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Warning: this contains child abuse and rape

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Now on to the chapter

As I stared at the ceiling of the smallest bedroom at Number 4 Privet Drive, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if things were different, if Sirius were still alive, or if I could stay at The Burrow. But I knew wishing would only make it worse. You see, at that very moment I was laying on the floor, covered in my own blood. I knew my arm was broken, and several ribs were fairly damaged. I also had a black eye, and my entire epidermis was covered in deep blue and black bruises from the punches I had endured.

It was almost as if my fat uncle and my whale of a cousin were competing, seeing who could do the most damage. Right now, I would say Vernon was in the lead. The abuse had started at first when I was about four years old. I was clearing the table, when Dudley stuck his foot out. I tripped, and down went every single dish in my hands. That was the first beating I ever took, and not once did I ever scream. The only time I ever screamed was when I was eight. I was asleep in my cupboard, when Uncle Vernon came home drunk after a tough day at work. He took my innocence that day, and it hurt so badly. It was a whole new sort of agony.

I was beaten today because I had another nightmare. I can usually manage to wake up before I start screaming, but tonight was different. It was like I was trapped there. I couldn't wake up no matter what I did. I finally woke up after Vernon had started to whip me, pain tends to help sometimes. But now I was in useless pain, all it did was impair me. Pain was a weakness, it slowed you down. That was why I hated my life so much. I am always in pain.

I knew I would have to get up soon, to go make breakfast for my 'family'. But I just couldn't. Tomorrow I was going to turn sixteen and receive my inheritance. I don't think I have any creature blood, but my powers are supposed to get stronger, and then again when I'm seventeen. Finally I had mustered up enough of my energy and got up. As I did so, pain shot through every inch of my battered form. I threw on one of the huge hand-me-downs, wincing as it touched my skin, along with a pair of sweat pants. I looked like a homeless person, but I might as well be.

The rest of the day ran smoothly. I got all of the chores done. I even managed to earn myself some lunch. But it was a measly piece of bread and a rotting apple. Only the best for Harry Potter, boy-who-lived right? Honestly I'd rather die. It was so hard to keep going. As the day came to a close I started to count down the minutes to my birthday. I opened my window so the owls could come in, and filled Hedwig's water bowl. I had no extra food to giver her. Only ten more seconds till my inheritance.

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Then, nothing. Maybe the clocks wrong? But then I felt it. My entire body started to get warm, then hot. But it didn't burn. Of course I hadn't realized that I had started to scream, nor had I realized that every single wound on me was closing up, healing. As the inheritance progressed through the night, it got more and more violent. The foundation of Number Four Privet Drive started to shake, like an earthquake. Then the door burst open. And the entire Dursley family walked in.

The sight they saw would forever be ingrained in their memories. Their nephew, Harry James Potter, boy-who-lived, Gryffindor Golden Boy was changing. He was enclosed in a golden bubble, floating near the ceiling. Even as muggles they could feel the power, the magic, emanating from him. But then his features started to morph. He got taller, and he no longer looked like a ten year old. He looked like a well-built sixteen year old man. His hair grew to his waist, and seemed to darken from a black to the color of pure night. The golden bubble seemed to grow stronger as they stared at him, when finally it stopped. He started to descend from the ceiling and was laid gently on the cot.

That was when they snapped out of their daze. Vernon's face turned purple with rage, aunt Petunia took herself and her Duddykins from the room. That was when he attempted to beat the living daylights from the boy, but was surprised when the bat he was holding shattered. He looked up and saw something, something that terrified him to the very core.

Wow. I feel amazing! Not even a single ounce of pain could be felt, not from my ribs, my arm, even my skin. I was completely healed. I wonder if I grew. The people might not actually stare at me when I tell them I'm 16 years old. As I opened my eyes, and I saw the very thing that caused my injuries, and about to cause more. Vernon was in a rage, his face purple, and the vein in his forehead throbbing. In his hand was a bat, a hard, metal, baseball bat. He was just about to swing when I reacted. Magic filled my arms, and I reached out, and instinctively waved my hand. The bat shattered, like a hot test tube under cold water.

When Vernon looked up from his, now ruined bat, he sputtered. That was when I realized how I must look. I looked stronger than he had ever seen my, my hair gave me a curtain of darkness and me electric emerald eyes glowed no longer blocked by the awkward glasses. They had done it before, when I was feeling especially powerful, they had glowed. And right now, I felt invincible, like not even Voldemort could stop me. I stared Vernon down, he had made me miserable my entire life. Now he was going to pay in full.

A plan started to form in my head, a very epic, very Slytherin plan. I quickly used my magic to push Vernon down. I grabbed my few prized possessions: the invisibility cloak, my wand, the photo album, and the Marauders Map. I stuffed them into one of Dudley's old backpacks, and set them by the front door. Now for the first part of my plan.

I walked downstairs where Dudley was pigging out, and Petunia was making more of whatever it was. With a wave of my hand I had them all following me like zombies to the smallest bedroom. As soon as we were there I broke the trance, and they seemed to wake up from their daze. Vernon had gotten up, and decided he was going to beat me up again. Why can't he just give it up? I put him in a body bind, and sat them all down on the floor. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS FREAK?" Petunia screamed. Time for the show!

"You have put me through hell! Abusing me, having me do every single chore! Did you know your dear husband raped me since I was eight! Molested me since I was six!" at the surprised look on her face, I guess she hadn't known. Dudley on the other hand looked disgusted.

"He would do no such thing! He would never touch a freak like you!" shouted the fat lard.

"Here is what I am going to do. I am going to put a spell on you. This spell will put you in the pain I've felt from you my entire life. It will take affect whenever you think an insult, feel any sort of malice, or have any sort of evil intent. I can guarantee that the agony you fee will be deserved. Maybe you will eventually learn the value of life.

"Dolor Decere!" I roared, feeling my new excess of magic shoot from my hands. The reaction was immediate, all three of the worthless humans dropped to the ground, writhing in agony. I left them to their pain, fleeing out the door. Once outside of the wards, I summoned the night bus; and left to live a new life.

Hi Guys! This is my first edited chapter out. Again, if you find any mistakes do not hesitate to let me know. I didn't change it that much, just tweaked it a bit.

Dolor means pain (I Think)

Decere means teach (I Think)

Please let me know what you think, if this story is worth salvaging.