He pulled his magic back and stopping it from healing him. It did that every time. He was tired, tired of being beaten half to death healing then it happening again whenever Vernon was having a bad day. He was tired of crying out for help and receiving none even when hope seemed to have been given to him at last in the form of the wizarding world it was dashed by the constant death threats he went through.
The triwizard tournament being the last straw. Instead of getting help for the trauma of watching his classmate murdered, a murdering lunatic come back from the dead and torturing him he was sent back to the abusive hands of the Dursleys. Relief coursed through him as the pain dulled until it was completely gone just like his awareness he welcomed death like an old friend.
Vernon Dursley watched the light dim from his nephew's eyes. He didn't panic at first, the boy always healed somehow. It was why he could get away with it. There was never any evidence of him being harmed afterwards but this was different. He had never seen the boy just slump like that. There were no tears, show of fear or anything. Had he finally gone too far? If the boy died how would he explain it? He was paid to abuse the boy not kill him.
He waddled forward toward the boy he had thrown across the room remembering the sickening thud as he hit the wall. There had also been the sound of something cracking. His drunken state which had been keeping him from seeing the damage he had done was slowly lifting. The cuts and bruises on the boy were more visible to him. His face was swollen from the punches he hit him with he was black and blue all over.
Vernon realised he had really gone too far this time. He had been so angry at getting fired from his job he blamed it on the boy as usual. If he had thought about it he would have realised that his wages were nowhere near enough for his family's upkeep. All the money they enjoyed spending came from them getting paid for keeping the boy. Without the boy the money would stop. He shook the boy and shouted "Wake up you brat. Don't think that I don't know that you are trying to get out of doing your chores well it won't work."
Fear gripped him when all the shaking did was make the boy bleed more. He didn't need to check to know the boy was dead. His eyes were wide open and unseeing. He was going to have to get rid of the body and take his family on the run. before he could even begin his body fell down and he found himself in a hall. He looked around and saw that his wife was there as well. "Pet what is going on?"
Petunia had a look of fear on her face. She didn't know either. One minute she had been making dinner and yelling at her husband not to get blood on the furniture and the next they were in the hall. "I don't know Vernon. It must be the boy. He did this."
There was no chance for a response from Vernon because a tall man dressed in black, pale and beautiful with long black hair appeared in front of them. He spoke in a smooth beautiful voice that sounded like singing "Vernon Dursley for the torture and murder of an innocent child you are sentenced to a life among orcs. They will feast on your flesh and your flesh will regrow for them to feast on again and again until the same amount of time that you tortured Harry James Potter is up."
Vernon was shaking at that and he stuttered "W..wwait. Who are you what is happening?"
The man sneered as he replied "I am Death and I do not like murderers of children, especially when that child is one of my chosen ones. You will pay for what you did to him and more."
He turned his attention to Petunia and said to her "You, you will live with your fellow humans in a world unlike your own so you can see exactly how it feels to be treated the way you treated your nephew."
Without waiting for a response from now wailing Petunia and Vernon Death opened a portal behind them and pushed them in. He stood in front of a viewing window and watched as Vernon stumbled in the marshes near Mordor. He looked terrified and kept shouting for help. Mandos sneered and muttered 'stupid human.' It was not long before the shouting attracted the attention of some orcs who were nearby. They were excited to find Vernon. Mandos could here them saying "Nice fat human, pleanty of flesh to eat."
Vernon screamed as they stabbed him and cut him up. One of them actually forewent the cutting and bit into the soft flesh. All that could be heard was the screaming of one Vernon Dursley but no one heard him, no one came to help him. He was stripped to the bare bones before long. The orcs however were shocked to find that their find was a true treasure. They watched as he screamed while his flesh grew back until he was the huge tub of lard he was before. They didn't waste time eating him again and again until they were full. Suffice it to say Vernon was now owned by the orcs.
Petunia opened her eyes to find herself lying on the hard ground. She sat up realising she had been left in the middle of nowhere. She felt fear grip her. Not wanting to linger in case she was found by wild animals she began to walk. Hours passed by and she saw not a single soul. Hunger and thirst were now her friends and a part of her thought about how she used to make Harry go for days without food. Did it hurt him this much?
Shaking herself out of those thoughts she was about to sit down to try and rest a bit when she saw a small house nearby. It was made of wood and was most likely just a single room. She made her way there and found herself staring at a hairy tall large man drunk to high heaven. He gave her a leering look before grabbing her and taking her inside despite her struggles. That was the beginning of Petunia's life. She would later be used to make money by the man who forced her to stay with him and she spent most of her time worked to the bone, starved and battered in a similar fashion to what she had done to Harry.
Mandos walked away from the viewing window once he was satisfied that they were exactly where he wanted them.
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Harry opened his eyes. He was in someone's arms wrapped in a blanket. The blanket was soft and warm and he didn't want to get out of it. The pain of his wounds was gone. What baffled him was how on earth he was being carried like a baby? He was fourteen nearly fifteen years old he could exactly be bundled up like a baby surely. He looked up to see a beautiful pale man with long black hair holding him. He frowned. was he in the arms of a giant?
The man smiled when he saw that he was awake and said "Hello little one. I see you are awake. You are supposed to be sleeping. I suppose it wont hurt if you are awake for this. Now do not be afraid alright. I know that you have not had the best start but now you can. I'm sending you to my kin. They will care for you and love you very much."
He kissed Harry's forehead and placed him inside somewhere hollow. Harry was too tired to say awake and fell asleep as soon as he was placed down.
The trees were whispering urgently. Haldir ran past the trees searching seeking for what they were whispering about. Something about a treasure, a treasure asleep and vulnerable alone. His brothers were close behind him searching as well. The trees had been whispering for a while now and he felt the strange feeling to find the treasure and protect it. He could not waste time, it needed to be found before something happened to it. How he knew he did not know. That was when he came to it. The tree that had whatever this treasure was.
Without any hesitation he climbed the tree until he reached the hollow hole halfway up. His eyes widened at what he saw. Inside the tree was a child. Now he wouldn't have been too shocked if it was just a normal baby asleep in there. The child could pass for a one year old and it was the points on his ears that had Haldir gaping like a fish. Elflings were so rare that as soon as one was born news spread fast so why was there no knowledge of this one?
He whispered to the trees "Where did the child came from?"
They answered "The valar, they brought the treasure. Must protect keep safe. That answer nearly had him falling from the tree. The name Mandos, Namo were repeated by the trees. Haldir carefully lifted the child out of the tree and carried him down. He looked at his brothers and showed them the child in his arms. "Where did he come from Haldir?" Oropher asked as he too gaped Haldir replied "The trees they say he came from Mandos."
He cradled the sleeping child to him and turned around to return where he came from making sure the precious bundle in his arms was warm and safe. His brothers went to alert the other elves of the situation and the importance of what they had found.