This is set before Cos. In my story Harry has a younger sister who is a year bellow him in Hogwarts named Alexandra, but called Alex. So she hasn't gone to Hogwarts or met the Weasleys or anything yet. Warning: Child abuse!
Don't own. JK Rowling does: )
Red.
Everywhere.
On the wall. On himself. Pooling around him. Even a few streaks coloring the ceiling.
How did that get there?
Harry Potter was confused. He couldn't remember anything, and he couldn't find his glasses. He reached up to scratch his nose, and pain quickly flooded his whole body. It took every fiber of his being not to scream, and even then he still let out a pitiful whimper of pain.
Memories raided Harry's mind like pirates, attacking all of his senses and making him dizzy. Uncle Vernon with his enraged purple face, with his mad wide eyes. His sister with her large hazel eyes full of fear, sadness, and anger. Pain. Horrible, excruciating pain that fills every atom of Harry's body.
While Harry was trapped in the horrible world of memories and pain he didn't hear the quiet, worried, whisper of his sister.
"Harry… Harry… Harry… Harry…" Alex continued from her place chained to the bed. Yes, her wrist was handcuffed to the bed. She wouldn't dare try any louder, for fear of her uncle coming back.
Finally, Harry noticed the persistent whisper and he slowly and painfully turned his head to his sister.
"Alex?" he asked hoarsely.
"Oh Harry!" she said quietly and tried to reach for his hand. Harry extended his arm about as far as he could. Alex's hand was about 5 centimeters short. Alex couldn't hold it in any longer, she burst into quiet sobs.
Pulling her knees to her chest and putting her head in her hands she let the tears flow like rivers down her face.
"Allie!" Harry said, alarmed. Then he realized what he must look like, he shivered to think of what he would do if his sister looked like that.
"Allie… I'm fine! Really, just a few scrapes and bruises," he said with a lopsided half-smile, Alex could easily see through his lies. Harry was in a lot of pain, and probably dying. The thought of her brother dying made Alex want to crawl under a rock and never come out. Her brother was her only family, her only friend, her life. She could not live without her Harry.
"Allie-" he was about to say something very serious, but he paused and his face whitened as an extreme wave of pain made his eyes bulge, then he passes out cold on the floor.
"Harry!" Alex said as loud as she dared. Trying again to reach some part of him, to touch him, just to make sure he wasn't an illusion or already dead. She still couldn't reach and she just laid down on the floor and passes out from pure exhaustion.
She didn't see the headlights outside of her window an hour later.