A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction so please go easy. All criticisms are accepted but please keep it healthy and remember that I am new in writing stories. Okay then...go give it a go...
Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter or any of its characters.
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PRELUDE:
31st july, 1984
"Boy! Get up. What's taking you so long?" Aunt Petunia shouted from outside Harry's cupboard.
It wasn't that Harry was asleep. In fact, he wasn't able to sleep all night. And it wasn't just because he hadn't eaten since past 3 days causing his stomach to cramp badly. It was his birthday and he was a full 4 years old now and he had been wondering since morning if the Dursleys would remember. When Dudley turned 4 last month, he had a big party which all his friends from playschool attended. Harry didn't go to play school of course. Uncle Vernon says he isn't going to spend a single extra penny than necessary to keep an unwanted freak like him alive, and anyways why would scum bags like him need any studying when all they are good for is cleaning and cooking. Sometimes he wonders why he even bothers to keep him alive at all.
"Boy!" Harry is pulled out of his reverie when uncle Vernon opens the cupboard door and pulls him out by his over large shirt collar and drops him on his knees.
"Ouch!" Harry didn't mean to make any sound. He didn't. But it hurt him bad when uncle Vernon pulled him down.
"First you don't answer your aunt who has been wasting her time trying to wake your tardy arse up and now you have the guts to make noise in my house? I think you need a reminder about the rules that you are supposed to follow in here," barked uncle Vernon while removing his belt. "Get down on your hand and knees like the dog you are and show me your tardy arse, it needs some waking up."
Harry whimpered but did as he was told. He always hoped that someone would come and save him from this hell hole. He wanted his parents. But Uncle Vernon says that they were good-for-nothing drunks who died in a car crash. Harry wishes he had died too…at least them he would be with people who loved him.
"This should teach you some lesson" was all uncle Vernon said before he started raining blows after blows on little Harry's arse.
After about 10 hits, uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by his hair and threw him in the backyard. Tying Harry's hands with a post such that he had no other option but to sit on his brutally abused arse, uncle Vernon said that he, aunt Petunia and Dudley are going out and won't be back until next morning. "Enjoy your stay" he said laughing maniacally and entered the house again.
Harry was a sobbing mess. "Happy birthday to me" was all he was able to manage before darkness started to take over. Distantly he heard the main door being shut but he could not be sure of anything anymore and gave in to the overbearing darkness.
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