Harry potter and the heir of Gryffindor
Harry woke with a start; he was on the garden bench. He looked around him, to the left off him was the perfectly pruned bush. To the right of him was the Dursley's house the upstairs light was on. All the down stairs lights were off so he would have to gamble it and knock on the front door. He went round the side of the house and saw his trunk was out side along with his bed, desk, wardrobe and shelves. The door was open Harry walked in it sounded empty then he heard uncle Vernon yelling about the carpet not coming up.
"Erm what are you doing?" Harry said whilst standing down the bottom of the stairs
"Moving house." Dudley said with a tub of ice cream in his hands leaning against the wall outside the kitchen.
"So where are we going." Harry said to Dudley with a slight fear that Dumbledore might not know where he was living.
"Your not coming with us." Dudley said with a sneer on his face. Harry would have loved to see the look on Malfoy's face if he could see Harry right now.
"So where will I go then." Harry said feeling more fear than ever, hoping Dudley was joking.
"In here," Said Uncle Vernon, shoving Harry into the cupboard under the stairs. The cupboard was dark, and Uncle Vernon reached in and unscrewed the light bulb. "We don't want you wasting electricity, do we?" Harry opened his mouth in disbelief. Was his family really doing this to him? His family! Why did he think that, it was not as if they cared. Were they just going to leave him? In the cupboard under the stairs? Uncle Vernon had lost the plot! He thrust his purple face at Harry until Harry could see every hair in his uncle's moustache. There was a clinking of metal and from nowhere the purple faced man pulled a pair of handcuffs.
"Uncle Vernon?" said Harry fearfully. Uncle Vernon's hand shot out and grabbed Harry's wrist. Uncle Vernon's nails dug painfully in his wrist, and Harry tried to pull away. The handcuff clipped onto Harry's wrist, pinching the skin of his wrist. Click went the handcuffs. Uncle Vernon dragged Harry by the chain, leading him as if he were a dog. He snapped the other end of the handcuff with relish onto the pipe at the back of the cupboard. "U- uncle Vernon?" Harry had a pleading look in his eyes. "Please..."
"Shut up, boy. I don't care what you think. Why should I?" His Uncle sprayed spit in Harry's face. Uncle Vernon tore Harry's glasses from Harry's face. He popped the lenses out of the cheap frames and crushed them underfoot with two swift movements.
"Uncle Vernon, please let me go! I'll be normal, I won't... I... um, please?"
"Pleading won't work, you know. You have given me fourteen years oh hell, and you deserve everything that I give to you!"
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked weakly, watching his Uncle leave him in the dark. "Help!" he shouted, but nobody heard. "Please!" The two locks slid across the outside of the door.
"What shall we do with his bird?" asked Dudley.
"We don't have time for this!" Shouted Uncle Vernon.
"Let the damn thing outside!" Shrieked Aunt Petunia "He shouldn't keep it in a cage anyway. Let it go!" Hedwig shrieked and then Harry couldn't hear her anymore. He tugged hopelessly at the handcuffs. Without his wand he didn't have a hope. He could hardly see anyway, what hope did he have? Who could find him?
Harry woke with a start; he was on the garden bench. He looked around him, to the left off him was the perfectly pruned bush. To the right of him was the Dursley's house the upstairs light was on. All the down stairs lights were off so he would have to gamble it and knock on the front door. He went round the side of the house and saw his trunk was out side along with his bed, desk, wardrobe and shelves. The door was open Harry walked in it sounded empty then he heard uncle Vernon yelling about the carpet not coming up.
"Erm what are you doing?" Harry said whilst standing down the bottom of the stairs
"Moving house." Dudley said with a tub of ice cream in his hands leaning against the wall outside the kitchen.
"So where are we going." Harry said to Dudley with a slight fear that Dumbledore might not know where he was living.
"Your not coming with us." Dudley said with a sneer on his face. Harry would have loved to see the look on Malfoy's face if he could see Harry right now.
"So where will I go then." Harry said feeling more fear than ever, hoping Dudley was joking.
"In here," Said Uncle Vernon, shoving Harry into the cupboard under the stairs. The cupboard was dark, and Uncle Vernon reached in and unscrewed the light bulb. "We don't want you wasting electricity, do we?" Harry opened his mouth in disbelief. Was his family really doing this to him? His family! Why did he think that, it was not as if they cared. Were they just going to leave him? In the cupboard under the stairs? Uncle Vernon had lost the plot! He thrust his purple face at Harry until Harry could see every hair in his uncle's moustache. There was a clinking of metal and from nowhere the purple faced man pulled a pair of handcuffs.
"Uncle Vernon?" said Harry fearfully. Uncle Vernon's hand shot out and grabbed Harry's wrist. Uncle Vernon's nails dug painfully in his wrist, and Harry tried to pull away. The handcuff clipped onto Harry's wrist, pinching the skin of his wrist. Click went the handcuffs. Uncle Vernon dragged Harry by the chain, leading him as if he were a dog. He snapped the other end of the handcuff with relish onto the pipe at the back of the cupboard. "U- uncle Vernon?" Harry had a pleading look in his eyes. "Please..."
"Shut up, boy. I don't care what you think. Why should I?" His Uncle sprayed spit in Harry's face. Uncle Vernon tore Harry's glasses from Harry's face. He popped the lenses out of the cheap frames and crushed them underfoot with two swift movements.
"Uncle Vernon, please let me go! I'll be normal, I won't... I... um, please?"
"Pleading won't work, you know. You have given me fourteen years oh hell, and you deserve everything that I give to you!"
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked weakly, watching his Uncle leave him in the dark. "Help!" he shouted, but nobody heard. "Please!" The two locks slid across the outside of the door.
"What shall we do with his bird?" asked Dudley.
"We don't have time for this!" Shouted Uncle Vernon.
"Let the damn thing outside!" Shrieked Aunt Petunia "He shouldn't keep it in a cage anyway. Let it go!" Hedwig shrieked and then Harry couldn't hear her anymore. He tugged hopelessly at the handcuffs. Without his wand he didn't have a hope. He could hardly see anyway, what hope did he have? Who could find him?