I do not, nor will I ever, own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.
"Parsletongue"
Thoughts
"Regular speech"
Preface:
I closed my eyes and prayed to God that he would stop.
A metal belt buckle struck my bare back, drawing blood as my Uncle Vernon beat me with it. And then, mercifully, it was over.
"Get into your cupboard!" The whale of a man snarled. I did so as quickly as my injuries allowed. He slammed the door and locked it. "No food for three days!"
I heard his heavy foot falls on the stairs and waited until the bedroom door shut to release a quiet sob. My hands balled into fists that I pressed into my eyes, trying to hold back the tears.
No! I refuse to cry! I will not allow that biggoted son of a bitch make me cry!
My tears dried. I growled low in my throat, it was an inhuman sound.
How dare he, a filthy muggle, even look down upon me! Rage filled me, a rage that my 'friends' would never understand. A rage that came from years of abuse and manipulation.
*******Flashback********
I was almost asleep in my four poster bed in the Gryffindor fourth year boys dormitories. Rons loud laughter reached my ears and I got out of bed to tell him to shut up. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard Hermione say something that made me freeze.
"Potter is such an idiot! I can't believe he thinks we're his friends!"
"Well, I can't believe how rich we're going to be when the git dies!" Ginny laughed.
"I'm going to buy a huge manor with my share," Ron boasted.
My eyes narrowed, anger welling up in the pit of my stomach and it took everything I had not to blast their lying arses into millions of tiny pieces.
I forced myself to go back up the stairs and get back in to bed, but I couldn't make my eyes close, so I pulled the hangings around my bed closed.
********End Flashback********
As my rage grew, warmth spread across my skin. I felt the skin on my back knit back together yet the warmth of magic across skin still grew. And it kept growing warmer and warmer as anger clouded my vision. I threw my glasses at the wall, shocked when a ball of flaming metal and glass hit the wall instead.
I stepped towards it curiously, with no trace of fear. My glasses had melted and the flames were spreading slowly across the floor and wall. I looked at me hands and saw that they were engulfed in black flames, as were my arms up to my elbows. A smirk slowly spread across my face.
I flung a fire ball at the bottom of the stairs, chuckling as the erupted in fire. Strange, once the fire left my hand, it was the color of normal fire. I'll look into that later.
I turned towards the door and touched my finger to where the lock was on the otherside of the wood. A small hole formed in the door and I smirked as it swung open, lock melted.
I made my way to the front door, trailing my hands along everything within reach, setting it aflame. Once I was out of the house, I turned and threw a ball of fire through Vernons bedroom window.
I willed the flames on my arms to disappear and made my way to the park, the screams of terror echoing from Number Four Private Drive causing me to chuckle.
The 'Light' has no idea what's coming.