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Prolouge:
As Harry lay awake on his bed, relief surged up and down his body as he glanced at his calendar that was atop on his drawer one last time.
Circled in red was the date of Harry's return to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He grimaced in pain as his new bruise right above his left eye stung. As he lay there, he remembered everything as if someone just played a video right in his face.
Flashback
"Boy, come here!" Uncle Vernon's voice boomed out through the house of number 4 Privet Drive.
"Coming Uncle Vernon," Harry grumbled.
He limped down towards the stairs just as his cousin's door flew open and his pig liked face poked out the door.
His grin widened as he continued staring at Harry's beat up body move like a ragged doll being dragged. He steped up behind him, and deliberately pushed him all the way down the stairs.
Dudley's howls of laughter carried Harry all the way down, and he landed with his face on the floor, breaking his already broken nose twice.
Blood squirted out, and he tried to stay up, but failed.
"Hey mom, Harry just made your rug dirtier but I adding filt in it," Dudley howled. "Yo Pot-head, go take out the trash!"
"Boy, cook us breakfast!" Uncle Vernon roared from the living room.
"Boy, go water the garden," Aunt Petunia's voice rang out in the air.
Harry finally stood on his ground, and walked shakily towards Dudley, who gave him the trash. But as he neared him, his porkey face cousin dropped it on purpose on the floor, spilling out hundreds of disgusting smelly stuffs.
As Harry staggered to get the fallen filth, Dudley accidentally fell off his balance from a half-eaten banana and fell off the floor, causing th whole house to shake.
Harry turned his laugh into a cough, but Dudley took the message and beat him up into a pulp.
Ten minutes later, he walked towards the kitchen to cook breakfast.
As he neared Uncle Vernon, who was reading the newspaper, He suddenly looked up at his beatin nephew and sniffed.
"What the Bloody hell are you doing? Trying to stink the whole house? It's as if you hadn't took a bath in years!" Uncle Vernon retorted.
"Go help your aunt with her bloody garden!"
So Harry went out the backyard, but as he neared her, Aunt Petunia doubled back in horror.
"Get out of my backyard! You're killing my flowers you stinking peice of toothpick!"Aunt Petunia shrieked."You're ruining them! Out! Out! OUUUUTTTT!!!!!!!!"
Everyone got in a bad mood, and whenever they're that way, they beagn beating Harry.
What's left of the seventeen year old boy dragged itself towards his room, shut the door, collapsed in his bed, put the pillow on his face and gave out a muffled scream.
End of Flashback
Harry counted the hours on when he was finally treading foot on the train that will lead him to heaven.
He didn't care if he was spending a months detention with Professor Snape for not doing his homework. He didn't care if he was gonna see pointy faced Draco Malfoy.
He didn't care as long as he can finally get out of the horror that's now been clouding him.
It was like he was trapped in a house with monsters that will eat you alive if you stop running.
Finally, sleep dawned on him, and without taking off his glasses, seventeen year old Harry Potter fell asleep.
Prolouge:
As Harry lay awake on his bed, relief surged up and down his body as he glanced at his calendar that was atop on his drawer one last time.
Circled in red was the date of Harry's return to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He grimaced in pain as his new bruise right above his left eye stung. As he lay there, he remembered everything as if someone just played a video right in his face.
Flashback
"Boy, come here!" Uncle Vernon's voice boomed out through the house of number 4 Privet Drive.
"Coming Uncle Vernon," Harry grumbled.
He limped down towards the stairs just as his cousin's door flew open and his pig liked face poked out the door.
His grin widened as he continued staring at Harry's beat up body move like a ragged doll being dragged. He steped up behind him, and deliberately pushed him all the way down the stairs.
Dudley's howls of laughter carried Harry all the way down, and he landed with his face on the floor, breaking his already broken nose twice.
Blood squirted out, and he tried to stay up, but failed.
"Hey mom, Harry just made your rug dirtier but I adding filt in it," Dudley howled. "Yo Pot-head, go take out the trash!"
"Boy, cook us breakfast!" Uncle Vernon roared from the living room.
"Boy, go water the garden," Aunt Petunia's voice rang out in the air.
Harry finally stood on his ground, and walked shakily towards Dudley, who gave him the trash. But as he neared him, his porkey face cousin dropped it on purpose on the floor, spilling out hundreds of disgusting smelly stuffs.
As Harry staggered to get the fallen filth, Dudley accidentally fell off his balance from a half-eaten banana and fell off the floor, causing th whole house to shake.
Harry turned his laugh into a cough, but Dudley took the message and beat him up into a pulp.
Ten minutes later, he walked towards the kitchen to cook breakfast.
As he neared Uncle Vernon, who was reading the newspaper, He suddenly looked up at his beatin nephew and sniffed.
"What the Bloody hell are you doing? Trying to stink the whole house? It's as if you hadn't took a bath in years!" Uncle Vernon retorted.
"Go help your aunt with her bloody garden!"
So Harry went out the backyard, but as he neared her, Aunt Petunia doubled back in horror.
"Get out of my backyard! You're killing my flowers you stinking peice of toothpick!"Aunt Petunia shrieked."You're ruining them! Out! Out! OUUUUTTTT!!!!!!!!"
Everyone got in a bad mood, and whenever they're that way, they beagn beating Harry.
What's left of the seventeen year old boy dragged itself towards his room, shut the door, collapsed in his bed, put the pillow on his face and gave out a muffled scream.
End of Flashback
Harry counted the hours on when he was finally treading foot on the train that will lead him to heaven.
He didn't care if he was spending a months detention with Professor Snape for not doing his homework. He didn't care if he was gonna see pointy faced Draco Malfoy.
He didn't care as long as he can finally get out of the horror that's now been clouding him.
It was like he was trapped in a house with monsters that will eat you alive if you stop running.
Finally, sleep dawned on him, and without taking off his glasses, seventeen year old Harry Potter fell asleep.