Disclaimer: none of it's mine, it all belongs to J.K.R. and various companies I make no money off of this, and I am a very poor college student, so please don't sue.
It was a lovely fall evening in Surrey, one where everyone should be having fun. There were fireworks and bonfires, and guys being paraded down streets. It was the evening of November 5, 1988, and Dudley Dursley and his gang were being bullies as usual.
"Hey Piers, look what I found! Now we can really have some fun!"
"Where'd you get fireworks Dudley? Can we get more?"
"Some guy wasn't watching, and I snitched 'em. Want to get Harry? We haven't given him his daily pounding yet. He definitely needs one after getting that test score in math. He had to of cheated. He's too freakish to be smart."
"There he is!"
"Catch 'im!"
"Got 'im!"
The object of their attention had been sitting on a bench watching a bonfire and fireworks, and unfortunately, didn't notice them until they had already grabbed him.
"Lemme go, Dudley! I didn't do anything! Lemme go! I-"
Harry Potter was unable to say more as Dudley and his gang proceeded to kick and punch him as he lay on the ground. Eventually, they grew tired of a lack of reaction and left him lying on the ground.
"Anybody got a lighter or something? We can set off the fireworks from here, and no one could see us."
"Right here. This is going to be so cool. My parents won't let me near fireworks. It totally sucks."
"Place it in the middle Piers. Walker, light it."
Harry stirred as he heard a light hissing sound. Looking up, he saw Dudley watching the fireworks fuse burn up with a fascinated look on his face. Until it fell over. And pointed at Harry.
BOOM!!
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Eventually, it became to annoying for Harry, and he stirred from a sound sleep. He tried to open his eyes, but there was something on them keeping them closed. He sat back when he heard the door open.
"Good afternoon Mr. Potter. My name is Dr. Stanis, and I've been taking care of you for the past two days. Do you remember what happened?"
"Not really. Dudley and his gang had beat me up. I looked up and there was a firework. It fell over and was looking at me. Then there was a really bright light and nothing."
"What happened was that a firework went off n your face, and you were severely burned. The burns have healed remarkably fast, you shouldn't be able to feel or move your face, it's simply remarkable. There was severe damage to your eyes, but we're not sure how much since you seem to have miraculous healing abilities. We'll have to see. The police will be here later to verify some facts about the accident, along with child services. There seems to be a problem with your guardians."
"…What kind of problems?"
"The social worker will talk t you about the details, I'm just under orders to not let them in to see you."
"Ok." A yawn overtook Harry as he lay down and fell asleep almost immediately.
When Harry woke up, it was to find the bandages removed and to see a young man talking to a police officer near his bed. He was a little confused, until he remembered the firework, and Dr. Stanis. He tries to sit up, and found he couldn't quite manage. Fortunately, the man helped him sit with his pillows.
"Good afternoon, Harry. My name is Mark Ridge, and this is Officer Christopher Colby. I work for Child Services. How do you feel?"
"Sore, sir. I'm having a hard time moving. Dr. Stanis said that there were some problems with the Dursleys. Are they ok?"
"Yes, they're fine. However, when the ambulance brought you in, bruises and fractures that were both old and new caught the medics' attention. They alerted your Dr. Stanis, and he called us since things like that are usually signs of abuse. Can you tell us who hurt you?"
Harry couldn't believe it. Someone was FINALLY doing something about how the Dursley's treated him? It seemed too good to be true. The last time he told, the teacher just told him to stop telling lies about the Dursleys.
"How do I know you won't just make me go back like last time? Ms. Phelps didn't do anything, and it just got worse."
Mr. Ridge's eyes got big and he seemed upset.
"You told someone about the abuse, and they did nothing? Would you mind telling Officer Colby who you told and when? They are in serious trouble if they knew and did nothing."
Harry couldn't believe it. He was actually going to get help. It seemed too good to be true.
Mrs. Phelps is my teacher at school. I told her last year about what they Dursleys did to me, and she smacked me and told me stop telling lies. When I got home, Uncle Vernon broke my arm, threw me in my cupboard, and didn't let me out for three days. I never tried again."
This time Officer Colby spoke. "How long have you been treated like that at home? Do they often harm you like that? And what do you mean, YOUR cupboard?"
Harry blinked. "They've treated me like that for as long as I can remember. They told me that I got dumped on them after my parents were killed in an accident since they were drinking and driving when I was a year old. And they hit me at least once a day, Dudley included. And I live in the cupboard under the stairs. I always have."