A/N: I want to apologize for not uploading on my story Master Is Looking but I have hit a giant writers block and don't know how to continue. I am not abandoning the story but I will need some time to find my inspiration again. Until then I will just post all the other things that do pop into my mind. And thus here is a idea that was stuck in my head for a while. I don't know yet if it will turn into a full story or just stay a drabble but for now it's just there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any characters you recognize, they belong to J.K. Rowling. If they where mine Snape wouldn't have died and kept on spreading his snarky love around the student body of Hogwarts.
Sorry for the long author's note and I hope you like what I've written.
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He combed through his hair, taking all the knots out, and hissed when he pulled to hard, nearly ripping a handful of hair from his scalp. He didn't have much time so he had to hurry, if he didn't want to get naturally developed dreadlocks, he was only allowed to comb his hair once a month for five minutes. He had to bite on his lower lip, to stop a sob from coming out, as he tried to untangle a particular big knot on the back of his head and again ripped at his hair. He felt warm liquid slide down the back of his neck and lifted his, unoccupied, hand to the back of his head. He managed to keep a cry from escaping his mouth as his fingertips prodded at the now ripped skin on the back of his head. He ignored the pain and started combing his hair again, knowing the wound would heal by its self but his hair wouldn't survive another month of neglect.
Just as he was done with combing most of the knots out of his hair and was cleaning the brush, removing blood that covered it, he heard his uncle yell from the bottom of the stairs to make his breakfast. He ran to the bathroom where he quickly rinsed the brush and looked at the reflection of himself in the mirror. He quickly removed the blood from his neck , knowing his uncle would get mad if he left blood dripping around the house, and ran down the stairs to the kitchen.
After having made breakfast, for his purple faced uncle and balloon-like nephew, he got his once-a-day-allowed-bathroom-visit before he was ushered into the cupboard under the stairs and told not to make a sound if he wanted to have dinner that night. Knowing better than to stand up for himself, he nodded and seated himself on his makeshift bed.
Harry hoped he'd get the leftovers from breakfast the next morning, because he was starting to get really hungry after having eaten nothing for the last four days, except for the banana peel he had found in the trash can while cleaning two days ago.
A loud growl evoking from his stomach broke the silence of the cupboard and Harry clutched around himself hoping to muffle the noise so Vernon wouldn't hear and come punish him again. When the growling finally stopped Harry was scared that if he'd move it would start anew and decided that if he went to sleep his stomach would settle down. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh before the, nowadays, constant exhaustion easily swept him away to a dreamland filled with magic, dragons and a big family that welcomed him with open arm.
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