Perfectly Normal
disclaimer: not mine
A/N: I was cleaning out my desk and I found this on an old piece of paper in the back of the drawer. Hope you like it!
On the darkest of nights, deep in the suburbs of Surrey, on a perfectly normal street, there is a perfectly normal house with a perfectly normal yard, with perfectly normal people inside. Except the perfectly normal people aren't as perfectly normal as you would expect. They hide a hideous secret in their home that is as far from perfectly normal as you could possibly get.
Petunia and Dudley Dursley are downstairs in their kitchen, finishing the remains of a slightly burnt pot roast. Petunia is humming softly, trying to ignore the muffled screams and yelps coming from upstairs. If we follow these screams, we find the first sign that everything is not as perfectly normal as the Dursleys would prefer it.
The cupboard under the stairs has a lock on it. Strange.
If we continue up the stairs there is another blatantly obvious sign that something is off.
While there is a perfectly normal master bedroom, and a perfectly normal second bedroom, the third bedroom has three large padlocks, two deadbolts, and a catflap.
As we enter the bedroom, we see the dirty sheets on the twin mattress that serves as a bed. There is a leather belt hanging from the wall, along with a horse whip. In the middle of the floor, there is a small boy with hair the color of the night, and eyes of greenest green, even if they are clouded over with pain. And finally, we set eyes on the grotesquely huge, purple faced man standing over his huddled form. He has a chain in his hands, and is shouting obscenities at the boy, punctuating each phrase with a lash from his weapon. Already the boy's dirty, too big shirt is stained with blood.
Believe it or not, the 'small boy' is fifteen, soon to be sixteen in two weeks. This is his punishment for burning dinner.
The man goes by the name of Vernon Dursley, the hater of all things magic.
The boy huddled on the floor in a small pool of his own blood is known as Harry Potter. Or if you want to be formal, the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Hate-Himself.
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