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Take a Stand
Salty tears stain my face, but I do not attempt to push them away. The tears will come no matter how hard I try to keep them at bay. I know that if Vernon sees me crying, he will not be happy but I cannot contain my anger. How could he do this? That boy, no matter how abnormal, did not deserve anything like this. He has been a burden for the past few years, I'll admit but what Vernon did was uncalled for. Vernon is at work and harry is in his bedroom, silently crying I know. Earlier this week, Vernon came home drunk. I wasn't too worried, until he disappeared up to Harry's room. After half an hour I was unable to contain my curiosity.
I went up there and the door was closed. I knew something was seriously wrong, for whenever Vernon usually physically abused Harry, he left the door open, not caring who saw the way he treated his nephew. I stood outside the door, listening in. I could hear Harry's muffled screams and Vernon growling at the boy to be quiet. I was scared by now. I didn't want to open the door but at the same time I knew that I could not simply walk away and leave Harry when he was so obviously in trouble. Lily would never forgive me for it. I opened the door as quietly as possible and I was absolutely shocked at the horrible sight that met my eyes.
My husband lay, still drunk, on top of my poor seventeen year old nephew. Harry was crying and trying to get away buy Vernon held him firmly in place. He looked up and spotted me. He began to scream at me to get out and for a moment I stood, motionless, unable to believe what I was seeing. He continued screaming and I finally left, tears stinging in my eyes. He came down later and demanded his dinner, I obliged as any housewife would do but the image of what my husband had done stayed in my head. My mind kept going over the scene I had witnessed, analyzing every detail, over and over until the image was tarnished.
The crimson red of Vernon's face, the tears streaming down my nephew's face, the blood pouring from his tightened skin. My heart aches for that poor man, no longer is he a little boy. He has faced many horrors in his life but this would be enough to destroy anyone. I lift myself from the double bed and subconsciously walk through to his bedroom. I knock gently but there is no reply. I walk in without further knocking and see Harry lying on the bed. I know he wants to be left alone but I cannot trust him not to take his own life. He is a man, he matured a long time ago but lying on the bed he looks so fragile, so broken.
I sit down and place my hand on his shoulder. He does not look at me but I didn't expect him to. He is breathing calmly but I know he has been crying from the red shadows gathering around those beautiful emerald eyes. "Do you want me to get you some dinner, Harry?" I offer kindly. He takes a moment to respond but when he does he nods. I ask him what he would like, if only to make conversation. Harry needs someone in his life who can be there for him and I wish to be that person, no matter how long it takes for him to trust me. I know it's too late though. My nephew is already a broken man and that will outlive anything I have to offer. I should have taken a stand earlier.
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