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A/N: Part of several challenges.
If You Dare: 835: Nearly
One of Every Letter: N
Are You Crazy Enough?: 57: (book title) No Mercy.
Again and Again. He keeps hitting me with the belt. Again and again.
All I can feel is pain all over my chest where the belt is slapping me again and again. He always has me take off my shirt when he punishes me. I've thought it was so I can be in more pain, but right now I can't think at all. I feel tears start stinging my eyes and try to keep them from falling. I can taste the dryness in my throat from lack of sufficient food and water. My mouth is open trying gasp in breath as he keeps hitting me.
Uncle Vernon has my hands held tied above my head on the headboard of the bed. He keeps my legs pinned under his leg as he brutally beats me with his belt.
"YOU- NEED- TO- BE-HAVE!" He growls between hits, "YOU- WORTHLESS- LITTLE- PRAT!"
I feel myself starting to slip into unconsciousness. I plead, "please, don't! I will! I will behave!" I let out a moan when he finally hits me across the face with the belt and know he's finally done. My eyes are squeezed tight to try and block off the pain, but it doesn't help. He roughly grabs my face and hisses, "You will learn one way or another, boy!" He lets go and leaves my room wiping sweat from his forehead.
I just lay there and sob. I try to bring up my legs but stop when I feel pain ricochet up them. I put my head on my shoulder and cry. I can't control myself, for the pain and misery of it all is too much.
Why am I here? Why did my mother have to die for me? Why do people insist on keeping me at this awful house? I'd tried talking to Sirius- the name brings more pain- about getting me out of there (though I didn't mention what was actually happening) but he said I was safe there. Yeah. Safe from Voledemort. But not safe from all harm.
As the wracking sobs subside, I feel drowsiness start falling onto me. I gratefully seize the opportunity to escape and fall into a deep sleep.
I hear her before I see her. Aunt Petunia walk in and unties my hands without a word and when I collapse on the floor she kicks me and mutters, "Get up and make breakfast." She looks at me disgustedly before walking out of the room.
I had already been lying awake for a few minutes, so I wasn't too groggy. I push myself up with clenched teeth, put my shirt on over my sore chest, and hurry from the bedroom.
I nearly fell down the stairs and when I reach the kitchen I start making some bacon and eggs. As I cook I allow my thoughts to wander.
I can sort of see why no one suspects me being abused. I'm 16. I should be able to take care of myself. And besides, I'm well behaved enough there's no reason for me to be abused.
And there's that little detail about me being "the Chosen One." I'm supposed to save everyone from Voldemort. I'm supposed to save the world. I've defeated my enemy 5 times already, it should be a breeze. Not only that, but if I can beat the Dark Lord 5 times I should have no trouble defending myself against a muggle.
But the problem is I do. I do have trouble with defending myself against a muggle. It's kind of hard to fight back against a man who's 6 times your size. And a part of me believes them. A part of me is so insecure that I believe I'm worthless and stupid. I believe that I don't deserve to live. So many people have died for me already, why should I allow more to?
Oh, and the rumors and news lines there would be if I had to be rescued from my muggle family. "THE SAVIOUR OF US NEEDED SAVING" "DO WE HAVE THE WRONG CHOSEN ONE?" "HARRY POTTER TOO WEAK TO DEFEND HIMSELF AGAINST MUGGLES" Those sound about right.
So, I stay silent. I don't complain to anyone anywhere. I keep my mouth shut and conceal all my wounds, new and old, that come from living with the Dursleys.
"BOY!"I cringe when I hear Uncle Vernon yell my name. I walk into the living room with my head down and say quietly, "Yes?" My uncle hands me a piece of paper with my impossible chores for the day. I resist a sigh and walk back into the kitchen without a word and serve breakfast to everyone but himself.
I wait for everyone to finish and then do the dishes. Finally, when I get a spare moment, I glance at what I have to do today. I know I will be lucky to get through half the list, but if I don't try I will pay.
51 more days until I'm at Hogwarts.
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