"Stupid piece of trash," Vernon Dursley spat. "You have gone too far, boy! I will not tolerate it any more! Your filthy kind should not exist on this planet!" Each spoken word was uttered with contempt to the body of his nephew beneath him, blood flowing from open wounds and cuts. A slight groan is his only answer.
"We should never have taken you in! We gave you FOOD, SHELTER, A PLACE! All that could have gone to our SON! And how do you repay us? By throwing it back in our faces! You sicken me, and now, Now we get rid of you."
Vernon Dursley dragged his nephew's body to the car, stuffing him into the trunk. He did not think of what would happen, only of the humiliation that this freak had caused.
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As he pulled up to the old-looking building, he dragged the body out of the trunk, laying him with a strange gentleness - a gentleness that had never been directed at Harry before - on the front steps of the building. He looked around carefully. Seeing no one there, he returned to his car, leaving a seven-year-old Harry to his fate.