Hurt. All of it... hurts. He don't know how long he was there. He could smell the strong scent of the dirt beneath his fingers.
"Ugh..." Not one his ideal summer break, obviously.
And he did not wish for this thing to happen. Curse the Durleys!
The bitter thoughts only sufficient enough to drive away the pain for so long before all of it attacked him in full force.
Oh yes, it was painful. He shouldn't had provoked Dudley, but it was too tempting, with his constant whines, about how strong he is... disgusting would be a suitable word for him, in pink sparkly squiggly words plastered on his cousin's face. The thought make him chocked on his own spit, while making the pain more noticeable.
Shit...
The continuous pain only succeed in making his head ache. The world continue to spin, and is that... a fire? Well, at least someone will find his body soon enough.
He could imagine it, the-boy-who-lived and fought the dark lord too many times in a row die in a fire because he couldn't fricking moves his broken body, courtesy of his whale of a cousin. Perfect.
The last thing he heard before he closed his eyes is the screams of a woman, who suspiciously sounds like his mother's, before the world turned black.
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