Dark or Light?

Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine everything else belongs to J.K Rowling

Summary: Harry learns to only trust himself. A/N: Warning Child abuse in this chapter if it offends you please don't read this story.

My name as you know is Harry James Potter and you might think you know my story, but you don't. My story begins the same but there are some slight differences

to the tale that's been told. Sure I lived with my only 'family' the Dursleys and there was always a mutual hatred between us but what you don't know is how I

embraced that hatred because it meant something, it meant that I was more than a 'freak' it meant that I too was a human being. This is my true story and I'll

leave it up to you to decide if I was too dark or light…

"BOY!" Uncle Vernon roared as I tried to mow the lawn.

"Y-yes, U-uncle Vernon?" I stuttered shaking and cursing myself silently for letting him know he scared me.

"Why isn't the lawn done yet?" He sneered at me.

"I-I'm t-trying t-to U-uncle Vernon. I-I c-can't r-reach t-the b-bars o-of t-the m-mower y-yet." I stuttered out.

"You useless freak, trying to laze about! Come here boy, and I'll teach you not to waste my time." He growled. I stuttered for his 'teaching' was normally his belt on

my back for 'disobedience' or 'freakiness' but if I refused it was ten times worse then if I didn't so I walked over to him with my head bowed. He sneered at me once

I reached him and took ahold of my arm and half-dragged me into the house where he quickly took me up the stairs and pushed me into Dudley's second bedroom

where all my 'punishments' were carried out and took off his belt.

"You know the drill boy." He said. Sadly I did. I took off my shirt and made my way to the window and closed the drapes then I stood against the wall with my arms

bracing me on it.

"I think fifteen lashes should be enough to teach you some discipline." He told me. I winced at the number but otherwise made no other complaint.

"ONE!" he called out.

"TWO!"

"THREE!"…. and on it went before finally he called out "FIFTEEN!" by that time my back was a bloody mess and I was barley standing.

"Now clean yourself up boy and make us dinner and it better not burn." He told me.

I mentally sighed before I stuttered out "Y-yes, U-uncle Vernon." He nodded then left the room. I finally allowed myself to lean against the wall before I pushed

myself off and made my way into the bathroom for a quick shower. After I was done I redressed and headed downstairs to start dinner for my relatives. As I

entered the kitchen my Aunt sneered at me and pointed to the stove. I nodded and got to work using a step stool to see over the counter.

That was my typical day at my relatives before I went to the local school. If I thought school would be any different I was soon proven wrong and I learned that you

can't trust anyone but yourself…

"Mr. Potter, I'm concerned about all of your bruises on you." The school nurse told me.

"I get into tussles with my cousin all the time Madam." I replied.

"Yes, well some of these are not from 'tussles' Mr. Potter, I think I'll have a word with your relatives." She said.

I just nodded. The next day she was gone, and was replaced by a young guy who made me nervous so if I got hurt enough in gym to get sent to the nurses office I

would just head to the library instead. Once he caught me and brought me into his office and started touching me, I freaked out and ran to the headmaster's office

and told him what the nurse did. The headmaster assured me that it would never happen again and that the nurse would be fired. The next day I was called into

the headmaster's office and he told me that he was disappointed in me for telling such lies about the nurse and that if I continued lying that I'd be put on

suspension for it. So I quickly learned to keep my mouth shut and to avoid the nurse as much as possible. I also learned that you can't trust an adults word and to

be wary around them for you never know if their going to hurt you.

The years flew by and then I was eleven, and you all know what happens with my letters but my meeting with Hagrid was a bit different and so was Diagon ally.

But I'll get more into that in the next chapter.

A/N: So what do you think? Good? Bad? So-so? Review and let me know! - Charmedlily