Harry Potter was a freak. well at least that was what his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon called him. They also encouraging his cousin, Dudley, to bully him and call him degrading names. The bullying would often lead to games such as Harry Hunting and the newest craze even his Uncle Vernon likes to play, beat the freak. The new game apparently took place in dark alleys in foreign countries and usually began after Harry was caught being an ungrateful freak of nature.
Harry sat watching out the window of the hotel room in Los Angeles, California. Where the Dursleys had decided to go on holiday, after Dudley had begged to go somewhere that every movie star had ever had been to. Aunt Petunia unable to say no to her spoiled idiotic son managed to convince her husband, a huge whale of a man, to take them to L.A for their annual summer Holiday. They had planned to leave their freak of a nephew at home. So that he would be unable to spoil the trip, but they had not been able to secure a sitter and while they didn't care what happened to Harry they didn't want the freak to destroy their home if they left him there by himself for the two weeks they were gone. So they reluctantly brought Harry with them. And now he sat watching the Dursleys get into the cab that would take to them dinner, and leave him alone for the evening. He couldn't be more grateful. To finally have a chance to tend to the wounds of Uncle Vernon last beating. This time because he got tired of being called stupid at school when he knew he was smarter than all the other children. But when he proved his intelligence by getting the best grades in the entire class, even though Uncle Vernon told him to never get good grades, that he didn't deserve them. Uncle Vernon had claimed that he was using his freakishness to get better grades than Dudley and promised him the minimum amount of food for the week, after all they still needed him to do the housework for them. And at least one beating every week for the entire summer. Which started three days ago and he has already had six beatings.
'Stupid Uncle Vernon was actually right, I am a freak.' Harry thought to himself as he turned his attention to the rapidly healing bruises on his arms and chest. Sighing Harry stood from the window sill only to plop done to the floor crosslegged. Focusing on his breathing Harry tried to meditate like remembering what he had read in an old book about a Monk that would help anyone worthy and in need that Dudley had thrown out and he had salvaged. As he was focusing deep into his being he felt the force inside of him that he has been trying to reach since he first started to meditate at the beginning of the school year.
As he felt himself get closer to the force, which drew him like a moth to flame. He failed to notice several things, first of which was that he had started to rise off the ground, next the heavy footsteps in the hallway, and finally the door slamming open to reveal his Uncle Vernon standing in the open doorway, his face a deep purple and the veins popping.
"BOY!" Vernon screamed breaking Harry concentration, and storming over the threshold as Harry fell to the floor with a loud thump. Vernon grabbed Harry by the arm pulling him out of the room and into the car that the Dursleys had rented. Throwing Harry into the back seat, Vernon went speeding down the road toward the darker more abandoned parts of the city. Were no one would notice the screams a child in the night.
Author note-
Hello and welcome to my second story! I usually write from my tablet and don't have a beta and while I try and proof read it is harder to catch your own mistakes then to catch other peoples. So I apologize any for grammar and spelling errors and would appreciate it if you point them out so that I may try to fix my mistake. Please follow, favorite, and review!