AN 3/17/2017: Edited in new lines and fixed hopefully all grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of it's works. Everything in this goes to the respected owners.
Harry knew nothing today was going to end well for him. He just knew it. It all started earlier that week. Dudley had wanted to go on a trip for his birthday. He said he didn't want to go to any lame zoo but that he wanted to go camping. The rest of the Dursley family, his uncle Vernon was more pleased to go then his aunt Petunia, she hated the idea of all that dirt. Although for her darling Dudley she would be happy to go camping with her lovely soon to be 11 year old son. Harry knew they wouldn't be able to find someone to take him as Miss Figg had a broken leg so she couldn't take care of him.
He had seen the looks the Durley's shot him as he was forced to make breakfast for them yet again. Since the moment he was tall enough to see over the counter he was made to take on work no normal child would have ever been forced to do. Of course though he was no normal kid, oh no the Durley's made sure to let him know that. Until he went to primary school at five, he hadn't even known his name wasn't freak but it was in fact Harry Potter. He knew the Durley's hated him. How could he not notice the hate that was always thrown at him for as long as he could remember. He hated it, he wished he could fight back but.. The beatings and fear they instilled into him saw that he did nothing. Harry was still just a boy, hardly ten and he longed for real love and care. He'd seen how all the other parents treated their kids, he saw how much love and care Dudley got. Harry got nothing, he was almost violently hated and Dudley did so enjoy his harry hunting.
Harry was smart enough to know he could leave and try to run away but he knew as well it wouldn't work, he is too scared to leave. All the adults around him treated him either with ignorance or dislike because they believed his aunt Petunia over him. She spread rumors about him being a delinquent as often as she could when she couldn't say the word freak. He did nothing to show he was those things but apparently her word was worth more then enough for the neighborhood to believe.
Harry shook his head as his thoughts wandered away from how he got into this situation in the first place. His parents died, supposedly killed when they'd been stupid enough to drive drunk. Harry wasn't sure how much he could believe that but it wasn't as though he had anything else to believe. He was left as a baby in the Durley's care. No one else wanted him.
The Durley's were packed up and seeing as they had no one to pass Harry off to they had no choice but to take him with them. Vernon found a wonderful camp site with lovely wooden cabins and rented one for them (and a small tent for Harry) before they got into Vernon's car and drove out to the large forested camp site near Little Whinging. It was beautiful to Harry. He had never seen such large trees before in his life. He was even willing to say the sight of the breathtaking trees and colorful plants was worth siting next to Dudley and getting hit and bullied by him the whole trip. The forest was different from anything he had ever seen, the little park Dudley chased him to and from didn't compare to this place, and it calmed him down from the nervousness he felt coming on this trip. He was always nervous and frightened with his 'family' around but the forest helped to lessen that for him. It brought him a sense of calm and.. Something else he couldn't quite explain.
Harry carried some of their luggage with Vernon into their nice log cabin and set it all down. Harry was then pushed out of the cabin before he could even look around by his uncle Vernon. "Your tent is out there boy. You'll have to make it yourself." Harry nodded and Vernon smiled before he turned and called out to Dudley and Petunia. "Dudley come on my boy! It's late, let's have some dinner with your beautiful mother at the dinning hall down by the lake!" Harry listened only for a moment more before they went to go down and get food. Harry knew he'd be getting none of it since his aunt Petunia had already given him his lunch earlier. They fed him some what well, nothing as good as Dudley's but food is food as Harry has had to learn from a young age.
Harry wished things weren't like this. He hated this, he hated how he was their slave in everything. He hated that he couldn't leave and find a safe place, a home. Why was he here? His parents couldn't have been that bad right? With what the Durley's told him the answer was that they didn't care, dead or alive he was stuck here with the Durley's even if he didn't want to be. If this was how his family treated him how would the rest of the world treat him? He wondered that so often and he just wished he could be safe and.. and loved. Was that really too much to ask for?
"Why is my life like this.. I'm hit and hurt and no one cares." Harry mumbled to himself not noticing anyone was listening as he opened the box with the tent inside it. "Why are the Durley's allowed to get away with hurting me? How is any of that fair. I'm only ten and I've been treated like I am their slave. A worthless freakish slave." Harry knelt on the ground staring at the box and the pieces of tent. Harry never noticed the man in a black suit watching him from the treeline of the forest or how his head violently twitched while he listened to Harry.
Harry never noticed at all while he sat staring at the box as he wondered why his life had to be this way until he shook his head, trying and failing to shake the thoughts away. He looked around the camp site, watching the other people around, watching the families play together before they all went to the dinning hall for dinner. He wished he had a real family. He began moving again and Harry took out the parts of the tent and found the booklet on how to put them together. At least this was in English so he could put it together easily enough. It took Harry a good hour to put his tent together and he smiled. At least he had his own little space for now, it is better then his cupboard even if he had to sleep outside. By the time Harry had finished his tent it was dusk and quickly nearing night.
He froze up though when he then heard a loud scream. Harry looked over at the dinning hall. That scream sounded bad, very bad. Harry was frozen in fear as even more screaming started as he remained kneeling down on the ground. The screams were awful and Harry felt dread worse then anything he has ever felt before. Seeing how Vernon threatened to beat him daily and often did. Harry was used to dread and fear but this is worse then anything he has ever felt. All thoughts of how horrible his life were forgotten as one by one the screams began to stop.
Harry forced himself to get up and stand as he bit his lip. He looked around trying to see if there were any adults around but he saw none. Harry wanted to run away but he couldn't, if something bad was happening then running off into the woods was stupid cause whatever was there could easily follow him there. Harry decided to check and see if everyone was ok. Maybe Dudley just pulled some kind of bad prank and managed to get everyone screaming as a joke. Harry hadn't heard any laughter though, not even Dudley's, and while Harry was a good bit away from the Dinning Hall he would have heard any laughter for sure. He didn't hear it though, he heard the screams and now everything was deathly silent. All the sounds in the forest were gone and he couldn't hear anything but a light wind rushing through the trees. Harry was filled with dread and fear but he had to move and make sure it was all just a joke even though he was painfully reminded of those horror movies Dudley forced Harry to watch.
Harry breathed though the lump in his throat and he stepped around the tent box before he started to walk cautiously towards the dining hall. He looked only forward on the little path before one by one lights began to pop. Harry looked around in fear trying to understand what was happening before he began to run to the dinning hall as he caught sight of some kind of shadow. It didn't look friendly and Harry knew he needed to stay in the light. He managed to get to the dinning hall before all the lights popped and left Harry in the pitch black darkness. Harry didn't see the shadowy creature in the darkness again but if he had he would have seen that disappointed look as Harry quickly went inside the dinning hall.
As Harry got inside the first thing he noticed the awful metallic smell. Harry almost gagged from how strong the smell was but he frowned at the wet sound his steps made. It was dark in the dinning hall as the lights were dim or broken. It was almost worse than outside but at least there was some light. Harry's frown deepened as he reached down to feel what was on the floor. He brought his now wet hand to one of the lights that was still sort of working. Harry inhaled sharply and stared at the sight of red blood on his hand before he had the realization of just what he was walking on.
Blood, and a lot of it. Harry tried to keep calm as he looked around. He knew he was seeing blood in the darkness but the blood had to come from somewhere right? Harry wondered why he even wanted to know. Harry finally broke out of his frozen state and managed to walk further into the dining hall and to where the tables were. All the lights in the dining room were working, if a bit shakily, and that only made the sight of the room all that much worse.
All the blood Harry had known was on the floor, was all over the walls too. Blood was dripping down the walls as if they had been splashed across them but there were still no bodies to be seen.
Why was there so much blood but no bodies. There had to be bodies. Harry jumped as he suddenly heard a whimper. He turned around and saw his uncle Vernon on the floor a few feet away. Whimpering and sobbing in what was clearly agony, seeing as he only had one arm. A tall, very tall, man stood in front of Vernon and his pure white hands had blood dripping down them. The man's hands reached to his knees and he seemed to be dressed in a black suit. Harry knew for a fact the man hadn't been there a second ago, he blinked and then he had been in front of Vernon with the tall man's back to Harry. The man looked bald, he had no hair but his head was just as white as his hands and Harry couldn't see his face as he seemed to be staring down at his uncle. He looked as white as a piece of chalk but Harry knew that wasn't possible, no one had skin that white except in cartoons.
The chalk white man reached down and grabbed Vernon by his fat neck lifting him up effortlessly while Vernon sobbed louder begging not to be killed. Vernon never had a chance as the tall man lifted him to his head and... bit down. Harry heard a sickening crunch as Vernon's body went limp and that was before the man, no, thing swallowed Vernon whole. Harry was horrified as well as frozen in shock but in the small dark corners of his mind he felt bad for the it, it would likely get sick off eating Vernon's fat flesh. Harry felt a bit dizzy and sick but that only worsened when the thing turned to face Harry within another blink. Harry looked up at it and saw no blood, his suit was clean with not a single drop of blood even though it had just swallowed a whale of a man whole. The thing wore a black suit with a white shirt and a blood red tie. Harry looked at it's face only to find it had none. No eyes, no mouth, no nose even. Harry wished in that moment he could flee, running was the only option he had if it tries to eat him but he was frozen stiff. His body refused to move or run and all he could do was pant quickly.
Harry felt even more ill and suddenly the world felt like it was spinning now. Harry noticed the world getting darker and darker but he couldn't stop it as he felt too sick and off to do anything. Harry passed out from his sudden sickness almost falling onto the blood covered floor but he was caught before he could hit the ground. The slender man caught Harry before he hit the floor and lifted the boy into his arms. The creature cradled Harry in his arms before it moved out of what remained of the dinning hall, another creature trailing behind him.
