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A/N: I decided to take this short part from the beginning the story I'm working on to see if I should post the rest. Please Review =)
"Come back here boy! Before you really get it!"
Harry looked around and knew better than to run from him. It just made things worse for him. But he decided to try to run, anyway. He then ran into the kitchen and ran into a dead end.
"I told you before not to do this, you little freak!" And with that, his uncle threw him across the floor, towards the hall closet. Harry ended up yelping in pain as his head smashed into the door. His vision blurred a little, but not for more than a minute. He soon saw his Uncle coming towards him. Harry tried to get up but ended up falling onto his side.
"You are not getting away. You little freak," his uncle said with pure hatred in his voice.
then dragged the boy up the old set of stairs and threw him onto the floor in his room. Harry remained motionless. Harry knew it was time to give in. His uncle would probably kill him if he continued to or tried running. Uncle Vernon went to the bed-side table and opened up the drawer. Out of it, he picked up a small knife and a whip. Harry's eyes widened.
Before Harry could even think anything, he felt a searing pain erupt from his back. Harry screamed as Vernon struck him with the whip again.
"This will teach you to listen and not be such an incompetent FREAK! Hold still and be quiet would you!?"
Tears began to run down Harry's cheeks as his Uncle continued, along with using the knife after every few whips.
Harry took a deep breath as his Uncle finally left. He lay there motionless, crying with blood covering most of his back. He couldn't take it any longer. He then slowly drifted off to somewhere else.
Harry woke up almost screaming. The nightmares continued. Luckily his Uncle had already left for work, or else he probably would have been in trouble for screaming. Harry immediately began to cry. Knowing that those horrible things that his Uncle had done to him was bad enough, but actually dreaming about them and replaying them every night in his head made it even worse. The pain had only gotten worse. It had never faded.
During his second year at Hogwarts, Harry's Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had filed for divorce, mainly because his aunt couldn't take her husband being an alcoholic any longer. Dudley and Petunia had moved out shortly during the summer before Harry returned to Hogwarts for his third year. Harry remained with his Uncle at 4 Privet Drive. Although they had always treated Harry horribly before the divorce, his life at Privet Drive had become even worse from then on. Harry's uncle had decided to take all of his anger and anything else out on him. Or if he just felt like it he would.
Harry had been reliving these memories every night. And it scared him to death. He didn't want to live like this any longer.
He finally got up to get ready to go to catch the train to Hogwarts, not bothering to even look in the mirror. He hadn't looked at one in what seemed to be months. He didn't want to assess the damage from the latest rampage and relive it, but he did try to hide the scars that he could. He then grabbed his trunk and Hedwig and headed down the stairs for his fifth year at Hogwarts. Next stop, Platform 9 and ¾.