Chapter 1 Harry Hunting Gone Way Too Far
Harry Potter was beyond being happy spending his so called summer at the Dursleys. They still make him do house work and beat the shit out of him. Whenever the mood hits them which were way too often. He sits on a swing at a park which happens to be that no one goes to for some reason. But he didn't care. Make matters worse the Harry Hunting got violent to the point where he blacks out for hours. Luckily for Harry, he teaches himself healing spells. The dreams he's been having where he was being possessed
by Voldemort and killing everyone that he ever cared about. Harry kicks up the dirt with his feet. The letters all say the same thing don't leave the house. If I stay in that goddamn house any longer I'll go crazy or insane. Harry says to himself. "How am I going to beat Voldemort without the training I need." He sighs heavily trying not worry about it. That was the last he had to worry about since Dudley and his gang came towards him. "Ready for a beating freak?" "Run out of kids to beat up Big D?" That just pissed off
Dudley to the top. One of Dudley's gang members punched Harry off the swing then start kicking him in the chest. While the others laugh at Harry's pain. Then they join in the Harry beating. "This is the best Harry Hunt ever", said Dudley with a grin breaking his glasses with his foot. The other guys pull out a bottle of beer, a lighter and bleach out from Dudley's backpack. "Shit is this how the Boy of Who Lived going to die?! He laughs darkly to himself. Why did none of his friends want him to spend summer with them? He
cursed fate, God or whatever for this life he lived. Sometimes Harry wished that Voldemort killed him along with his parents. So at least he didn't have to worry about fighting the Dark Lord. Also living with the Dursleys and being their slave for live⦠Most of all losing his god father Sirius Black. The beer pours all over Harry. The same guy who punched him off the swing smashes the beer bottle on his head. Blood pours down the back off the head. Poor Harry is covered in blood and alcohol with a few broken bones.
Dudley lights him on fire with the lighter with a sick smile on his face. "This will be the last that I and my family have to deal with freak!" "I'll will kill all of you!" Harry says screaming at them while being burned alive laughing evilly. Which scared the shit out of them. Harry feels his magic getting stronger while fusing with part of Voldemort's soul. He grins wicked evil at Dudley and his gang. His bones starts t fixes themselves. Harry gets to his feet while still on fire. They yelled out in terror, dropping the backpack,
lighter and the bleach behind. He uncaps the bleach and pours the while bottle over himself. Putting out the fire. Once the fire was out, his skin is all white. Giving him a weird leathery skin look. Which made Harry very creepy looking and his cloths along with the shoes are badly burned. His hair however is still fine and undamaged. Grinning while pocking the lighter into his burn up pants pocket.
