Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. The world is probably glad for this.
J. k. Rowling owns Harry potter. I am making no money off this.
Okay this is my second fic and it was written at 3 in the morning. Be nice.
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A nine year old boy sat alone in the cramped space of the cupboard under the stairs. The only light came through a small crack in the door which was frequently how mice escaped the sharp eyes of his Aunt. The cupboard was a refuge for the mice but not for him. He couldn't escape through the crack in the door. He was locked in from the outside. Left in the dark. Condensation from the pipes drips...drips...drips. Hours pass in total darkness and the child curls further into itself trying to wrap the pitiful excuse for a blanket around itself.
The sound of a floorboard creaking on the upstairs landing makes him tense. Creaking continued as someone walked down the stairs. Mice in the cupboard scuttled into the corner to hid behind an old boot. The child frantically looked for somewhere to hide like he did every time this happened. There was no where. Nothing large enough to hide him. He envied the mice which would go unnoticed. The creaking stopped and for a few seconds the silence was deafening.
The boy stared at the tiny source of light that came through the crack in the door. Watched as a shadow intercepted the light and listened to the sound of the lock being undone. The hinges of the door didn't squeak as they opened so the boy was startled when he found himself already staring his uncle in the face. The man's eyes gleamed as he looked upon the shivering form of his nephew.
"Come out little mouse...the cat wants to 'play'"
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Okay, I could leave the story here or I could continue. But if I continued it would probably become a slash fic where Vernon will die a very slow and painful death. I'm open on who to pair Harry with. Please tell me what I should do with this because I don't know what to do with it. I don't even know if it's good enough to continue.
Review!!!
J. k. Rowling owns Harry potter. I am making no money off this.
Okay this is my second fic and it was written at 3 in the morning. Be nice.
***
A nine year old boy sat alone in the cramped space of the cupboard under the stairs. The only light came through a small crack in the door which was frequently how mice escaped the sharp eyes of his Aunt. The cupboard was a refuge for the mice but not for him. He couldn't escape through the crack in the door. He was locked in from the outside. Left in the dark. Condensation from the pipes drips...drips...drips. Hours pass in total darkness and the child curls further into itself trying to wrap the pitiful excuse for a blanket around itself.
The sound of a floorboard creaking on the upstairs landing makes him tense. Creaking continued as someone walked down the stairs. Mice in the cupboard scuttled into the corner to hid behind an old boot. The child frantically looked for somewhere to hide like he did every time this happened. There was no where. Nothing large enough to hide him. He envied the mice which would go unnoticed. The creaking stopped and for a few seconds the silence was deafening.
The boy stared at the tiny source of light that came through the crack in the door. Watched as a shadow intercepted the light and listened to the sound of the lock being undone. The hinges of the door didn't squeak as they opened so the boy was startled when he found himself already staring his uncle in the face. The man's eyes gleamed as he looked upon the shivering form of his nephew.
"Come out little mouse...the cat wants to 'play'"
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Okay, I could leave the story here or I could continue. But if I continued it would probably become a slash fic where Vernon will die a very slow and painful death. I'm open on who to pair Harry with. Please tell me what I should do with this because I don't know what to do with it. I don't even know if it's good enough to continue.
Review!!!
