Chapter one
It was coming to the end of the summer holidays and Harry was lying on his feeling sore and exhausted. For the past few months his relatives had him scrubbing the house top to bottom and when he didn't do the job good enough Uncle Vernon grabbed him by his hair and dragged him upstairs to his room and beat him till he lost consciousness. When he woke up he knew more bones had been broken. To make matters worse his consin Dudley chased him round the house with baseball club smacking him on the head and verious other parts of his bruised and battered body.
Harry groaned when he heard his uncle coming up the stairs he knew it was time to cook dinner for everyone but himself, he pulled himself off the floor. His Aunt thought it would be a great idea to take everything out of the room including the bed but she was so thoughtful that she left him a bucket to use if he needed to use the toilet. The only food he ever got was once a week when his Aunt decided that he could have the mouldy bread and off milk from last week that she had saved just for him. As his door opened Harry stood up and made to walk past his uncle but Vernon wouldn't let him.
"Now listen here boy we have some people over for tea tonight if you want to make it to the end of your holidays and into your seventh year at that bloody freak school of yours listen good I want you to cook the best bloody food you ever cooked I don't want to serve or guests burnt of under cooked food do you understand."
Harry nodded and followed Vernon out the door. He cooked to the best of his abilities sice he had been cooking since he was four it was a tasty looking dish.
Vernon pushed Harry out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
"I better not here anything from you or else I'll make sure you don't eat anything for three weeks and I will also beat you within an inch of your life I know I can't beat that crap out of you but I will kill you if I have to you got me?"
Harry went white he knew his uncle wasn't joking he ran to his room.
Duirng dinner harry accidently shut his wardrobe too loud and Vernon came up the stairs to his room and told him that he was a dead man.
Harry curled up on the floor and tried to cry but he knew it was useless he hadn't cried since he was five he learnt at an early age that if he cried he was beaten worse than if he didn't.
A few hours later Vernon stormed into the room.
"Right boy this time if you pass out I'm going to snap your neck then you won't bother us again."
Vernon aproched harry slowly and untied his belt he dragged harry across the room and to a little corner where there was a pool of dried blood. He raised the belt and smashed it into him, with each strike he told harry that he didn't belong anywhere that his friends were only there because he was famous in their world and they wanted to be known as Harry Potter's best friends they couldn't care less about him. Why would anyone want him he was worthless no good piece of shit that was no better than the most disgusting living creature on earth.
Once he was done with the belt he wen out and came back with a old fashion whip with knots tied on each end. He smiled at harry as he brought down the whip over and over again, harry couldn't help but cry out his uncle didn't care as long as he didn't cry our pass out so this went on for six hours it was four o'clock in the morning by the time he was done. Vernon smiled at him and left him where he was.
Harry couldn't move he could hardly breathe he had been holding back his magic for so long that he never realized that all his life he had been healing him self but now for some reason his magic wasn't doing what it normally would harry was too wounded his magic wasn't enough to save him this time.