I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but it's the first story that I've ever written so I wanted to know what you thought before I went on. I hope you enjoy it and pleeeeeeese review at the end.
Note..All characters and places in this story belong to J.K.Rowling
Harry Potter and the Quidditch Tournament
Part 1 - Harry hangs on for life
'Let go of me!' Harry shouted weakly as he hung limply from Dudley's podgy grasp.
The past five and a half weeks living with the Dursleys had been hell. Extremely underfed and undernourished, Harry now looked like nothing more than a stick insect wearing elephants clothing.
' Not until you say that I can have all of your toys.' Dudley whined at Harry, his mouth moving slowly to speak under several layers of flab.
Thinking that this was an extremely good exchange for having his feet back on firm ground, Harry nodded his head which, like most of his body looked like it would snap off at any minute.
Dudley immediately dropped Harry who fell to the ground with a thump, then struggled to sit up at the top of the stairs. Dudley had been having a lot of fun lately with Harry, as he had discovered that Harry had become so thin and weak that he could pick him up and swing him around easily. Harry was in no fit condition to argue with Dudley and so generally agreed to whatever Dudley wanted in order to get away from him.
The Dursleys had been trying to survive on a smaller income after Vernon's work had shut down. This however meant feeding Dudley as usual and starving Harry to death, literally. The past week had been worst, with only a small piece of dry bread to eat every two days, Harry had no energy left in him at all, and he was too weak too even walk very far.
'Oy, you' Dudley called as he started to waddle towards him. Harry, sensing what was coming next tried to run away but as his run was more like a crawl, even podgy Dudley could catch up with him. Once again Harry was hauled up by the scruff of his neck, ' You don't have any toys' Dudley screamed as he held him high up over the stairs.
'Well der.....' Harry mumbled, but a little too loudly. Dudley heard him and realised that he had been tricked. With an evil laugh, Dudley swung Harry and let go of him in mid - flight, smiling gleefully as Harry rolled noisily down the stairs, banging into the banisters and crashing into a heap at the bottom. As Harry lay there unconscious, in blood soaked clothes with his left leg broken, his elbow sticking out at a strange angle and his lip bust amongst his heavily bruised face, Uncle Vernon slammed the phone down and came striding angrily towards the stairs.
' Just about to get a job when HE starts bloody screaming and next thing I know they've hung up......' Vernon roared on and on as he walked down the corridor, but stopped abruptly when he saw Harry in a heap on the floor. He took one quick look and then raised his voice even loader... 'You boy! Get...out...of...my....sight!' He roughly grabbed him and threw him into the cupboard under the stairs, even though the times when Harry could fit in there with any space to even move were long gone.
Still unconscious, Harry lay in the cramped cupboard as the next few days passed by. If he would have been awake however, Harry might have realised that the new term at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry - which he had been waiting anxiously for, had started.............without him.
To be continued......
As I said before this is only my first story so please review and let me know if I should continue. Thanks...
The real Dr. Dray
Note..All characters and places in this story belong to J.K.Rowling
Harry Potter and the Quidditch Tournament
Part 1 - Harry hangs on for life
'Let go of me!' Harry shouted weakly as he hung limply from Dudley's podgy grasp.
The past five and a half weeks living with the Dursleys had been hell. Extremely underfed and undernourished, Harry now looked like nothing more than a stick insect wearing elephants clothing.
' Not until you say that I can have all of your toys.' Dudley whined at Harry, his mouth moving slowly to speak under several layers of flab.
Thinking that this was an extremely good exchange for having his feet back on firm ground, Harry nodded his head which, like most of his body looked like it would snap off at any minute.
Dudley immediately dropped Harry who fell to the ground with a thump, then struggled to sit up at the top of the stairs. Dudley had been having a lot of fun lately with Harry, as he had discovered that Harry had become so thin and weak that he could pick him up and swing him around easily. Harry was in no fit condition to argue with Dudley and so generally agreed to whatever Dudley wanted in order to get away from him.
The Dursleys had been trying to survive on a smaller income after Vernon's work had shut down. This however meant feeding Dudley as usual and starving Harry to death, literally. The past week had been worst, with only a small piece of dry bread to eat every two days, Harry had no energy left in him at all, and he was too weak too even walk very far.
'Oy, you' Dudley called as he started to waddle towards him. Harry, sensing what was coming next tried to run away but as his run was more like a crawl, even podgy Dudley could catch up with him. Once again Harry was hauled up by the scruff of his neck, ' You don't have any toys' Dudley screamed as he held him high up over the stairs.
'Well der.....' Harry mumbled, but a little too loudly. Dudley heard him and realised that he had been tricked. With an evil laugh, Dudley swung Harry and let go of him in mid - flight, smiling gleefully as Harry rolled noisily down the stairs, banging into the banisters and crashing into a heap at the bottom. As Harry lay there unconscious, in blood soaked clothes with his left leg broken, his elbow sticking out at a strange angle and his lip bust amongst his heavily bruised face, Uncle Vernon slammed the phone down and came striding angrily towards the stairs.
' Just about to get a job when HE starts bloody screaming and next thing I know they've hung up......' Vernon roared on and on as he walked down the corridor, but stopped abruptly when he saw Harry in a heap on the floor. He took one quick look and then raised his voice even loader... 'You boy! Get...out...of...my....sight!' He roughly grabbed him and threw him into the cupboard under the stairs, even though the times when Harry could fit in there with any space to even move were long gone.
Still unconscious, Harry lay in the cramped cupboard as the next few days passed by. If he would have been awake however, Harry might have realised that the new term at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry - which he had been waiting anxiously for, had started.............without him.
To be continued......
As I said before this is only my first story so please review and let me know if I should continue. Thanks...
The real Dr. Dray