I do not own Harry Potter, obviously, otherwise I probably would not be writing FANfiction. Though I suppose you can be your own greatest fan... but yeah, not the case right here.
This story features HEAVY abuse, some that is sexual. It also features a very emotionally, well, insecure, Harry Potter. He will be going off to Hogwarts, so the gory chapters should break away fairly soon, but if that-or self harm, triggers you or makes you uncomfortable- Do not read. Please, do yourself a favor and skip over this.
This is my first story, so yeah...
"FREAK!"
A roar thundered through the hall, catching a young, scrawny, and scraggly boy, entirely by surprise. His hair was matted with filth, the only thing dirtier on him were the threadbare and torn clothes that he was currently swimming in. With speed that one would not imaging possible for one so young and frail looking, the boy rushed off towards the sound.
But he knew better than to speak. Even though he had been addressed directly, he knew that it did not matter- if he spoke, he would be reminded of what he already knew deep down, that he was worthless.
Trembling, the boy looked down at his socked feet. Dudley's socks. He knew that Dudley had made sure to rip as many holes in them as possible before he had given them to the less fortunate-but ever so grateful for them- boy. Really, he was very thankful to have gotten those socks. His aunt Petunia always chased him away with her broom when she saw him defiling her house with his sweaty bare freakish feet, and the one time when he had decided it might be a good idea to wear his trainers... well he still bore those marks that constantly reminded him of his carelessness.
So he had been so grateful to have finally recieved the socks. He had of course, had to do some special punishments to earn them, but it had been so worth it, getting to take a small step away from the edge of his fear. Now, the first thought that ran through his head was, 'please. I want my socks. Let me please keep my socks.'
He needed to feel like something was important at times like this, otherwise he knew...he might just melt away. He didn't like it when that happened.
"So, it decided to finally arrive, did it" The man before him huffed menacingly, "It knows that It is not to keep me waiting. Well, I suppose I will just have to add this to Its tally. It is not having a good day is it?".
Here, all that coud be heard was the sounds of silence, and of the mans heavy breathing- for the boy, he said nothing.
"Oh, and even after It is warned of Its impertanence, the stupid thing continues to disobey me. Does it know what It has done? It had better, for if it has to guess... well then It's secrets will be out! Won't they? It had better guess correctly." It was at this point that the man roughly seized the boys chin, yanking his head upwards to meet his dangerous gaze.
The boy gulped. He knew he was done for. He did not know! He had no idea! He never had any idea. If he guessed, if he guessed incorrectly, he knew it would be bad. If he stayed silent... he knew it would be worse. The boy knew he had only one option, one terrifying option, he had to confess his ignorance.
"Sir, Freak sorry sir. Freak not know. Freak fail 'gain. Bad, Freak, Bad!" The boy stuttered this out in a childish panic, words falling atop one another in his effort to express his remorse for whatever awful thing he was sure that he had done. "Freak get cane? Freak go get toolbox? Freak sorry. Freak so sorry. Freak so bad. Freak deserve pain, much pain. Hard pain, so Freak hurted as much as he hurted good Sir." With this, the boy started clawing frantically at his arms, drawing small droplets of blood which were hardly noticeable under all of the still open wounds, bruises, and scars new and old, covering every spot big enough to bear a freckle.
"Oh Freak, always one to learn just a bit too late. Well, I am afriad that this time it is going to have to be 'a trip'. If only you could just be good."
With this, the man grabbed the boy by his overly grown hair, carried him forwards, and then threw him down the staircase in front of him.
When he heard the wail sound below him, the man allowed himself the briefest grin, and then followed to meet and regreet his victim.
