Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

A/N: The first chapter is so short because it was meant to be a oneshot. It gets better. Trust me.


All was normal at number 4 Privet Drive. The wind blew gently through the trees, the rippling of the leaves strangely calm. The heat rose in visible waves, driving everyone indoors. It was the fact that everyone was inside that no one heard the tortured screams of a fifteen year old boy. Said boy was the savior of the wizarding world, but in the muggle world, he was nothing but filth. He was a burden to Vernon Dursley, and Vernon was not afraid to show that. If anyone from the wizarding world saw the boy now, no one would believe this was the boy meant to save the world, so horrible was his condition.

Harry Potter, aged fifteen was a downright mess. He was laying on the spotless white floor of his aunt's kitchen, curled into the fetal position as he twitched in pain. He had done something so small. He had burned his uncle's breakfast. He had detected the smell of it first and he moved instantly to try to fix it but it was too late. His uncle had descended upon him like a bat from hell, slapping Harry to the ground and shattering his glasses. His uncle had taken to first beating him mercilessly with his fists before knocking him across the face with the pan from the stove. Through all of this, Harry had remained silent as to not anger his crazed uncle further. Finally though, his uncle hauled him to his feet and dragged Harry over to the stove and pressed his arm against the hot burner. Harry's pain filled green eyes snapped open and his piercing scream shook the thin walls. His uncle threw him to the ground with disgust before letting Dudley have some fun with him. After almost half an hour of being punched and kicked by Dudley's thick ham sized fists he was shoved into the cupboard under the stairs. Harry shivered and pulled his legs to his chest, letting the crystalline tears he had been holding back fall. They dripped down his cheek like broken diamonds, his emerald green eyes dull and hopeless. He couldn't live like this anymore...he just wanted it all to end. No more pain...his entire body shook as he shuddered, squeezing his eyes closed in pain and holding back a cry of pain. Why wouldn't someone help him? Why...


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