Chapter 1: The Dursleys
Young Harry Potter sat in his cupboard under the stairs, and cradled his broken arm gently to his bruised chest. He winced as the rough material of his shirt rubbed against the purple welts and re-opened scars on his bony back. He drew in a raspy breath, and slowly let it out, the oxygen burning the inside of his lungs. He was quiet as he sobbed in pain. He knew all too well what the penalty for making noise was
'I don't understand. What am I doing wrong still? Why don't they love me?' Harry had wished with all his heart that one day somebody would come for him, and love him as their own child, but he had long since given up on that dream. The Dursleys had made sure of that. They had been sure to never even hint to the other neighbors of Privet Drive to the existence of a second child in their care. Nobody was coming for him. Ever
Harry hadn't eaten in almost four days. The little sips of water they allowed him hourly barely filled the hole in his stomach.
Harry's latest punishment had been the result of him quietly requesting a piece of bread from his aunt. Needless to say, he had been refused
"What are you doing?" a furious voice cut through the air. Harry froze in terror. He hung his head and hunched his shoulders, bearing his neck in a submissive stance.
"We feed you and clothe you and this is how you repay us?! BY STEALING OUR FOOD? HOW DARE YOU?" Petunia screeched, her shrill voice becoming higher and louder with every word.
I'm j...just so...o hungry" Harry stuttered, trying to explain
"HOW DARE YOU BOY? JUST LIKE YOUR FREAKY, WORTHLESS PARENTS. They got what they deserved. As soon as Vernon gets home you will get yours too." Petunia smirked viciously at this, and an evil glint in her eyes.
Petunia lifted her hand and brought it down harshly on Harry's dirt marred check. The fragile child stood unflinchingly still, as he had painstakingly been taught to do during beatings. Petunia lunged at the boy, and grabbed his wrist in an iron grip, that would definitely be leaving bruises
Tears coursed down the childs' cheeks, his face was clenched in pain. A discoloured bruise had already begun forming his angelic face
She dragged him unmercifully towards the stove and pulled the childs hand down over the burner and held it there for what felt like hours, but only seconds, making sure it would scar beautifully, ignoring her nephews anguished screams of pain.
"P...Please. P...P...please a...Aunt Pet… Petunia," Harry cried in pain, but his pleas were ignored
Once she was sure Harry would be sporting evidence of the burn for days, Petunia let go of her nephews wrist, and threw him into the hall
"Get into your cupboard boy, and when He gets home, I assure you, your uncle will deal with you properly." She hissed
Harry crawled to the back of his cupboard, and curled into a ball. He was terrified. Harry knew that uncle Vernon's punishment would make aunt Petunias seem like love pats. The door to the cupboard slammed shut, and the vent was closed. Harry trembled in anticipation of what was coming. His breathing sped up and he could feel the air grow thin.
A/N: so there is the first chapter. Sorry it took so long.