A Stowaway at Hogwarts By Ohage
Prolog...
I dashed into the alley between Privit drive and Wallsterior lane looking for a place to hide. I was getting too tired but they were still too dangerously close. I startled a black cat and it ran away from me by jumping over one fence then squeezing between the pickets in the next. Like a shot it was gone. I envied that cat. I was no cat. I am Harry Potter or the 'Freak' as my cousin and tormentor Duddly called me. Outrunning Duddly was no problem because he was big, fat and slow. But when he got all of his gang together to go 'Harry Hunting' that is when he would catch me and 'have some fun' with me. I was behind the house of Mrs. Figg. She was the crazy cat lady that would look after me when my Uncle and Aunt would go out. I climbed her fence and hid in the bushes.
"Dudd, I saw him go in this yard!" Yelled one of Duddly's minions.
"Good! We got him now!" Duddly yelled with glee in his voice.
In a panic I scrambled to my feet and ran for the gate that led to Mrs. Figg's front garden. Only to have Pierce, one of Duddly's freinds, open it from the other side right before I got to it. The others had scrambled over the fence and were closing in on me from all sides. I was caught. I had only one chance so I ran at Pierce and threw a punch at him hoping to knock him away from the gate so I could get through it. But he was bigger and stronger than me and just pushed me to the ground. Next thing I know I was being kicked and punched. I curled up in a ball trying to save my vital bits from too much damage. I was getting the shit beat out of me. It wasn't the first time and probibly wouldn't be the last.
"What are you boys doing there!" Mrs. Figg Screamed from her back door.
"Oh Shit..."
"Let's get out of here..."
"Go.. Go..."
The hitting stopped and the gang ran out the gate. I had to get out of there too. I couldn't let Mrs. Figg tell my Uncle about this. That would be very bad. I started to get up and crawl tward the gate but I was hurt too bad. I fell back on my stomach. Mrs. Figg was at my side by then.
"Oh my god. What have they done to you." She asked lamely. What was she, stupid.
"Harry? Is that you?" She asked.
I passed out.
I woke up in the hospital. I hurt all over. But that was nothing new. Aunt Petunna was sitting in a chair next to my bed. She was reading a magazine. On the other side of the bed sat a Bobby. "So you're awake." The Bobby said. "Do you think you're up to answering some questions?" I nodded. "Do you know who did this to you?"
"No. Sir. I'd never seen them before."
"Could you describe them to me."
"They were some boys... I don't know average looking guys... I never seen them before..." As I said this I looked at my Aunt. She looked releaved.
"Are you sure. It wasn't your Cousin Duddly?" Asked the Cop. Mrs. Figg must have identified him.
"No. My cousin wasn't there. He would of helped me..." I lied. The Bobby was buying it. "Can I go back to sleep?"
"Sure thing kid." He said as he walked off with my Aunt.
The next day. I was being let out of the hospital. I had a concussion and lots of bruses. I had had worse. My Aunt and Uncle didn't say anything the whole way home. But I could tell something was up. Maybe it was the way Uncle Vernon's face was turning an odd color red every time he looked at me in the mirror. I thought about running when he stopped outside the house but I still hurt too much and anyway Petunia had grabbed me as if she knew what I was thinking. They both took my hands and led me into the house. I was hoping they would send me to my Cubbord. Anything but the basement. As soon as we were in the house. "We're going to the basement." Vernon said. Then he hit me in the stomach. I fell to my knees in pain. Vernon picked me up and carried me down the stairs. Threw me on the ground and kicked me. "I'll be back after Dinner to punish you for almost getting us in trouble. Until then you can sit here and think about how lucky you are that we took you in. And feed you. And cloth you. You ungreatful good for nothing Freak." He went back up and locked the door.
I had to find a way out of here. Last time I was in the basement. I think I almost died. He locked me down here and would come down and beat me several times a day. They had to keep me out of school for a month. Until I healed up again. There was a window way up at the ceiling of the basement but it was vey small and had bars on it. Still I had to try. I climbed some shelve that were next to the window and somehow I was able to reach the window. But it was no good I was too big to fit though. I opened the window anyway. I stuck my arm out through the bars. At least my arm was free. I climbed back down. Looking for a place to hide. There was none. Why did no one like me. Why was my life so...
I heard someone undoing the lock at the top of the stairs. I closed my eyes and wished I was someone else. I remembered the black cat I saw earlier that day. It was lucky. It would be able to fit through the window. It would be able to escape. I had to try again I climbed up the shelves again got to the top and jumped out the window. Then I ran as fast and as far as I could away from there.
- Meanwhile -
A bushy haired girl was left alone again on a Saturday. Her parents were working. Her friends were nonexistent. So she grabbed a book from the shelf curled up on the window seat with it to read another day away. But it was no good. She kept thinking about how she had no friends. How she was always picked on and bullied. Shunned and mocked. As much as she loved to read, today she just wants to cry. So she did...