Harry sighed in relief, he was safe. Dudley and his gang had gotten bored and had decided to pick on some other kid. 'Harry Hunting' seemed to have ended early for the day, not that Harry would ever complain about that. The park had been a refuge for the nine year old for as long as he could remember. For some reason, it had always had the ability to lift his spirits. Maybe it was watching all the little kids with their parents, knowing that they weren't suffering. Maybe it was the freedom he had, having the choice to either swing or slide. Maybe it was the fact that he could spend as long as he wanted on whatever he wanted, he wasn't on a timed schedule. But no, no it had to be because of the flowers.
Harry smiled as he picked one of the lilies. "You're just a baby flower aren't you?" He whispered, as he caressed the not-yet-blossomed flower gently. Before his eyes, the flower began to bloom. Harry watched in awe. It wasn't the first time he had made a flower blossom, but it never ceased to amaze him.
And then his face met the dirt. "What the hell did you just do, you little shit?" A boy's voiced roared.
Harry scrambled to his feet. "I-I-I"
Another boy slammed him back down, but this time put a knee to his back and twisted Harry's arm behind him. "You what, you freak? What the fuck was that?"
Another one kicked Harry in the side, Harry wasn't sure if it was the first boy, or a third. "I bet this kid isn't even human! We need to teach him not to show his freakishness." It was a third boy then, and none of them sounded like Dudley or his gang.
"It was an accident, it was just an accident," Harry whimpered as he tried to ignore the kicks that continued to abuse his side.
The first, who seemed to be the leader laughed. "Get off him you two; we can't do much with his face in the dirt. Besides, I want him to see his superiors as we teach him a lesson."
The weight on his back disappeared, and the kicks had stopped. But before Harry could appreciate it, his back was slammed against the slide's ladder, and he faced his assaulters. They were older than him, about seventeen, and Harry wasn't sure if he would make it out of this alive.
A/N Ok, so this is the first time I've ever written an abuse scene before so please forgive how terrible it is. I promise that the next chapter will be much better. After all, Salazar is in the next chapter! This is based off of a challenge given to me by Kingsdaughter613, and I hope to do it justice. Please review! Next chapter will be longer and better, I promise!