"I missed out on watching Dudley's boxing grand tournament just so that I could pick you up! So get a move on and get inside!" Vernon Dursley said to his nephew, Harry Potter in a gruff voice.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry replied nervously.
Uncle Vernon followed him inside, walking right behind him. They walked through the door, and Harry headed for his bedroom but just as he passed his old cupboard, he felt a large hand grab him by the scruff of his neck and he was thrown into the cupboard, door locked behind him.
"You will sleep in this room all summer. You are not going to be let unless I say so. You will not eat unless I say you can. You will not do anything unless I allow you to. Got it?" Uncle Vernon growled.
"Y-yes, sir."Harry replied painfully, for his head had hit on the wall behind him when he had been thrown into the cupboard which was way to small for a fourteen going onto fifteen year old boy to live in.
"Good," and with that, Uncle Vernon was gone.
Harry had just finished his fourth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizadry. At the end of his fourth year, he had been stolen from Hogwarts and had witnessed Lord Voldemort's rebirth. He had watched Cedric Diggory die, and he had placed the guilt solely and purely on himself.
He was the one who had told Cedric to take the Trwizard cup with him. No one else. It was all Harry's fault.
Or so he thought.
"Boy, get out here! NOW!" shouted Uncle Vernon loudly from the kitchen.
"I can't! You locked the door!" yelled Harry back in exasperation.
There was a click as the door of his cupboard was unlocked roughly by his uncle.
"Get into the kitchen now," his uncle said, menacingly.
"Yes, sir." Harry said, scared.
Once he was in the kitchen, his uncle approached him.
"Boy, You've ruined my night. I have missed the first few fights at Duddy's boxing night. I am going to go out and you better hope that I haven't missed Dudley's fight. But befor I go. . ."
Harry didn't see it coming. His uncle, faster than Harry thought, raised his fist and smashed it into the side of Harry's face.
Harry heard a loud 'crack' and he knew that his jaw had been broken.
His uncle raised his fist again and slammed it into Harry's eye and then his stomach. Harry could feel that his eye was already beginning to swell up.
"While I am gone, you are not touch anything. You may not use the television. You may not touch the food in the fridge and just to make sure that you won't, you are going to be staying in your cupboard. I do not know how long I will be, I may not be home until very early in the morning," Uncle Vernon was saying.
Harry was once again thrown into his cupboard and locked in there.
He heard his uncle's car reverse.
"This is going to be a long summer," Harry sighed with dread.
Sirius was truly worried about Harry. He was leaving him at his uncles' house for the summer. He knew that Harry hated it there as every time that his uncle was mentioned to Harry, he tensed up and changed the topic.
Sirius decided that he would be checking into Harry relatives' home. Soon. Next time that nobody else was at Grimmauld Place to catch him leaving. The problem was that someone was always with him. He was never alone!
And then he had a brillinat thought.
There was an order meeting in three weeks and everybody, except the kids would be attending. Trouble was, that it was there at Grimmauld place.
Maybe, if I pretend to be sick and then while the kids are eavesdropping on the meeting I can sneak out of my room and out the front door. From there, I can apparate to 4 privet drive.
And from then on, he couldn't get this plan out of his head and he was so excited about the thought that he was going to see Harry again. He missed him so much!
Two weeks after the boxing tournament, Harry was laying on his extra small bed, in his extra small cupboard, beated and bloody.
His uncle had bashed him up several times and even used his studded belt on a few occasions.
Harry sported cuts on his face, arms, legs, chest, stomach, back and everywhere in between.
He knew that he had several broken bones and he had hardly eaten at all. He had not been allowed to shower once or brush his teeth and was only allowed to take toilet breaks when it was extremely urgent.
He hadn't slept for even one minute, as straight after he fell asleep, he was awoken, screaming, from a nightmare.
His nightmares varied from that horrible night after the third task to his parents death to his friends dying and blaming him for their deaths.
Some of his dreams, other people wouldn't even find particularly scary, but they haunted Harry and he was terrified.
"Boy, take a walk! I'm sick of your presence in this house, you little burden! Get out now!" Uncle Vernon yelled.
"If you see Dudley, tell him that dinner will be ready in half an hour, at eight thirty, boy!" Aunt Petunia added shrilly.
Harry didn't know how on earth he made it outside and too the park, but he got there, eventually. It was a slow and painful process.
He sat down on a bench at the park and looked at the kids playing on the slippery-dip.
One little girl was on the swing, laughing and cheering as her mother pushed her. Harry wached as she swung higher and higher in the air with her mother laughing behind her. That second, he wished so much that he had a mother. Mrs Weasley was as good as one, but he wanted his very own mum. He had imagined what it would be like to have a mum when he was younger.
His imaginary mother played games with him and gave him everything he wanted. He got presents on christmas and on his birthdays and every night before he fell asleep, this imaginary mother would sing to him, tuck him in and peck him on the forehead.
But that had never happened and it wouldn't happen anytime soon. He wanted a parent so bad. Sirius was the most fatherly person he had ever had and he missed him so much.
"Oi, Potter, your finally allowed out of the house, I see." said Dudley mockingly.
"mmhhmm" was Harry's reply.
"Was dad sick of your moaning was he?" Dudley asked.
"I-what are you on about?" Harry asked painfully.
"Dad, mum, save me, save me, there going to kill Cedric! Cedric! Noooo!" Dudley impersonated.
Harry had forgotten about his injuried and he ran over to Dudley and stuck his wand in Dudley's face.
Each member of Dudley's gang, burst out laughing at the thought that Harry still believed in magic.
"Silencio!" Harry said and Dudley could talk no longer.
"Come on, Dursley, we can go home now, if you want?" and with that, he dragged Dudley back to 4 Privet Drive.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU MEAN? 'IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT?!' OF COURSE IT WAS YOUR FRIGGEN FAULT! IF IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT HOW, THEN, DID THIS HAPPEN TO DUDLEY?! YOU ARE IN DEEP TROUBLE BOY! YOU WILL RECEIVE YOUR PUNISHMENT AND THEN YOU WILL LEAVE THIS HOUSE, ONCE AND FOR ALL! I SHOULD'VE KICKED YOU OUT THE MOMENT YOU COULD WALK!"
"Finite Incantatum." Harry performed the counter curse and Dudley could talk again.
"Are you happy? I put him back to normal, if you could call that normal? Well, I'm off to bed."
Harry was just about to go back to his cupboard when an owl flew through the kitchen and landed on aunt Petunias shoulder.
She screeched an ear piercing cry.
"GET THIS FRIGGEN BIRD OFF MY SHOULDER! THIS FILTHY CREATURE ID ON MY SHOULDER! GET IT OFF!"
Harry went over to his aunt and grabbed the owl off her shoulder. He untied the letter from the bird's foot when the owl stuck out the foot that had the letter attached to it.
It read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
The ministry of magic has been informed that you performed a silencing charm at approximately, 7:45pm in the presence of muggles and then a 'finite incantatum' at approximately 8:03pm in the presence of muggles.
Do not try to run, we will track you down.
Remain put in your house and official ministry inspectors will be at your house shortly to break your wand. You will go with them and ther will finalise your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Yours truly and Sincerely,
Signed,
Madame Amelia Bones – Department of Law and underage magic
Cornelius fudge – Minister for Magic
Harry was dumbfounded.
What was he going to do? He couldn't run away in his dishreveled condition.
Suddenly, another owl flew through, this time landing elegantly on Harry's shoulder.
He opened the letter and the owl flew off and out the window:
Harry, stay where you are. Arthur and Albus are trying to sort this mess out. I don't know why you did it Harry but I'm sure it was for a good reason.
All my love,
Sirius.
That was it then. He would stay.
And then, making Uncle Vernons face more purple, if possible, another owl flew in and landed on the floor.
Dear Mr. Potter,
A hearing for the use of your underage magic, will be held on the 21st of August. From there, we will make the decision of whether you will be expelled for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and your wand broken, or whether you will be cleared of all the charges.
Yours truly and sincerely,
Signed,
Madame Amelia Bones- Department of Law and underage magic
Cornelius Fudge – Minister for Magic
Harry was so happy. He had another chance!
But right then, another owl flew through and landed on his shoulder, it was Sirius' owl:
Harry,
We will be flying on brooms to come and get you. We won't arrive until the morning, though. Have all your gear packed, you must be ready in time.
Sirius
"So. . .boy. . .what did all the bloody owls say?" his uncle said.
"I'm getting picked up tomorrow morning." Harry replied.
"Too bad, you'll be out on the street by then, ey?" His uncle said quietly and menacingly.
"yep, too bad." Harry replied.
He really didn't care if his uncle kicked him out or not. He would just wait it out 'til morning on the street, near the house.
"And now. . .your punishment." His uncle said happily.
He brought his fist up and punched Harry hard on the eye. His nearly healed eye was now, once again, swollen and red.
His uncle kicked him hard in the gut, and he fell to the floor.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw his aunt take Dudley upstairs.
And then, the beating, truly begun.
While he was on the ground, his uncle kicked him in the mouth, and he spat out blood.
That was a diatraction. His uncle ripped Harry's shirt off his body and threw it aside. He then, pulled out his studded belt, raised it high up in the air and bought it down hard on harry's bare chest.
It hurt Harry so much.
His uncle repeated this movement several times until Harry was coughing up blood.
The beating continued on for what felt like hours and hours.
Finally, it was over, but Harry, from the floor, barely able to breathe, had to watch his uncle burn all his belongings including his Firebolt and his photo album.
He finally passed out. Right after his uncle had thrown Hedwig in the fire and he had watched Hedwig die. And his last thought, before he passed out was:
I wish that was me. I wish that was me in the fire, instead of Hedwing. . .
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