Hi this is my fic. I know it won't be to good but i am trying my best. Any review is received with open arms and a big thank you to my frind for reading over this. Some stuff may of been missed, so sorry in advanced.
Harry awoke with a start looking around his small room trying to calm himself down. After a few minutes had passed, his pounding heart slowed to a normal pace and his breathing evened out. It was the same dream, the dream he had night after night. A flash of green, a women screaming, and a baby crying. But tonight there had been more, a man in black. His face seemed twisted. He was laughing as the women fell to the floor dead. His eyes gleaming with childlike glee as he pointed a stick at the baby. The same stick flashed green and that's when he awoke. Shaking his head, Harry was ready for the day. It was Dudley's birthday. The one day of the year he hated more than Christmas. But then again, only good boys got presents and he was far from a good boy, no, he was a freak only meant to serve the worth before they kicked him like the filth he was. Harry sighed, and looked to the door of his room, it was more than he deserved really. A small cupboard with a shelf filled to the brim with books. A small smile played across his face as he looked at the books. They had be Dudley's, but after he had thrown them at Harry, he had been allowed to keep them. Suddenly a bright light brought Harry out of his musing to reveal the chubby, red face of his uncle Vernon.
"Boy get up, I want my Dudley's birthday to be perfect. I am not letting you ruin it for him. Now get to the kitchen and make breakfast and remember not to burn anything!" Vernon's face turning to a worrying shade of purple as he yelled at Harry. Jumping up fast, Harry made his way to the kitchen. As he hurried around the kitchen his uncle came in, his beady eyes trained on Harry's thin form.
"Remember, Boy, Dudley loves pancakes! Even you can't mess that up, and if you dare to try you will be locked up for a week!"
With the threat of being locked up ringing in Harry's head and the beady eyes of his uncle watching his every move, he moved around the kitchen gathering all the things needed, while mixing the batter Petunia entered the kitchen. Her skeleton-like form slinked over to see how he was doing. Giving a sound of annoyance she yanked the bowl from his hands, "You stupid boy! That's not right, you have added to much milk, they're to runny. This won't do! Go put on some bacon! I will try to fix this mess! Stupid boy!" Petunia's yelling seemed to have woken up Dudley who lumbered into the kitchen, his fat body making the floor groan under his weight.
"Oh Dudley did mummy's yell wake you? I'm sorry, here, let me get you a drink"
"Love don't over work yourself, that freak needs to earn his stay! A drink for the birthday boy is the least he can do" chipped in Vernon.
Harry, getting the hint, moved swiftly, making Dudley his coffee. However, when he was pouring the boiling water, Dudley nudged his arm, spilling the water over his hand and some on his trousers. Yelping in pain, Harry put the kettle down and shook his hand.
"Come on, Freak! I want my drink! Stop doing weird stuff and get on with it! Was not even that hot," commented Dudley
Chuckling, Vernon added, "And while you're at it, Boy, make me one too! Chop, chop! We have not got all day! Dudley wants to open his gifts today."
Groaning in pain, Harry poured the drinks, the sting in his hand more of a throb by now, but all the same hurt. He was thankful for it though, it was what he deserved. He was being used, that was what he was meant for. To be used like a plaything before he was chucked away for the next person to use as they saw fit. A small bud of happiness welled in his chest, he was needed in some way! The pain in his hand now forgotten and with a new spirit, he made the rest of the breakfast. When it was done and nothing burned, he made his way back to his cupboard. He would not get to eat, no, he had taken too long to make everything.
Hearing the joy filled laughter emitting from the living room Harry opened a book he was reading. In the dim light it made his eyes hurt slightly but he did not care. The book meant more to him than anything in the world. He had read it more times than he cared to remember. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens, he loved the book more than anything in the world. He may not have earned the book but well he would earn it somehow! Suddenly, the door to his cupboard was opened, the light momentarily blinding him.
"Boy get dressed we're leaving soon!" His uncle shoved a pile of cloths at him.
They were too big for his thin frame but to Harry it did not matter. After his uncle closed the door Harry put on the clothes, the worn fabric rubbed his skin harshly with every movement. But he did not care. The skin on his hand was protesting at the movement. After changing in to his clothes he open the door, Dudley was playing with his new toys but he seemed to be already getting bored with them. One was already broken. A toy car with a wheel missing. That was the way with Dudley. Toys, at most, lasted two months. But that was okay, Dudley was normal, he deserved things. Harry in some ways envied Dudley but, well, he should not. Harry was thankful for what he had. Heck, he should not complain, when he was let out strange things happened. Once, when Dudley had been chasing him with his friends, he had found himself in a tree. Out of know where he was in a tree. And not a small tree the top of a tall oak tree. However, just when panic set in, his feet had met hard earth. Dudley nowhere in sight. Harry shook his head. His uncle was coming down the stairs giving Harry a look. When he got to harry he grabbed the front of his top, "Now you listen here, Boy, if one weird thing happens and, I mean one, you will get a slap with my belt, if two weird things happen not only will you get a slap you will get no food or a week. And well if three happen then, well, I won't say!" Vernon gave Harry a sharp slap to the face to enforce the message.
Getting in the car Harry looked out the window watching as the world passed by, Dudley occasionally kicking his leg. It did not bother Harry; he loved the view of the countryside whizzing by. When they arrived at the zoo Dudley began to whine, he wanted some sweets. His uncle promised him them once they got in. Harry was just lost in his own world. Only walking along on auto. Once they were in the zoo, Harry came out of his world, seeing all the animals he had only read about was all most overwhelming to him. But he had to restrain himself; this was Dudley's day, not his. He would never have a day and he was okay with that. Wandering around with Dudley and his aunt and uncle was amazing! Dudley was eating sweets and not really looking at the animals. His uncle stopped now and then to watch the animals. When they got to reptile house, Harry's ears were deafened by the noise there seemed to be more noise then there were people. Dudley ran over to one snake, looking at the sign it was a Boa Constrictor. It was a lovely looking snake. Dudley was yelling at it, trying to get the snake to move. It lifted its head hissed once before it lay down again. Dudley huffed before he ran over to another snake. Harry leaned on the railings looking at the snake. In some way it was like him alone. Did the snake like that? Being alone?
"Hey, I wonder what it's like being in there all the time… is it fun? I bet it is! Meals when you need them are nice." wondered Harry out loud only to himself.
Really, when the snake seemed to talk back he nearly fainted, "It'sss not, I misss being free. Grasss under my ssscalesss."
"You're talking to me! Am I mad?"
"You not mad, I missss talking to people it'sssss been ssso long."
Before Harry could reply Dudley had seen the snake rearing so he could hiss at Harry, shoving Harry to the side Dudley began gazing wonderingly at the snake.
Hitting the floor hard, Harry glared at the glass wishing something would happen, even though he knew he should not. However without warning the glass disappeared and Dudley let out a small scream as he fell forwards in to the snake cage. Dudley sat up face sheet white. The snake looked at him before slithering free. The snake stopped at Harry rearing up so it was eye to eye with him, "Thank you, young one, I exsssspect to hear more about you"
"Pardon?" but before Harry could get a reply the snake was gone, people were screaming as it slithered past them. Dudley stood up, but when he went to get out of the cage, the glass was back. His face went to sheet white again as he began to hammer on the glass. Petunia ran over trying to calm her son down, but what scared Harry was his uncle. No words were needed to know he was in trouble. After they got Dudley, out they went straight home. They had been banned from the Zoo. Vernon's face had been a pale purple the whole way home. Dudley had been wrapped in a blanket, occasionally letting out a sob before shoving sweets in to his mouth. Harry just sat there, wondering how he was going to be punished. The belt was a certainty. A week or two without food was as well. But what else could there be? He would find out soon.
As soon as the car was parked, Vernon got out and handed the key to his wife. He told her to take Dudley shopping and not to come back for at least two hours. Without question she left adding, "Anything he gets is too good for him."
Harry made his way in to the house, Vernon behind him already taking off his belt. When they got in, Harry went up the stairs and into the spare room. It was always the same when he got the belt to go to that room, so no mess was made. Once he was in, he removed his jumper and knelt back to Vernon so he could be punished. Marks scarred his back, reminders of past lessons. Harry let out a shrill cry as he felt the belt meet with his back. A tear made its way down Harry's face as he bit the inside of his cheek. He should not be crying he should be thankful, but yet he had messed up the easiest thing in the world.
"You stupid boy! I asked one thing of you, and you could not even do that! I should have abandoned you when your worthless self turned up on the door! You're a good for nothing freak! Just like you drunk parents! I took you in, fed you, and clothed you and this is how you repay me? My son is terrified thanks to you! One more thing like this and you're out!"
Each sentence was enforced by Vernon's belt meeting Harry's back. Blood was trailing down it slowly dripping onto the floor. After the last hit, Vernon grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him in to the bathroom. Going through the cupboard, he pulled out some anti-septic gel. He rubbed it on Harry's back. There was no way he wanted them to get infected someone would find out about the beatings then. After cleaning the cuts Vernon grabbed Harry's arm and led him down the stairs and chucked him into the cupboard.
"You will stay there for two weeks with no food! And be thankful I cleaned your back, Freak! Anyone else would of left it alone!"
Slamming the door, Vernon bolted it tightly shut. Leaving a shaking and sobbing Harry to his own thoughts. In his head, Harry was praising Vernon, he was such a kind man. He should have gotten more a beating; his uncle had even cleaned his cuts afterwards! No, Harry was not crying because he was in pain, that was only one reason, the bigger one was he was thankful. His uncle was kind and caring to Harry. He was right, no one else would clean his cuts after a beating! Harry gently lay on his bed wincing slightly as the fresh cuts met the hard bed. Soon after his eyes closed as he slipped into sleep.