Chapter 1- Sad Tails Of Those Abused
An eight year old Harry Potter sat cramped on the small cot that served as his bed. The ceiling was so low in the cuboard that his head was stairs above him.
He heard his uncle starting to get ready for his day above him. As the man finished getting ready he made his way down the stairs causing dust and spiders to fall on the boy. His uncle stopped right outside his coubord and unlocked it
"Get up Freak. Make my breakfast and don't make me late for work today" His uncle told him through the door then lumbered off toward the dining room.
He boy slowly uncurled himself and exited the coubord. He could feel his uncle's eyes on him as he made his way to the stove. His relatives were always watching him, waiting for him to make a mistake so they could punish him for it.
As he worked on breakfast he allowed his mind to drift. He thought about the way he was treated with his relatives. They didn't love him, that much he knew for sure, but what he always wanted to know was why? He wanted to know why he was forced to work while his cousin was treated like a king, why he was punished on an almost daily basis and yet not once had they ever raised a hand to Dudley.
He ended up thinking that he was just unlovable, that maybe if he were more like Dudley they would love him.
He was abruptly brought out of his thoughts the smell of burning bacon. He started to tremble knowing his uncle would smell it and punish him for it.
Just as he thought his uncle was very upset about the bacon. "Why you little bitch! What heave we always told you about wasting perfectly good food?"
"I'm sorry uncle. I didn't mean to. It won't happen again" the boy told him, his voice wavering from fear
"Your dam right you'll never do it again. I'll make sure you learn you lesson this time you little freak." the boy's uncle yelled. "Take off you cloths boy"
Harry removed his hand me down cloths and waited naked for his uncle to make his next move. This had happened before so he knew what to expect but he wasn't looking forward to it.
"Stand against the wall and don't you dare make a sound" he moved to do as he said. He felt the pain of the belt biting into his flesh as soon as he was in position. His uncle put such force behind the blows that they broke the skin.
He lost count of how many times the belt hit his abused flesh. He was starting to get dizzy from blood lose by the time his uncle decided that he had had enough of that particular form of punishment.
He fell to the ground after he was done. His mind registered that his uncle had left the room but he couldn't bring himself to move. 'I wish I were somewhere I was loved' he thought as his world slowly faded to black.
The last thing he saw a man with red eyes come out of nowhere.
