Harry Potter

Fulfilling The Prophecy

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Chapter 1:Letters

It was a hot summer's day. Looking out of the window, the residents of Privet drive could see children playing in the street with the Sun tickling their skin. One boy however, was inside his house, his miserable mood in complete paradox to the welcoming weather. His dark hair swept across his face hiding his beautiful emerald eyes as he polished his Aunt and Uncle's room. This boy was called Harry Potter.

Harry had been Vernon Dursley's slave since he returned from school in mid-July. Normally, he would object to this but his Uncle's drinking problem told him to do otherwise. For everything that Harry did was wrong and if something had angered Mr Dursley it was always Harry's fault. The sixteen-year-old dreamt of being taken from this house of pain by his headmaster. However, he knew this was impossible as Professor Dumbledore was now deceased. Harry had only recently come to terms with the death, realising that Lord Voldemort's downfall was now more important than ever.

After Harry had finished his chores, he walked around the empty house that he had to call home, wondering how long he would be stuck there for. He had planned to leave as soon as possible for but word from Remus Lupin had changed this.

Harry,

I am sorry but I think you will have to stay at your Aunt and Uncle's house for a while longer than you wished. I'm afraid that we do not know when you will be able to return to the Burrow due to complications out of our hands.

I am happy to hear that you will be returning to Hogwarts for your final year. I know that this was not your original plan but I assure you that it is the right thing to do. A select few members of the order were told of Dumbledore's plans before he died and we are searching for the horcruxes. You have my word that you will be informed when they are located, as I know it is what the headmaster would have wanted.

I hope all is well.

Remus Lupin.

Harry had sent his reply to the ex-defence against the dark arts teacher, assuring him that everything was ok and that he doesn't mind staying for a while longer. He felt bad for this blatant lie but did not want to discuss what his home-life involved.

Harry took advantage of the fact that no one was home by sitting in the living room and watching television. He sat for almost an hour undisturbed until Petunia Dursley came home in a fairly good mood. Harry wondered what gossip she had heard to make her so happy but was sure that whatever it was, he would not be told.

'I hope you've finished all of your chores!' Harry noticed that she sounded concerned rather than angry.

'I was up kind of early today so I got it all done' he replied feebly. His Aunt did not seem to have a response to this and immediately walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Harry skulked upstairs to his small bedroom and glanced around the room. The room seemed fairly empty. All of Harry's magical belongings were underneath his bed. The only things visible in the room were his second-hand bed, his small wardrobe, which had an empty birdcage on top of it and a huge clutter of things where he should have been able to see his desk.

Harry searched for his schoolbooks for one, which he found particularly interesting. He flung himself onto the bed and began to read, not noticing that against the sun, the distinct form of a white owl accompanied by a small bubbly one.

His attention was only drawn to them once they had flown through his bedroom window.

'Hedwig!' he cried. 'And Pigwidgeon!' The tiny owl dropped a letter on Harry 's bed and flew around the room enthusiastically.

Hi Harry mate.

Really sorry that you can't come over yet. Me and Hermione can't wait to see you. She's not here yet either. Still at home with her parents. Well I'll see you soon mate. By the way, not long 'til the wedding now is it? You've gotta be here by then.

Ron.

Harry hastily wrote a reply to his friend saying that he too could not wait to see Ron and Hermione and that he really didn't want to miss the wedding. He grinned as he tied it to Pigwidgeon's leg and watched him fly away. Harry stroked his own owl before she flew into her cage for her food and water.

Harry continued reading his schoolbook but as it began to get darker he was distracted by the slam of the front door. The raven-haired boy dropped the book and felt his heart skip a beat. His Uncle was home.

Thud thud thud.

He could hear him coming up the stairs.

Thud thud thud.

Harry's door burst open.

'Hello Harry. Having fun?' a sarcastic voice asked. Harry had never been happy to see the portly image of his cousin Dudley.

'Probably not half as much as you. Did you manage to beat up any ten-year-olds today?'

'Shut it Potter.'

'Sorry did they flatten you again' Harry loved to tease his cousin.

'No one can flatten me!' Dudley boasted. Harry stared at the size of Dudley Dursley's stomach.

'That's very true Dudders.' Dudley looked slightly confused and walked away, trying to work out what Harry had meant.

Harry smirked and changed into his pyjamas.

'Harry!' his Aunt shrieked. 'Harry, come here now!' Grudgingly, Harry walked down the stairs to see his Aunt.

'Yes?'

'Here.' Petunia had forced a letter into her nephew's hand and turned her back on him. Harry ripped open the letter.

Harry,

Hope you are ok. I don't know if you have heard from Ron already but I can't get to the Burrow yet either. I don't know when we'll be able to but hopefully for you birthday! Write back soon.

Hermione.

'Who's it from then?' Dudley asked.

'Does it really matter?' Harry snapped.

'I didn't think your freaky friends could send letters.'

Dudley snatched the letter from Harry and struggling to read it, stopped his cousin from taking it back.

After Dudley had finished, Harry suffered non-stop teasing about Hermione being his girlfriend. He stormed upstairs and slammed his door shut. He didn't know how but somehow he had managed to drift off to sleep.

Harry slept peacefully. He didn't hear his Uncle come in at midnight and did not hear him come up the stairs. Harry didn't wake until he felt something huge smack him across the face.

He blinked fast as he opened his eyes.

'Downstairs now.' As Vernon Dursley spoke, Harry could smell beer very strongly.

'What?' he questioned.

'You heard.' Mr Dursley grabbed the young boy by the shoulders and dragged him out of the room. 'Get down there now!' Vernon violently pushed his nephew down the stairs. Harry hit the bottom hard and rolled around holding his ribs. Tears stung his eyes as he saw his Uncle smiling as he came down the stairs.

'I'm going to teach you a lesson boy' he snarled. Harry tried to protect himself but could not fight against his Uncle's over-whelming strength. Harry was forced to lie there as the middle-aged man punched, kicked and even bit every part of Harry he could reach. The youngster screamed in pain.

'Shut up boy. I swear if you make a sound, you'll be at thousand times worse off!' He continued to beat up the boy shouting things such as: 'Ungrateful shit!' 'Let you into my home' and 'Crossing lines again'. Tears fell thick and fast down Harry's cheeks.

'Crying are we?' Vernon looked very pleased with himself. 'I'll give you something to cry about.' The man pulled out a lighter and a cigarette from his pocket and began to smoke. Harry looked up at the violent man that anyone would call inhuman but Harry had to call him his Uncle. When the man had realised that he was being stared at, he aggressively pulled off the teenager's pyjama top.

Harry was petrified, he felt sure that he was about to be raped. However, Harry was wrong. His Uncle pushed down the lit end of his cigarette onto Harry's pale skin and watched Harry scream in pain. Once wasn't enough for My Dursley, he had to continue until Harry had five shiny burn marks, several bruises and had lost a lot of blood before going to bed.

Harry lay there, feeling useless. He couldn't move. He couldn't do anything but watch more blood leave his body. After a while, blood from gashes in Harry's head began dripping into his eyes. And with that, he fainted.

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