A/N: This is in Harry's point of view. Even though he thinks his name is Freak, I used the name Harry anyway. They all call him Freak still though.

Two Years Later

Harry scrubbed at his aunt and uncles night table. His uncle had spilled soda all over it the night before. Uncle Vernon wasn't like most people where they took a glass of water to bed, he took soda or juice. The night before, he had knocked it over when he'd wanted a drink. It was up to Harry to get it cleaned.

Harry didn't mind this, it was an easy job compared to the rest of the chores he had that day. He still had to shovel out the sidewalk after last nights snow storm. He'd been given a brutal spanking that morning for not having it done when his uncle tried to leave for work. He didn't think it was fair, he didn't know that it snowed last night. That didn't matter to his aunt and uncle though, they always punished him.

Dudley ran past the doorway of the bedroom. Moments later, Harry heard him jumping down the stairs, than there was a scream.

"OWIE! Mummy! Mummy! Freak used weird powers and threw me downstairs!"

Harry froze and the began to shake, he was terrified now. Oh no, he thought. No, Dudley, why? His cousin liked it when he was punished. Everyday Harry was punished for something that Dudley said he did even if he didn't do anything. They both knew that if there was any use of the freaky powers the beating would be worse. He let out a whimper as he heard his aunt running up the stairs.

"What have we told you about using those powers?" Aunt Petunia yelled.

Normally she left him alone; it was Uncle Vernon who punished him the most. She only hit him if she thought he'd used the powers. It had been a while since he had used them.

"Well? Answer me Freak!"

"Didn't do it," Harry answered.

"Oh, so now Dudley is a liar is he!? Get over here now!"

Harry didn't move, he wanted to, but he was too scared. She walked over and smacked him hard; the back of his head hit the nightstand. He tried to hold in his tears, but it was hard to. She picked him up next, and carried him out of the room. Oh please just put me in my cupboard he thought. My bottom hurts so much, I don't want another spanking.

She carried him over to the staircase.

"Since you made Dudley fall down the stairs, I'll do the same to you. You're going to learn not to use though powers Freak! Don't you ever use them on my son again!"

Harry closed his eyes. Why did this stuff have to keep happening?

--
He lay in his cupboard later; he clutched his sore arm to his chest. It was at a very strange angle now. He had heard her say that it was broken and he would have to sleep until his uncle came home to take him to the hospital. It was the second time he had been there in a month, he liked going there. The people were always very nice to him.

"Why the hell isn't that sidewalk shovelled? Where is the boy?" Uncle Vernon shouted as he slammed the front door shut.

"He's being punished. He made Dudley fall down the steps today with those powers. I decided to show him what it was like and the brat decided to break his arm."

"Petunia, I don't how much longer I can take this. I told you that I don't want him using those powers on our son. Beating him isn't doing the trick. That Christmas morning when he burnt Dudley... well you remember what I told you! I'm scared for our son's life if that thing is going to be throwing him down the steps."

"I know Vernon, I'm scared too. Lily never did stuff like that. I'm not sure what we can do."

"He keeps it up, and he will be living on the streets. I'm tired of being soft on that evil creature! FREAK! GET OUT HERE NOW!"

Harry got up and opened the cupboard door. Slowly, he walked over to his aunt and uncle. They looked so big and scary. Why did he have to be evil? He knew he was, otherwise he'd be allowed to have a real name. He didn't deserve to have one though, he was the devils spawn. He tried his best to be good, but still he did bad stuff. Maybe he really had made Dudley fall down the steps. He stopped in front of his uncle and stared up at him, he tried his best not to cry.

SMACK!

Harry fell to the floor; he let out a yelp as his arm hit the floor. He couldn't help it, he started to cry. This enraged his uncle who grabbed him by the hair and made him stand up.

"What have I told you about crying?"

Harry tried to stifle his sobs, he took a couple of breathes and managed to control himself. He knew if he continued to cry, his uncle would give him another spanking.

"Repeat after me," his uncle began.

Once they were finished with the ritual, his uncle picked him up and turned to Petunia.

"I'll get him to the hospital then," he said and kissed her on the cheek.

--
"Mr. Dursley, this child is very malnourished, he is too tiny. You said he is four-years-old?" the pretty doctor said in a very angry voice.

Harry stared down at the cast that was now on his arm. How was he going to do chores now? On the way to the hospital, his uncle had told him that the broken arm didn't change anything; he was still expected to do chores.

"Well, my sister-in-law told us that he was premature," Uncle Vernon said. "When she used to visit us we thought he was too little. When they died, both Petunia and I thought that all he needed was a good meal, but still he doesn't grow and he eats a lot at the dinner table."

"Sir, I've looked over Harry's files. He comes to the hospital a lot because of his injuries. He is covered in bruises. I want to know what is going on in your home. I am not even sure if I should send him home with you. Right now I want to call child services and have an investigation on your home. I have seen cases of child abuse before. This child is too small, he doesn't weigh enough, his rib bones stick out too much, he is covered in bruises, and he has a very haunted look to him. Now let's be honest with each other here. If this little boy is abused, not only will you lose your nephew, but your son as well…"

Harry stopped listening to the conversation. He was very bored, who was Harry? He sighed and picked up the child's book the nice doctor had given him and started to look through it. He stared down at the letters in the book. He knew his alphabet from the educational shows Dudley watched. His aunt didn't know that he secretly watched them as well. He was too evil to go to school but he wanted to learn too so he taught himself instead.

"T-H-E," he said aloud. "C-A-T."

"-assure you that we have never hit that child. He has had that haunted look since his parents died."

"C-H-A-S-E-D T-H-E B-A-L-L"

"Er, boy, have you ever been hit at home?" Uncle Vernon asked.

Harry looked up quickly. He knew the rehearsed speech; it was one they practised often. He knew he couldn't tell the truth about what happened at home. He didn't want his fingers to fall off, he needed them. Apparently if someone evil like him told the truth about the abuse, their fingers fell off.

"Love Uncle Vernon," he answered. "He loves me too. When we leave, we're going to get some ice cream. I've never been hit ever," then he added something new to the speech. "Well, I get birfday spankings!" he had seen his uncle give them to Dudley. "They are funny!" and he let out a laugh. He had seen Dudley laugh while he got one.

He noticed his uncle looked surprised but pleased. Harry hoped that he wouldn't have to be punished later that night. At least he could keep his fingers

"You see?" Vernon asked. "If I beat that child, would he talk about how much he loves me? Are you going to tell me that birthday spankings are abuse now?"

"Well no, but Mr. Dursley, I'm still very concerned. I want to send someone over to your home… and be warned, they won't tell you when they are coming."

"Send them; you won't see any abuse in my home."

When they were in the car later, his uncle yelled at him. Harry cringed against the front seat. He had hoped he wouldn't still be in trouble, but he was wrong. Why couldn't he ever do anything right. Now someone was coming over who could lock him up forever if he didn't behave.

"You hear that? If they suspect I beat you, they will take you away and lock you in a very small space. You will never see day light again! We don't know when this person is coming over, so you'd better be on your best behaviour! You want to keep your fingers don't you?"

--

He had been given a terrible spanking that night, but things changed the next day. Harry didn't have to do chores. Aunt Petunia woke him up and carried him into the kitchen where a bowl of cereal was waiting. It was the first time he was allowed to eat it. Normally he got a dry piece of toast, and only if he did his chores right. She made the breakfast for everyone instead. Afterwards, she let him sit in front of the television and watch cartoons for the morning.

Later, he practised reading. He knew all his letters of course, but he still couldn't figure out what words they made. Usually when he read them out loud, his aunt would tell him to be quiet, but she let him read them that day.

Everyday was the same. Dudley would get ready for school, his uncle for work, and Harry was allowed to do what he wanted. Places on his body that had hurt before no longer did. His aunt and uncle must have been pleased with him.

One afternoon, two weeks after he had gone to the hospital, a nice lady with red hair came to the house. She wore nice dress clothing and talked in a very soft voice. Harry sat in the sitting-room reading his letters when she entered the room.

"What are you doing Harry?" she asked.

He looked around, who was she talking to? Who was Harry? He shrugged and continued to read his letters out loud. The woman walked over and sat down in a chair. He stared at her; she beckoned for him to come over.

He got up and walked over to her. When he reached her, she lifted him up and held him on her lap. He liked her immediately; it was the first time he had ever sat on anyone's lap. He'd always wished that Aunt Petunia would hold him that way, but she never did. The woman introduced herself as Ms. Krane.

"How are you today?" she asked.

"Good," he said.

"Were you reading that book?" she asked.

"Just letters," he said. "Don't know how to read."

"Well, you are only four-years-old; someday I'm sure you'll be able to read lots of words."

Then she started to ask the questions. He saw Aunt Petunia in the doorway. Normally he wasn't allowed to answer questions, but she nodded and gave him the thumbs up sign. The questions she asked were ones he had been asked before, he knew he had to lie. Well, I'm not really lying. I haven't been hit for a long time. I haven't done chores and I get to eat. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have been so nice lately. They love me now.

"How did you break your arm?" she asked.

Harry thought about the day when he had been thrown down the stairs and shuddered. He knew he should lie though; he didn't want his aunt and uncle to be upset with him. There was also the fact that he could lose his fingers and be locked up forever.

"Fell down. Freak clumsy," he answered.

"Pardon?"

"What have I told you about calling yourself that?" Aunt Petunia called from across the room. "I'm sorry, he caught that word on tv and he really likes it. He calls himself that, my son, me, my husband. We can't get him out of the habit. He is starting school next year, I hope he grows out of it soon."

"Children usually do, although I am curious about why he didn't start school with Dudley," Ms. Krane said.

"He isn't fully potty trained. He still has to wear diapers; I can't get him to learn. I don't know why, Dudley was quick at learning."

"Well, you'll have to hurry and get that solved. He's wearing a diaper now?"

Indeed he was, and it was strange. He hadn't worn diapers for a very long time, he had to wash his own pants, but then Aunt Petunia had him start to wear diapers, and his clothes had been washed in the machine twice! The night before he'd had a bath! It felt so nice to have a bath, he hoped they would always let him have one. Someday he hoped that he could have more than one outfit. Maybe if he kept being a good boy he would.

"I'm trying," Aunt Petunia said. "Someone told me it might be because he lost his parents."

"It might be, but that still shouldn't stop him. The older he gets, the harder it will be for him to use the toilet. Have you had Dudley show him? Sometimes children learn better when they see someone their own age do it."

"I'll try that thanks, I have been looking for more ideas."

"So, are you very happy Harry?" Ms. Krane asked.

There was that name Harry again. Who was that? He saw that she was looking at him though, so he nodded his head quickly.

"I got a baths, I eat food, and I play!" he said excitedly.

It was so strange to be able to play now. He couldn't wait until he could play with the blocks again. He listened to his aunt and woman talk a little while longer.

"Well, Mrs. Dursley, from what I can see, he is a very happy child. I am very glad to see that. I want to make another visit in the future though. I think you might want to enroll him into therapy, just so he can talk about his parent's deaths with someone. It will affect him later in life."

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After the woman left, everything went back to the way it was before, and Harry didn't get it. He thought he was finally a good boy, but he wasn't. He was now getting spanked daily, sometimes more than once and he had to do chores again. He wasn't allowed to have baths, except with his old wash cloth, he no longer wore diapers. He had to clean his own pants again as well. His uncle also started to make him say all the bad stuff everyday like before.

Why?