Hi Guys. My author name is Raina, and I am so exited to be leaving my first chapter of this fanfic. This is going to be a Fem!harry Slytherin!harry fic and this will be having no lemons. This is rated T for suggestive themes, abuse, amd swearing. If you are triggered by any of these things then do not read it! Lets get on with the fic then!
The Dursleys were normal. Freakishly normal. If you would walk into thier house you would see pictures everywhere. They all showed the family of three. Mr. Dursley, a wide man with little neck that resembled a pig. Mrs. Dursley, a tall woman with too much neck and a face that resembled a horse. Finally, Dudley, the perfect mix of them both, with a weight similar to a killer whales. Looking at these photos, you could note that they were a happy family, and the boy was just a bit spoilt. Like any other normal family. You would wonder what a coat closet was doing with those many padlocks, and a catflap. Never would you think they would be abusers, molesters or neglect a child. Yet, you not think there was a young girl living there too.
Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, England, July 30
The smell of eggs and pancakes wafted up to Dudley's room. Breakfast. Dudley drudged down the stairs where he found his cousin making breakfast.
" When's breakfast ready," He whined. Alyssa Ignored him and left his eggs in a bit to long, and dropped them onto his plate, burnt.
" Mum, Dad, Alyssa's burnt my pancakes," he continued to whine, for he did not know any other way to talk.
" You should be greatful," Alyssa snapped. Vernon came up to her, his face purple,
" Girl room," he whispered deadly. Alyssa knew he did not mean her closet, but his room. The room. The room where he would do things, where he would hit her, where he would touch her. You did not want to go to the room. No. But she climbed the stairs silently, a broken shell of the person she would have been. This was all her parents fault, she would think, being drunks and crashing the car. She went, Vernon followed. Soon, you could hear the screams, the begging shouts to stop. A cruel smile grew on Petunia's face.
Number four, Privet Drive, Surrey, England, July 31
Alyssa counted the seconds to twelve, on a watch she had stolen from Dudley. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy Birthday to Me. There was a sudden light knock on her door. She sorely reached for the door when it opened, only to find a ginger tabby cat. Alyssa was embarrassed, even for a cat, to see her like this. She was broken, bruises up and down her arms, her back felt torn apart from the belt, and her arse, well it was sore at the very least. She was only in her white panties. The cat had a letter in its mouth, and motioned for her to take it. She took it, and the cat disappeared. Weird. The letter was addressed to her! She read it At Least 5 times that night. We await your owl.