AN~ This is my first fanfiction that I've posted anywhere, so i hope everyone likes it! Of course, if you don't like it, then don't read it. I'll update it once, sometimes twice, a week. Hope everyone enjoys!
Disclaimer- Please note that I do not own any of these characters. They are owned by the wonderful J.K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing them when she's not looking. ;)
Warnings- There will be child abuse and mild language in this chapter. Poor Harry. But if you don't want to read it, then don't. Thanks for reading!
16 year old Harry Potter was having a horrible night. Not just any horrible night, but a horrible birthday. Of course, his relatives wouldn't be getting him any presents or cake or anything a "normal" boy like Dudley would be getting on their birthdays. Harry never got any of this because, according to his relatives, he was not normal. He was a freak. It wasn't Harry's fault that he was magical, or "freakish" as his relatives put it. It wasn't his fault his Hogwarts letter had come on his eleventh birthday. It wasn't his fault that he grew up being able to do things that were simply not normal. Every night, Harry dreamed and hoped and wished that he could just not be magical. The Dursleys hated him because of it. "Hate" might not even be a strong enough word. They despised him. Loathed him. wished he didn't exist. But, obviously, Harry did exist. And the Dursleys tried to make every moment he spent in their perfect home a horrible one. Especially on July 31st. Harry's birthday was his least favorite day of the year, no doubt about it. "Freak!" Harry heard the shout of his uncle and knew what was coming. There was nowhere to hide now.
"Get out here you unworthy piece of filth!" Vernon screamed at him. There was no escape from what was coming. Harry tried as hard as he could to just disappear. He wished so much that he was back at Hogwarts. He was having a miserable enough summer as is, with Sirius gone and all.
Harry weakly stood up, ignoring the pain in his arm... and the rest of his body. He was barely recognizable compared to the confident, happy teenager he was at Hogwarts. Now he was weak, bloody, and scrawny. Nobody cared about him here. Here, he was a slave to worship them at their feet, a punching bag for them to take their anger out upon.
"Hurry up you little shit" Petunia called out to him. Groaning, Harry dragged himself out into the family room, where The Dursleys waited for him. "Hullo Harry" Dudley said in an unnervingly cheerful voice. "Aren't you just sooo excited for your birthday present? I know dad and I are. I've been waiting for this ever since you tried to steal my food when i wasn't looking stupid Freak."
"I can't believe you. Trying to steal from us after we took you with loving arms into our own home? Well I'm sure we'll fix this little problem right up. We can teach you a lesson to NEVER steal from us again." Harry was trying to hold in his tears, looking at the ground. There was no escape now.
"Come here Freak." Vernon said with a menacing look about him. Harry stayed glued to the spot, not even bothering to look up. No matter if he followed their instructions, no matter if he obeyed them, there was no escape.
"Come. Here. NOW." Roared Vernon. Harry rushed over to his side, not bothering anymore to stop the tears from falling. It didn't matter if was weak now. "Repeat after me Boy. 'I am an ungrateful, worthless freak who steals from the people who cared enough to take me in. I am unworthy of even living." Harry couldn't help himself. He tried so hard to stop the words from escaping his lips, but there was no point. He was so angry, and the anger had been bubbling up inside of him since before he could even remember.
"Yeah, you are." What Harry did not realize then was that those three words that he had said with such loathing and anger were the words that would change his life forever. Vernon's face went redder than the whole Weasley clan's hair put together. His eyes went from bitterness to pure murder.
"YOU, BOY, ARE THE MOST UNGRATEFUL LITTLE FREAK I HAVE EVER LAID MY EYES UPON. I REGRET EVER TOUCHING YOUR MISERABLE WEAK FREAKY BODY WHEN I FOUND YOU ON MY DOORSTEP. I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU YEARS AGO." What Vernon said was actually less hurtful than Harry had expected. He should have known what was going to come next. Vernon walked up to Harry slowly.
"Nobody cares about you Boy." And Vernon had punched him in the gut before he could comprehend what had been said. Everything was turning fuzzy and white. HE couldn't see or hear or think. Harry slipped out of consciousness then. Luckily for him, he couldn't feel the beating or the pain Vernon would inflict on him. He wouldn't feel it for a long time.
There is no escape.
AN~ I know, This is a short chapter, Sorry! I'll try to update every day, but as the plot starts to unfold and the story really gets moving I'll priobably be down to once or twice a week, maybe less. Thanks for reading and pretty please review!