The Boy who Cried Chapter 1: 1, a harry potter fanfic

A young man huffed, his breathing labored. The sun pounded down on his back, slightly turning a pinkish red color. Sweat slide down his back, getting absorbed in his over-sized, dirty T-Shirt, making it stick to his body. The young man had messy black hair with dazzeling green eyes. This is not any other boy, this boy is Harry Potter. Also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived. Known all around the Wizarding World as the Savior. The one who is going to defeat Voldemort. For Harry Potter is a Wizard. So, why would the Savior of the Wizarding world be in such place? His Mother and Father were killed. Murdered, By the one, Voldemort. Harry Potter had no other family...Other than the Dursley's. Petunia Dursley, was Lily Potter's sister. Harry Potter was put in the care of Petunia and her husband, Vernon Dursley. You would expect that they would Love and charrish him, Teach Harry about the Wizarding world. Except, they didn't. They didn't Love or Cherrish Harry. Infact, they littered Harry's body with bruises and scar' hated Harry with every viber in their body's. The Dursley's worked him like a slave, made Harry sleep in a cupbored under the stair for eleven years of his life, they had beagin to beat him when Harry got back from Hogwarts. He was now in his 4th year. Harry had been dealing with the abuse for years.

Harry straitened his back, hearing a pop. He had been doing his usual long list of chores, that Petunia had given Harry that morning. He knew that if he didn't finish his chores by the time his Uncle got home. Harry felt his body shiver. Shaking his head he went back to work. Harry didn't understand why his Aunt wanted him to work on the flower beds. Surrey was currently experimenting a drought and all the neighborhood's plants were dead as well. He figured that it was just their way of making Harry get out of the house, to suffer. His back of his neck and arms were already burnt to a crisp and was already starting to peel. The pain from that didn't even register on his body, after everything that happened last night. br /Harry heard his stomach 'Maybe I could take something small to eat...' Harry thought, finishing the last of the flower bed. 'It has been a week since I got something to eat...' Harry looked at the list of chores. He wasn't even half way done. 'Maybe later' Harry went to his next chore. As he stood up, a wave of dizziness over came him.

Harry woke up a few hours later feeling very weak and disoriented. Looking out from the garden shed, he saw a car pull up from the road. Horror struck him, 'Oh no! No no no..' Harry rushed inside, ignoring his dizziness. He started to put the dishes away, but it was to late. "Boy! You didn't finish your chores!" Vernon shouted. His face flushed a deep shade of red. He kept his eyes casted down wards, knowing Harry was not aloud to look at them. "I-Im sorry Sir, I-" Vernon grabbed Harry the scruff of his neck, and hauled him to the room.

Harry woke up again this time, pain all over his body. He hiss in pain as he tried ot stand up. "Get down her boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted. Harry opened the cupbord door, not daring to disobey his Uncle. "Yes sir?" Harry tried not to stutter. It seemed to make Vernon even more made, as his face turn a deep shade of red. "You are only spoken when told! Got it FREAK!" Uncle Vernon shouted at Harry. His hand raised, swinging his hand down. A loud slap echoed through the Dursley's house hold. Aunt Petunia and Dudley stared at them. Not even going to make an attempt to help Harry. "You understand Boy!" Uncle Vernon heaved out. Harry had to restrain from looking disgusted, He could smell the alcohol in his breath. "Yes Sir" Harry said with out stuttering. A pleased looked passed over his Uncle's face. "Good, now make us some food Freak." Uncle Vernon looked over to his wife. "It better not taste horrible Idiot." Petunia Sneered at Harry. Dudley spoke up, "Mother, i want a new phone" Harry rolled his eyes. "Now my dunkins, You just got a new phone-" Petunia started to say. "Well I want a new phone! And I want one now!" Dudley shouted, throughing a fit. 'He's a teenager, you would think he would be over it by now' Harry thought bitterly.

He hissed in pain as the greese from the pan popped on his skin. "Hurry up Boy!" Vernon shouted at Harry. Harry potter put the food on three plates, two other plates had more than the third. He carried the three plates skillfully out to the dinner room. " 'bout time boy!" Vernon glared at the scrawny boy. "Get outta here" Vernon growled out. Harry nodded, scurrying out the dinning room.

'Finally, I can get to relax...' Harry layed on his 'bed'. His 'bed' considered the floor, with a very thin, old and dirty blanket. Harry laid his head on his bunched up jacket, using it as a pillow. He slowly blinked, His wounds sending pain all over his body. Harry exhaled, knowing he needed to take care of himself. Sitting up, Harry reached over to his small box and pulled out bandages. Harry looked at his arms and legs. They were littered with old and fresh wounds. Harry put some salve on his wound. Then quickly wrapping them with the gauze. 'When can i get out of this hell hole?' Harry looked at his arms sadly, knowing he should do it. But...He did.

Severus stood in front of Dumbledore, his brown (almost black) eyes stared at Dumbledore angerily."I'm sorry, did you say that i have to go and check on ?" Severus ask. His finger nails digging in to his palm. "Yes Severus, I fear that what Harry told me in his last letter..." The twinkle in his eyes vanished. "Why should i check up on the golden boy? He's probably sitting around, having people serve him. That little brat-" A young man huffed, his breathing labored. The sun pounded down on his back, slightly turning a pinkish red color. Sweat slide down his back, getting absorbed in his over-sized, dirty T-Shirt, making it stick to his body. The young man had messy black hair with dazzeling green eyes. This is not any other boy, this boy is Harry Potter. Also known as The-Boy-Who-Lived. Known all around the Wizarding World as the Savior. The one who is going to defeat Voldemort. For Harry Potter is a Wizard. So, why would the Savior of the Wizarding world be in such place? His Mother and Father were killed. Murdered, By the one, Voldemort. Harry Potter had no other family...Other than the Dursley's. Petunia Dursley, was Lily Potter's sister. Harry Potter was put in the care of Petunia and her husband, Vernon Dursley. You would expect that they would Love and charrish him, Teach Harry about the Wizarding world. Except, they didn't. They didn't Love or Cherrish Harry. Infact, they littered Harry's body with bruises and scar' hated Harry with every viber in their body's. The Dursley's worked him like a slave, made Harry sleep in a cupbored under the stair for eleven years of his life, they had beagin to beat him when Harry got back from Hogwarts. He was now in his 4th year. Harry had been dealing with the abuse for years.