Hufflepuffs Chosen One – Chapter One – The Start
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"speak"- English speech
Speak- Thoughts
"sssspeaksss"- Parselmouth
This chapter is dedicated to blackrainbowshine
(Harrys POV)
"PACK NOW" Vernon said with the same amount of venom as a cobra. My feet start pounding up the stairs my hands shaking all the way why does someone wants to talk to me so badly I mean it's me I'm just a freak a unlovable useless freak .Because I don't know when we will be back I grab everything I own my three sets of clothing my blanket and my mums box. You see ever since I could remember I can remember this little wood box it had pearls and moonstones on it flowing around it. It has lilies on it and other pretty flowers. That's it my little blue rucksack looks so empty I wish I some more stuff like a teddy bear or some books. I stare longingly at the Dudley's bookshelf yep I said Dudley's you see my bed room is really Dudley's second bedroom I only here because someone wants to talk to me before that I lived in my little cosy cupboard under the stairs. The books are the only things in the room that wasn't touched. I grab them and put them in my rucksack he never uses them.
I race down stairs to make sure I don't keep Vernon waiting if I don't want to have a beating tonight shivers ribble through me to make sure I remember them as if I would ever forget them they would be ingraded into my mind until the day I die. I stand still not even breathing as I hear footsteps coming to walk down the stairs. I see a thin tall figure at the top of the stairs relief floods through me its Aunt Petunia.
While Aunt Petunia was less than kind when Uncle Vernon or Dudley was around when it was just us she feed me a little more and tried to help me heal, she told me stories about mum and her friend sev sev sev something or other. If she did anything more she would get hurt more than a few slaps and Ill mange if it helps my Aunt. Maybe these people can come and rescue us me and Aunt Petunia and Dudley for Aunt Petunia couldn't leave him behide for she loves him just like mum loved me. Well I hope mum loved me but I know deep in my heart she and dad don't I'm a freak just like uncle Vernon says. I wish they loved me but they didn't and still don't I made them die in that monoxide poisoning that then after that spark well they where all dead expect me. The little freak survived. I don't deserve to be here I should be in the ground not mum or dad
"FREEEEEEEAK" Uncle Vernon screamed as I jump out of my skin "COME HERE NOW AND PUT OUR SUITCASES IN THE BACK". Aunt Petunia stares sorrowful at me as I sigh "Yes Uncle Vernon" I said meekly. With my head bowled I walked to him dragging my feet softly seeing his blob of a belly and a giant bag just before his horrible feet which has broken many of my bones before. "MOVE" he screeched down my ears very bat like for a man who hates anything freakish. When I lift the horrible brown sports bag which I know for a fact has never been used for anything to do with sports but golf I hear Dudley's cries which were obviously meant to distract Vernon.
Happily I put my little blue bag into the boot making sure it's hidden by that monster of a bag which finishes of my Uncles eye soar image. With the door open I see what Dudley's moaning is all about his brand new sports bag was open filled with his computer games and sitting on top is the new TV and computer. Aunt Petunia's fake promises of new computers and other useless stuff fell on deaf ears as Dudley continued to whale to buy me more time without Vernon's shouting, screaming and screeching. I feel a tiny little smile washes up on my face at Dudley's loyalty to me even facing Uncles multicoloured face which stops even the bravest of man not because its fierce and frightening but because of the men its tongue who has bewitched. Many powerful men are under its control only for him to use to get anything and anyone he wants.
Just before my eyes are fully glazed over with daydreams power I hear a CRACK. My head turns around quicker than a electric train moves but i still miss it only seeing the red hand mark standing out angrily against my cousin's fair skin and perfectly blonde hair. Even at this distance i can still see the fiery indepenants and fights fire slowly burns out in his pale blue eyes even thought it was just over flowing a moment. My Aunts unshed tears fill her eyes which Dudley's also proseise but unlike Dudley they have a smaller spark of joy and hope which I'm sure that letter put there maybe this letter comes from mums friend maybe he could save us for Vernon.
It feels like hours later but only minutes past as the boots door bangs against the car Vernon wadding past the car telling us its time to leave. Not knowing if the letter writer is our survivor, our hero or just going to be our next villain ever worst than the next. Farewell number 4 I don't know if we will meet again but if we do I hope it will be a brighter chapter in our lives.
The little shiny blue car drives off into the horizon without the people inside not nothing there entering new chapter of their lives one there the villain just got worse and the hero well you have to find that out
A/N
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