tearfulsoul: this is my first fanfic so try to enjoy.
Summary: Harry's family dies in a sudden fire that destroys their house and Harry's sent to live in an orphanage. But the trouble starts when he arrives and the orphanage has already been burnt to the ground. Can he figure out who's doing this before it's too late?
WARNING: SUICIDAL THEMES AND CHILD ABUSE!
Chapter 1 - Life at home
Life is a very strange thing. No - one is quite sure how it started and neither are they sure how it is going to end. I guess that is a good thing for most people (bunch of weirdoes they are), people who want to live. Some people live just for power, some people live for pleasure, and some live for pain but others, others live just to die. The week eventually kill themselves, the strong live in agony as they slowly die on the inside, but others who live to die, live just for revenge.
Harry was currently sitting on the ground in the smallest room at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging in Surrey, holding a dagger in his hand. The dagger, which had been a gift from his best friend, Harry was running lightly over his pale, scarred wrist. Checking the clock he reasoned that all the Dursley's must be sleeping - it wouldn't have been fun if one of them walked in on him - he carefully applied pressure. Harry sighed in satisfaction as blood ran down from his wrist to his elbow and silently dripped onto the wooden floor. After repeating the action a good few times he gingerly wrapped his wounds with some torn pieces of cloth. Getting up he looked around to make sure there was no evidence left of what he had just done, if the Dursley's found out his uncle just might fulfil his wish of not living anymore. Sighing, Harry climbed into bed clutching his arm and against his will cried himself to sleep.
"How was school today Dudley?" Vernon Dursley asked at dinner the next day.
"Okay," here he paused to smirk at Harry, who was silently begging Dudley not to. "We got our report cards today."
"Really now did you?" Vernon beamed. "Let me hear grades."
"Well, I got 2 C's; an F and the rest were D's."
"Not to bad." He turned to glare at Harry. "What about you boy?" he said menacingly.
Harry shifted nervously in his seat; glancing at his Aunt Petunia he noticed her giving him a sympathetic look. Knowing what was going to happen next she rose out of her seat and quickly started cleaning up.
"Well boy out with it!" Vernon shouted.
Holding his head down Harry whispered. "I got 2 B's and the rest C's."
"WHAT! How dare you get more than your cousin?"
Vernon took Harry by the arm and dragged him into the hallway. Here he started beating Harry. First he punched Harry in the stomach and as Harry doubled over he delivered a well-placed punch to Harry's head. Harry flew back into a wall and hit his head with a sickening crack and slid down the wall leaving a trail of blood, as Vernon saw that he became angrier. Looking at Harry who was lying on the ground with a pool of his own blood forming around him. Sneering at the boy lying on the ground he delivered one last kick before walking off.
tearfulsoul: i know its short but that's all I have for now. And for those of you who've read it already I just want to say that I'm trying to make to better and longer. Oh, and guys the more reviews I get the more not lazy I'll try to be and the more I'll try to update quickly.