Word count:272
Author:This is very short but i decided to upload it anyway.I've got it for a while in my computer.
Prologue
Dark. Blood. So blood. Darkness embraces the room. The smallest room in 4 privet drive.
Hand prints of blood on the walls. The little room is full of blood, old and new. A form could be seen on the bed – if you could call it that- that wasn't under the seethes. The form was a boy, very thin that looked 12 or 13 but was in reality 15 years was covered in bruises- still bleeding, blood was sleeping to the floorboards- and old scars. There were words craved to that could be seen on the boy motionless form – oh the boy was awake, just not moving – the words 'worthless' and 'freak' craved on his back, while 'whore' was craved on the boy's stomach -and back- along with 'useless'.
The boy's name was Harry Potter. He lay awake looking at the room ignoring the pain on all of his body. Mainly his 'lower' entrance where he was raped by his whale of an uncle.
Haunted, dead-looking emerald eyes looked around the room –blood old and new everywhere- pain everywhere too- exasperation – pain – nobody would come-Who would come for little Harry after all? The boy trough angrily Nobody cares .With that trough he let himself be swallowed by darkness, giving in to the pain and as a last trough Finnaly, I will know no more the boy blacked out.
He didn'thear a few minutes later a POP and a 20-year-old version of Lord Voldemort with scarlet eyes apparating and breaking the wards, nor said person's gasp of surprise, all he saw was darkness and Harry Potter knew no more…