constructive criticism. Honestly its way more rewarding than "cool story ". Sorry if there are any typos and w/e. I tried to proofread, but its like 3 am.

Harry looked down at his arm where a bruise was now blooming spectacularly. He touched it tentatively and winced a little. It was deep, but just a bruise. It could be worse.

"Hey you! What are you doing in your room? I thought I told you to get your Aunt some tea. Or…do I need to give you another reminder of how generous Petunia and I have been? Are you perhaps ungrateful to us, despite the fact that we have taken you in; treated you as our own?"

Harry could hear Uncle Vernon coming towards his room. If he didn't hurry up, he'd get a broken arm to match his bruise. Harry sighed and looked back at his arm where he could still see the ghost of Uncle Vernon's past "reminders". The bruise from a fortnight ago when he had burnt dinner had faded to a pale yellow with just a slight green tint in the center. The scar from when harry had asked for some money for school books four years ago still gleamed under the glow of his desk lamp. Harry traced his finger along the pearly white line that ran from his shoulder down the full length of his arm.

"I don't hear a kettle Boy!"

Slowly something began to emerge within Harry. Something he thought to be lost long long ago. "I have a name"

"Excuse me!" Uncle Vernon was furious. Harry had never stood up to him like this before.

"My name. It Isn't Boy, or You, its Harry. Harry Potter." Harry got off his bed and opened his door, only to see a fuming Uncle Vernon standing in the doorway.

"Well, Harry Potter, must I remind you that your parents abandoned you. They don't want you, and they don't care what happens to you. So we, out of the goodness of our hearts, have raised you like our own son, and the only thing that we ask for in return is a little bit of simple obedience? Is it too much to ask for a cup of tea after a long day? I think not."

"My parents do care! And if they could take care of me right now, then they would! And treat me like your own? Would you ever do this to your precious 'Duddykins'?" Harry pulled up his sleeve and showed his uncle his arm.

"You brought that on yourself." Uncle Vernon said simply.

"Yea? Well guess what else I'm doing for myself? Leaving." Harry said triumphantly and headed to the door.

"No. you aren't." Uncle Vernon said as he grabbed Harry by his wrist with one hand, and a knife with the other.