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Chapter 1
Pain. So much. Why me, why does it have to be me.
Crawling to the corner of the room was hard but I guess I'm used to it by now. I don't have any potions to take because HE takes everything from me. When I'm here for summer vacations. It's the same thing. He checks me for anything that I may have on my person, then throws me into Dudley's second room and locks the door. The only reason I'm not in the cupboard is because that's where he keeps my things locked up. Hedwig stays away now, I don't know where but I guess she does fine, and I get to see her when I get to go to the Weasley's. Sometimes I would wonder what it would be like to have a family that actually loves me and not a life that's so demanding but my hope for that is lost. My birthday already past two days ago for my sixteen and still no word from my friends, no word from Dumbledore, or even Voldemort. I'm all alone stuck with a physical abusive Uncle, an Aunt that loves to sneer at me whenever she sees me and a cousin that well... I don't know, I'm always hurt too bad to come out and heaven forbid the neighbors see anything abnormal.
Holding my cracked arm to me I willed the magic to start to heal me but I still can't feel it. From Hogwarts till now I haven't been able to use my magic to keep myself healed, I can't help but wonder why. All the other summers I've been able to heal myself, granted it wasn't this bad but I always took care of myself. I feel so lost without it. When I heard a commotion from down stairs. At hearing the words "Freaks" "Out of my house" "BOY!" I wanted to hide. I wanted to duck and cover. Cry my eyes out but I knew if I wasn't in a place where he could walk in and see me it would be worse. Once I stayed in the corner and he hurt me a whole lot more and when he was done he said next time he looked for me I was to be in the middle of the floor waiting for him.
I hear another set of yells but it seems like there's two people this time but I still can't make out what they're saying, I guess the kick to the head made me more disoriented than I thought. One more shout of "Freaks the lot of you" and it was all quiet. I strained my ears to try and hear HIM coming up the stairs but I don't hear his huge footfalls but I do hear the locks on the door unlocking of their own accord it seems. That could only mean wizards. Good or bad I don't know all I know is that Dumbledore didn't send me a letter telling me anyone was going to pick me up so I panicked. I scooted as fast as I could to get under the bed, to scared to face whatever it was, and the door opens just seconds later.
Black boots is all I see as they walk into the room and then go to the wardrobe, my leg hurts something awful and I let out a small whimper as I hear the wardrobe doors close. The pair of boots don't move for a bit then go all over the bedroom floor stopping here and there then stop right in front of the bed.
My breathing has picked up and I feel so dizzy that my head is spinning. I see a head and only one word goes through my mind, Snape. For some reason I can't bring myself to care that someone was finally there for me. As my pain starts to end I feel like I'm floating as I hear Snape's yells to move the bed so he can get to me but I'm confused. If I'm floating how come there's a bed on top of me, maybe I misheard because of the cotton water in my ears. The waters now over my eyes and nose and mouth and I fell myself slowly sinking in a forever black whole and all I can think about is that I may have some peace.
I may never have to see my Uncle again, and that brought a smile to my face.