Harry Potter: Broken Beyond Repair

Chapter 1: The Way It Was and Always Will Be

Harry Potter was no ordinary boy of fifteen. He was far from it. Five years ago he'd learned he was a wizard who possessed magical abilities. He'd been attending Hogwarts ever since. A magical boarding school set against the beautiful Scottish landscape and overlooking the vast black lake. There he had two of the world's most loyal friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Hermione was exceptionally bright, top of the year and talented beyond her years. Ron was not bright, but his sense of humour and loyalty more than made up for it. He was also friends with Ron's twin brothers, Fred and George who were two years older and had left Hogwarts. And their younger sister, who was in the year below, Ginny. He got on with their parents, molly and Arthur weasley, who treated him like their son despite having six sons and one daughter of their own. They were his family, the only true family he'd ever known.

Harry had no real family of his own. His parents were long dead. James and Lily Potter, his parents had been killed by Lord Voldemort when he had come to kill him. They'd sacrificed themselves for him so he could live. It was still unknown exactly how he'd survived the killing curse Voldemort had used to kill them, as no spells, curses or jinxes rebounded or stopped it. It was because of this tragic night he was famous in the wizarding world. He was the 'Boy Who Lived'. Because of this he'd been sent to live, actually left on the doorstep, with his only living relatives, Petunia, Vernon and Dudley Dursley. And ever since he could remember he hated them, he despised them. And they in turn absolutely despised him. Vernon Dursley his uncle by marriage, hated him the most though. He had always given the verbal thrashings when he had been a child, always been the one to administer the punishments and always been the one to lock him up. Aunt Petunia had verbally abused him on occasions, mostly when they had guests coming and she wanted him to be nowhere in sight or when she wanted him to clean up after everyone else after dinner even when he hadn't been allowed to eat anything. Dudley, his cousin, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's son, was vile. He always had been. And he was dangerously overweight, he always had been that too. He enjoyed hurting him, especially when they had been younger though he wasn't quite so bad now as they didn't see much of each other.

But uncle Vernon's treatment of him was the worst. It was like living through a prison sentence in Alcatraz. When Harry had been younger he'd verbally abused him to the absolute extremes, often reducing him to tears, especially when he'd been very young. But it wasn't just the verbal abuse Uncle Vernon had used on him, occasionally it had been his hand and once his foot. He only hit him a few times but that didn't make it right, it had steadily increased as the years had slowly passed. Just like the neglect he had been subject to all his life, at their hands. They'd often starved him for days on the end, the longest being a week, only giving him two cups of water in that time which he had carefully savoured. They'd never really bought him clothes of his own, the only thing they'd ever bought for him had been school trousers because Aunt Petunia had caved because she could not adjust Dudley's anymore. Everything else he had ever worn had belonged to Dudley. At Christmas he'd remembered watching from his cupboard under the stairs, the place he had slept for ten years, as Dudley excitedly ripped open his presents, which took ages because there were always so many of them, feeling so left out and slightly jealous. Then once Dudley had, or sometimes while, opened his presents they'd made him cook for them but not let him actually have any of his own. Christmas lunch had been the same, the tiniest portions. But he'd never complained because if he did it would be verbal abuse and no food whatsoever. And they always forgot his birthday so he got nothing from them, while Dudley, on his birthdays got a shed load of presents. But again he'd never complained.

Uncle Vernon was of course oblivious of the effects it could have on him, such a young boy being whacked around, verbally abused and totally neglected. The scars and psychological problems it could lead to were numerous. But now Harry was fifteen years old, he wasn't that defenceless little boy anymore. He wasn't going to be pushed around, he had his own mind and he had bigger fish than uncle Vernon. He was determined. He'd sworn to himself somewhere during his fourth year that once he got back to the dursleys he wasn't going to be pushed around anymore, especially by uncle Vernon. He was going to really stand up to him and show him what he was made of, tough stuff. Uncle Vernon couldn't see that it would take so much to break him and that's why he didn't relent.

But things never turned out the way he planned or determined. Because just a few weeks into the holidays he'd ended up being attacked by dementors and hauled in from of the wizengamot on trial for illegally using magic (he was underage). And the result had been devastating for him, they'd found him guilty and subsequently expelled him. And uncle Vernon was been livid, with him. This was going to be the start of hell.

Arthur Weasley had just left. Harry stood in the hall at the foot of the steps watching the door close behind him. His eyes fell to the floor, he knew he was in for it. Uncle Vernon had already ordered him to lock his trunk in the cupboard under the stairs, which he had done. He looked up at Uncle Vernon, his face was full of rage. "WHY DID YOU DO IT BOY?" He exploded.

"I… I" he stammered "I did it to protect Dudley" well it was basically true.

"YOU DID IT SO YOU WOULD BE EXPELLED AND STAY HERE TO MAKE OUR LIVES TRUE HELL!" Roared Uncle Vernon

"Why would I do something that would get me expelled on purpose?" Harry asked genuinely, it wasn't even being sarcastic with this. He didn't have the energy for it or the wit right now, he was wallowing in despair having been expelled from Hogwarts. "I love Hogwarts, it's my home. I would never do something that would get me deliberately expelled"

"DON'T BE SMART WITH ME BOY!" uncle Vernon thundered

"I'm not" said Harry "Why would I want to stay here and be abused and neglected like I have been all my life?"

This was the wrong thing for him to have said because Uncle Vernon exploded with rage. The next thing Harry knew was that his left cheek was searing with pain. Uncle Vernon had slapped him. It wasn't the first time, but it really stung. Harry so wanted to retaliate and slap him back but then he would just get another so he said. "This is why I would never do anything that would deliberately get me expelled" he said simply.

"YOU ARE AN UNGRATEFUL SOD!" Roared Uncle Vernon before slapping him again. This time even harder.

"I'm not" Harry looked at the floor. All his life he'd been subjected to this, never complained and yet he was called ungrateful.

"DON'T BACKCHAT ME!" Roared uncle Vernon. He hit him again, this time hard enough to knock him to the ground. Then he leaned down and yanked him to his feet by the scruff of his shirt. Using this he dragged him upstairs while Harry did not protest knowing, horrifyingly and somewhat tragically, it would only make him worse. He dragged him inside his room and slung him to the floor. "Give me your wand" he ordered

"No" Harry refused. He wasn't giving this up, not now, not ever. It was one of the things he had to connect him with the wizarding world.

"Give it to me now!" he screeched

"No" Harry shook his head

"GIVE IT TO ME!" He roared. Harry refused again so Uncle Vernon launched at him not giving him enough time to get out of the way and pinned him to the floor. Pinning him down by exerting all his weight on him he wrestled the wand from Harry's jeans and held it in his hand. "You're not having this back as long as you're under my roof!" he raged. He pulled himself off Harry and stood at his full height glaring down at Harry. He was mad, madder than ever.

He stormed from the room pulling the door shut behind him and locking the door, using both locks. He was locked in. Frustrated he kicked the wardrobe before resting down on his bed and staring aimlessly at the floor. His life had changed, he was going to be in for hell with Uncle Vernon. How the hell was he going to do this?

The following afternoon Uncle Vernon put several more locks on the door, four meaning there were six locks on that door. So when uncle Vernon wanted to lock him away he would be sure he wouldn't be able to get out and escape. After he'd finished he locked him inside and told him he hadn't decided when he would be allowed to eat again or when he was going to let him out.

The days slid by slowly and survived on water that was pushed under the cat flap once a day, by surprisingly, Dudley. Finally after five days he was allowed out again but the portion they gave him was minuscule compared to his cousin. But once again he did not complain because he knew he would get a beating, he did not want another one and he didn't want to be locked up again.

However they insisted he stay in his room or out of the house altogether. He kept to this and out of their way altogether. The only time he saw them was at mealtimes. And when they made him do all the washing up and putting everything away. So far he'd kept on their good side and not given uncle Vernon reason to knock him around. But then it all changed.

Uncle Vernon's parents came to visit for the day. Uncle Vernon made it clear what he wanted from Harry. "My parents are coming to dinner and they are very high class people. They do not like scruff like you. You are to get in the shower and have a bloody good scrub boy and put your best clothes on. You are to brush your hair properly and make it look respectable and presentable. You are not to mention your school" he said those last words with such disgust in his voice "If you do you won't know what's hit you boy."

"Yes I will" harry said unwisely "You"

"Don't test me. I promise you it will make last time look like nothing. I will give you such a seeing to that you'll make you regret the day you were born I am clear boy?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon" replied Harry

"Now get upstairs and make yourself look half respectable." He spat. Harry didn't hesitate before heading upstairs and doing exactly what his uncle had told him to do. He had a long, hot shower and par his uncle's request gave himself a 'bloody good scrub'. Then he dressed in his best jeans and shirt. Then he picked up Dudley's brush from his room, as his was locked in his trunk unfortunately. And brushed his hair vigorously trying to get it to stay in place but it seemed to have a mind of its own as it kept bouncing back up. He tried to style it but gave up. He put the brush back where he had found it as Uncle Vernon's voice yelled up to him. "COME DOWN HERE BOY AND HELP YOUR AUNT"

He went straight downstairs. Uncle Vernon eyed him then spat "I told you to sort your hair out"

"I tried" he replied

"Well try so more" he hissed "Now I want you to set the table"

Harry obeyed and started setting the table. He placed mats, cutlery and glasses on the table which was covered by a pristine white tablecloth. "Be careful with those" snapped Aunt Petunia "Those are my best glasses"

"Yes Aunt Petunia" he replied carefully placing the glass on the table. He finished up and went back upstairs to try and tame his hair again. But once again failed miserably.

It wasn't too long before the doorbell rang. He heard voices then Uncle Vernon shouted up to him to come down and greet his parents. He did so. "Hello Mr and Mrs Dursley" he said politely

"Hello Harry" smiled Mrs Dursley. She was a very pleasant woman, she was actually quite fond of him. He remembered her ruffling his hair when he'd been little and her talking to him. "Looking well"

"And you" he nodded.

"Ah Harry" said Mr Dursley. He was just like uncle Vernon, he didn't like him much but nowhere near as much as his son. "You've grown boy" but this is where his pleasantness ended "Your hair is a right mess boy. You look like you've been dragged through a hedge backwards. Don't you ever brush it?"

"Yes Mr Dursley. It's just very untameable" replied Harry. He saw uncle Vernon's face twist with rage. So he stopped talking.

"Where's that grandson of ours?" asked Mrs Dursley

"In the living room" smiled Uncle Vernon. They went through and she smothered Dudley, who was far more interested in the TV, with kisses. This made Harry cringe. Uncle Vernon turned his head in his direction and glowered viciously at him. He was going to be in for it later.

Dinner went smoothly and par his Uncle's request he kept quiet and only spoke when he was spoken to, which was hardly ever. After dinner Uncle Vernon made him clear the table up, wash and put everything away. He stacked the plates up into groups of three and carried them over towards the counter. As he did Dudley came thundering into the kitchen and knocked into him. He lost his balance and the plates fell from his hands and smashed into tiny pieces on the floor. Uncle Vernon came into the kitchen red with fury. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE BOY?" He roared.

"It was an accident it was Dudley's fault for knocking into me" he replied

"LIES" Uncle Vernon spat. "CLEAN IT UP"

Harry obeyed and he left. He tided away the broken china and finished clearing up. Then once Mr and Mrs Dursley had left Uncle Vernon tore into him. "YOU RUINED OUR BEST CHINA!" He exploded

"I'm sorry" Harry apologised desperately "I didn't mean to"

But Uncle Vernon wasn't having any of it. He went for him again and slapped him as hard as he possibly could. But Harry didn't fall down. So he hit him again and again until finally he fell down. Once he was down Uncle Vernon kicked a couple of times as hard as he could, causing him a lot of pain. But nothing he hadn't felt before. Then he stopped kicking him and grabbed his hair and yanked him to his feet. "Come on boy!" he hissed "Stopped dragging your feet!"

"You're dragging me!" he retorted "Get off my hair!" he wrestled with him but he was too strong and tightened his grip on Harry's hair. He dragged him up the stairs stopping outside Harry's bedroom. He opened the door and pushed harry inside. Slightly disorientated Harry stumbled forward and smashed headfirst into the drawers before falling to the ground. He twisted over holding one of his hands to his forehead and looked up at his uncle. "You're insane" he said "Hasn't any ever told you that before?"

"Shut your mouth" the corpulent man hissed before slamming the door shut and locking the door. Locking harry in. He stared at the door for a few minutes holding his bleeding and aching forehead, trying to take in what had just happened. His uncle had launched a full attack on him for an accident that had half been caused by Dudley. Yet he knew Dudley wouldn't get hurt, he wouldn't lay a finger on him. He pulled himself to his feet and stumbled over to his bed. And collapsed on it. He could feel the blood trickling down his chin and dropping onto his shirt. But he didn't care. He lay awake unable to sleep because of the pain Uncle Vernon's beating had left him in.

By the next morning his bruises were in full bloom and the pain seemed to have doubled. It was agony. He desperately wanted to climb into a hot bath or shower and wash all of this blood away and relax, calm the aches in his body. But the door was still firmly locked and however much he yanked it and pushed on it, it didn't open. "Let me out!" he shouted banging on the door. "Let me out! You can't keep me locked up in here!"

Footsteps thundered up the stairs and headed in the direction of his bedroom. He flew back from the door and towards his bed. The door opened and uncle Vernon came in. "You are not going anywhere boy. You're staying in here until I say otherwise. Do I make myself clear?" harry blinked at him. He wasn't serious? Surely he wouldn't lock him up indefinitely? "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"No" harry replied unwisely.

"HOW DARE YOU BACKCHAT ME?" He roared. "YOU'RE STAYING IN HERE UNTIL I SAY OTHERWISE. DO I MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR BOY?"

"Yes" Harry nodded.

"Good" uncle Vernon hissed before storming from the room locking the door behind him and locking harry in once more. He stared at the locked door dreading his indefinite imprisonment in his room. He had no idea how long his uncle intended to keep him locked up in there and the idea of staying in there indefinitely made him burn with anger and yearn for freedom at the same time.

Sometime later a bucket came through the cat flap and voice hissed "You pee in this. You are not leaving at all"

"Evil" harry hissed back taking the bucket. "You can't do this"

"We can and we are" the voice replied, the cold, empty voice of aunt petunia.

"If my mum knew about this" harry seethed to her "If she knew what her own sister was doing to her son. She'd never forgive you"

"Don't talk about your mother" aunt petunia snapped and he heard footsteps heading away from his bedroom door. He twisted round and rested against the bedroom door and closed his eyes taking a deep breath. Harry sunk deep into his memories, some happy, some painful and some simply unbearable to even relive. He thought back to his childhood, growing up with the Dursleys; the unhappiest time of his life. He thought about Dudley the big fat bully and his nasty friends and all of the times they had made his life a misery. He'd never been able to escape Dudley's bullying and as a result he'd made his life a misery. Then he thought about uncle Vernon the cold man who'd hated from the moment he'd arrived. He thought about all the times he'd put him down and resulted to physical abuse. Tears started to form in Harry's eyes. He thought about his aunt, aunt petunia the distant, blank woman who'd seen him as an untidy disgrace to the family and her perfect home. He thought about how she'd never accepted him and never allowed him to talk about his mother, her own sister, with her. Tears started to roll silently down Harry's cheeks. Looking back it suddenly seemed incredibly unfair that she denied him the chance to even talk about his own mother as a child. Well both she and uncle Vernon had prohibited the mention of Harry's parents in the house ever since he could remember. He'd asked about them but they'd always told him not to talk about them and eventually he'd taken the hint and given up asking about them. He'd done it for a quiet life in the end. His mind drifted to Hogwarts and his friends he'd had there, his family. It was all gone now, fading into a memory and he felt like he would never get any of it back. He felt like his whole life had been a complete and utter wibbly-wobbly ball of rubbish. He wondered when it was ever going to get better.

The days started to pass and harry became more and more frustrated with being locked up and more lonely and desperate to escape. Jars of water, pushed through the cat flap, kept him going and the mouldy ridden stale bread. He'd had to force that down. But then again when you're starving you'd eat absolutely anything to survive, to keep yourself alive.

One night the Dursleys had visitors and harry wondered if he could get one of their attentions maybe they'd help him get out of his room. He listened to them conversing until finally someone came up the stairs and someone spoke. "Who needs that many locks on one door?"

Harry's ears opened wide and he moved towards the door. The footsteps on the other side moved closer too and the person spoke again. "Seriously they must have the crown jewels in there with that many locks on the door. Or a dangerous prisoner"

"Hey get the keys and get me out of here" harry said

"What the hell!" the voice shrieked "Who's in there? And why are there so many locks on your door?"

"It doesn't matter. Just find the keys to those locks and get me out of here" harry replied

"How long have you been in there?" he asked.

"I don't know a week or something" said harry "I need to get out of here. I stink and it stinks in here. It's making me ill!"

"Seriously why are you locked in there?" the boy asked "Did you kill someone?"

"What? No!" harry replied feeling frustrated "I broke some plates. This is my punishment ok. He hasn't let me leave since it happened. The keys are probably in their bedroom. Just find them and let me out of here!"

"Ok" the boy agreed. He moved away and returned a few minutes later. "I couldn't find the keys. Sorry"

"Screw" harry hissed before kicking the door "You should probably go downstairs and pretend this never happened"

"Why?" the boy asked.

"You just should. I'm not going to be the reason he murders you!" harry replied. The boy laughed thinking he was joking. But harry wasn't. Footsteps headed away from his bedroom and down the stairs. Harry rested against the door and banged his head on the door in frustration. He was never going to escape.