This is the first time I've ever written a story. Didn't exactly plan for it but I just felt the need to write something depressing. If you don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Harry Potter.
He opened his eyes with a certain difficulty. It was almost too painful for him to face anything outside his perfect little world. It was all in his head. It never disappeared when he was in the company of others.
Harry got off his bed, it was actually more of an old squished mattress on the floor, and went to sit in his desk. He lived in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in London. There, in a depressing gray setting seemingly made of ruins, was a block of flats. One of those flats was Harry Potter's home.
He rarely ever left the house. Most of the time he would lay on his bed, cover himself with all the blankets he owned and went back to his imaginary little world. Not leaving home very often, food was sparse. He went to the market once a week only buying a box of cereal, milk and perhaps another little thing that kept his attention for more that two seconds, or sparked a sudden distant memory that made him recall the past years.
Those few times he joined the rest of the world, far away from magic, a feeling of being watched came over him. Not just being watched but judged and laughed at. Believing he was too ugly to walk these streets among others. He deserved the cold, the loneliness, the empty. He had marks carved all over his body. He took way too much space. He was a waste of space. Not enough qualifications, that's what they said. He was too stupid, too useless to hold a job.
Tightening his threadbare jacket around him he tried to disappear.
"Everything is okay. Everything is okay. Everything is okay." repeating this was a habit for Harry. It helped his mind travel back when he was at school. They had so much fun together! Harry, Ron and Hermione. Now they left him. It wasn't their fault! He was just too weak, too unworthy, a nothing. It was about time everyone would realize his true self.
Three years ago everyone started losing faith in him. It moved slowly, first messages from the media slandering his name on a daily basis, then Dumbledore began to search for a new savior. His friends slowly losing interest in him just stopped inviting him over.
The abuse never ceased. It was so hard in the beginning. He would stay in his room listening for his uncles heavy footsteps echoing around the house. He would barge in the room, and scream. His words are all a blur now. He would take his belt off and say " turn around boy! You deserve even worse! Man up, you little fag…!" It took one month for Harry to realize he did deserve everything he got.
It's all so much better now. No one can bring harm here. His body skeletal, too weak to get off the bed, he laid there for hours and hours. "We're going to hang out all together today. It's going to be amazing , isn't it guys? I really feel today is going to be a marvelous day. Talking too much again, aren't I? That's okay….I feel like mum and dad are around here today. We should stop by and see them, that's alright with you?"
