Unraveled Fates
Chapter 1- Revealing the torture
"YOU FREAK, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? THE SAUSAGES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE DARK BROWN NOT WITH BLACK SPOTS" shrieked Aunt Petunia while stabbing a fork in the 4 year old boy's hand.
This black haired, scrawny small boy bit his tounge to keep from screaming. He could not see what was wrong with the sausages they were a golden brown right now and still needed to cook for a few minutes to become dark brown. Then something happened that he did not understand right as he was wishing that the sausages would be perfect today and suddenly the sausages turned the perfect shade of brown and whats more the number of sausages in the pan increased twice the amount.
"Wow" he said, still looking amazed at the pot.
"What do you mean 'wow' boy, and WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE SAUSAGES" she said looking at the pan, her eyes widened and started pointing to the pan
"VERNON, Vernon he's done it again!" as her hhusband came lumbering through the kitchen
"BOY, BOY COME HERE RIGHT NOW"
"what did I do?" he whispered, shaking the blood from his fork wound dripping down his broken and scabbed left arm.
"DONE'T TALK BACK TO ME, BOY. YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHHAT YOU DID!" he said
"oh no, please done't. I- I w-w-on-n't do it again" but he knew it was no use to plead to his uncle and he cowered to the floor as his uncle took his belt out.
"HAH, IF WE LISTEN TO FREAKS LIKE YOU, WE WOULD HAVE NO DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US" she laughed
The 4 year- old lay writhing on the floor as his uncle started beating him over and over again, he then dragged and kicked the boy down the hall and into his cupboard and locked it.
" BOY I AM STILL NOT DONE YET AND NO FOOD FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK IF YOU ARE GOOD" he shouted from the other side of the door.
The boy silently let tears fall down his face. He was used to the beatings his uncle gave him and he was starved to much to think that starvation was a punishment. The only way he knew what his name was Harry Potter was from seeing his school records,
"Not that it mattered anyway" he thought "not even the teachers call me by my name".
He tied most of his bleeding wounds with his only other set of clothes. He wished that somebody would come and take him away or somebody would look at him as someone more than a freak. As he was a child he thought that if he wished a lot of times his wish would come true. Wiping his tears he noticed how he had nightmares in his sleep as well as when he was awake. He never could understand his dreams of screams and green light. And he did not understand how people across the world were writing pages of fanmail to him because of the light. And he did not understand how right as he fell asleep a bushy haired little girl woke up from a nightmare about a fat man beating a small raven haired boy.
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