I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did then I could get the new IBook, Don't sue me.
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Harry winced as his Uncle's beefy fist crashed into his plexus. Ever since he had come back from Hogwarts His life had been going into a pit of pain and Darkness. Or maybe it had been spiraling downward since he was born. What ever it was Harry had decided to create another life. He would fake a death at the Dursley's. Get rid of all his identifying marks. His lightning bolt scar, the scar from the Basilisk, his many scars and burns from Voldemort. His jet black hair, his emerald green eye's. Every thing must go. he thought to himself, it made him chuckle inwardly. He had been brewing a potion in the basement. It was called Elixir Of Death' it would randomly change the color of your eye's, get rid of all your scars after a three month period were you were as good as dead. The only one he had told was voldemort. He could still remember Voldemort's reaction when he had told him.
What, how do you think your going to brew this potion without the ministry knowing. he asked, eying Harry spuriously. And what do I get for not killing you now, getting my death eaters to dig you up. And then wait for years? Well what do I get? he had said.
A fight from an equally powerful Dark wizard. Possibly stronger. What is Little Voldie scared? Harry had said mockingly, this had definitely hit home.
Fine, How long will it be till this potion is done? Voldemort had asked.
I'll be taking it tonight. Have your Death Eaters dig me up exactly three months from now, and I mean to the minuet! Have them leave my body at the ruins of the potter house. he had said. Oh, and don't tell any one about me just tell your death eaters that you want to descries my memory. Oh and Snape has been a spy for Dumbledore all along. he had added maliciously.
Uncle Vernon brought him out of his chain of thought. Wake up boy and get what you deserve. he yelled. His businesses profits had gone lower than the pits of hell, and had been quick to take his anger out on Harry. Vernon had now decided that even the cupboard was to good for Harry. Now he slept on a very thin rug in the basement, and that he only got thanks to the fact that vernon would take out his anger on some one else. Get down to your palace. After one last punch. he yelled as he kicked Harry below the waist, and then punched him in the plexus again.
You, won't have me to kick around after tonight, so you give me one good blow to the head. Harry said. Uncle Vernon took this advice and kicked him in the head so hard that Harry lost conciseness. Uncle Vernon then kicked Harry to the basement Door and down the steps. Then he returned to the living room were Petunia and Dudley were sitting.
That freak said the weirdest. He said that I wouldn't have him kick around after tonight. Bet he's hoping that he'll die. he said laughing, but Petunia had a worried expression on her face.
Dudley on the other hand. Well I hope he dose. He always ruins things for me.