I don't know why, nut I'm better at writing angst stories, and I just thought of this one so...
I do not own Harry Potter
1988
"Where's mummy now Potter?" Dudley taunted as he and his friend moved in closer to the small boy bracing against the brick wall of the school playground.
"Dead, isn't that right? She left you."
Anger now replaced the fear in the boy's eyes, why did they aim for his parents? He had always wondered why that was, but now he realized.
Bullies insulted his parents because they thought he cared for his parents, which he did- he use to anyways.
After years and years of Dudley saying his parents didn't love him, Harry finally realized it was true!
His parents didn't care for him, no one did.
So…why should he care about them? They abandoned him.
Harry looked up slowly, the gang backed up slightly at the look in his eyes.
"Why should I care? You all are sick. Don't have anything better to do with your pathetic lives?"
"Words can't hurt me!" One of the smarter ones snapped.
"I wish you all felt what I felt." Harry muttered glaring.
Suddenly the four were pushed backwards into the other wall.
'Words can't hurt me.' Rang inside Harry's head.
A slow evil smirk made its way onto Harry's face, "I beg to differ with that." He hissed, slowly straightening and walking out of the ally, ignoring the groans and shifting from the gang.