A/N: I haven't had any time to write anything lately. I've been caught up in a ton of school work. I started this story and I'm not sure it's any good…it's probably isn't considering that it's 10:00 at night and I have no beta. Please excuse any mistakes!
WARNINGS: abuse, language… you have been warned
Disclaimer: I don't own anything familiar!
Now onto the story!
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Harry groaned as he came to. Looking around he realized that his hands were tied to the ceiling and his backside was bare. He heard a whizzing sound near his head and heard, then felt the sharp slap as the belt was brought down hard on his rear end. He gave a sharp cry, more out of shock than pain.
"This one is for getting a better grade than Dudley! This one is for being a freak! This one is for existing!" Vernon shouted bringing down the belt again and again on the little seven year old. "Are you gonna start crying now? Freak! You're nothing but a weakling and a coward, unlike my Duddykins! You're nothing but a piece of shit! Now do as you're told and make us dinner!" With that said Vernon gave one more blow before releasing the battered and bleeding boy. "Now, Freak, repeat after me: I am nothing but a freak. I was born as a freak, I live as a freak, and I will die as a freak. No one will miss me when I'm dead."
"I am nothing but a freak. I was born as a freak, I live as a freak, and I will die as a freak. No one will miss me when I'm dead," Harry spoke in a robotic voice, as if he were brain washed into saying this every day. Wiping away his tears, the little boy ran towards the kitchen to fix dinner.
"Hey, Freak, I'm hungry! Make me a chocolate cake!" Dudley said as he sat at the table. Vernon walked down the stairs and gave a look to Harry that said, "do it or else…"
Harry rushed to get all the ingredients to make the cake. As he got the eggs out of the fridge, one fell out of the bowl and made a mess on the floor. Before anyone had time to react, Petunia started to clean up the mess.
"Don't worry Vernon, it was a mistake," she told her husband, watching him turn from red to purple.
Out of the whole family, Petunia was the only one who worried about Harry. She tried to stand up for him when she could, but she was too afraid of Vernon. She thought of when Vernon started treating Harry badly. It was just over a year ago when he was fired from his job. He came home one night and was drunk. Harry greeted him at the door, but instead of the warm welcoming hug he was used to getting, he got a punch in the face. Dudley, not really understanding everything completely, followed his dad's footsteps and turned against his cousin. Deciding that she couldn't stand to watch her nephew get beat up again, she decided to contact the magical world to see if they could find somebody to take Harry in. Remembering the old squib down the street, she decided to see if the cat lady would contact Dumbledore.
Knocking on Ms. Figg's door, Petunia wrung her hands nervously. The door opened and a woman peered around the corner. Petunia gave a warm smile to reassure the squib that she came in peace.
"Hello, Ms. Figg. I am aware that you happen to still be connected to the magical world, although you, yourself, have no magic. Is that correct?" when the old lady gave a polite nod she continued. "Do you happen to have a way for me to be able to contact the headmaster of that magical school…Hogmarts or something?"
"It's Hogwarts, and yes. You can use the floo. Simply throw some of that green power into the fire place and shout "Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office."
Following her directions, Petunia was soon speaking with Dumbledore. "Hello sir. I have bad news. My family is unable to care for Harry anymore, is there anyone, anyone at all, who is willing to take the boy in? I'm begging you, Albus, on Harry's life."
"Hmmm… I do have one candidate… would you hold on a second please? Let me ask him, he's in my office as we speak." The headmaster stood up from the fireplace and looked towards the man in the claw-footed chair. "Severus?"
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed it.