Key-

::parseltongue::

'Thoughts'

Spells

"Speech"

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Chapter 2

The cold was all that Harry could feel at the moment. The agonizing fear he felt was not the most ideal thing to feel on his eighth birthday. In fact, he would rather be spending it torturing all the people who have caused him bodily harm in this god-forsaken town.

The basement door silently crept open and the thundering footsteps that could only be described as Vernon Dursley were heard from where Harry was silently curled. Vernon looked on at the boy in a twisted form of disgust and desire and the overgrown pig hated himself for how he felt.

But it wasn't entirely his fault that the small boy that was crouched defensively in the corner in the room was so enticing. He was the freak after all. Everything was his fault. He was free to do whatever he wanted and no one in this town would rat him to the authorities. He had worked too hard for everyone to hate this boy for all his efforts to be diminished.

Harry looked on at the man with carefully hidden disgust. He loathed this man with every fiber of his being. If it weren't for him, the town probably wouldn't have turned out as demonic as he viewed it.

Harry vowed to whatever god had left him here to rot that he would get out of this situation and kill them all. And he would succeed this time.

For was the crime that he had committed to get thrown in here to rot for a couple of days.

He tried to kill his only family.

By using his 'freakishness' to finish the job.

It was only pure luck that this man was still standing before him. If he had been only a little bit more accurate with his aim, then he would have become a murderer only a few days ago.

But it just so happened that the big oaf had moved just in time.

How fortunate.

"Get up boy!" his uncle ordered him. Harry could smell the alcohol emanating from the thing a mile away.

Repulsive.

Deciding it was best that he just comply, Harry obeyed the order. But it seemed that his relative has some sort of sadistic satisfaction with knocking the small boy down because Harry found himself with a busted lip and another meeting with the cold stone floor.

Vernon's laughter breeched through the pain that raked through Harry's head. He was then dragged unmercifully up the stairs into the blinding light of the kitchen.

"Get to working on our breakfast boy!" Vernon shouted at him.

Harry mentally sneered at his uncle. 'Trust him to not give a damn about my health.' The green-eyed boy thought sarcastically.

He sighed inwardly and pushed up on his aching limbs that pained him with every move he made. He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall in front of him. Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes left until the rest of the house woke up.

It wouldn't have been so bad if he wasn't so punctual if it wasn't for the special guest they were holding that night.

The town preacher was spending the night, courtesy of God he said, but they all knew that the real reason he was there was to try to exterminate the unreal powers that were apparently bestowed upon him by the devil.

Harry scoffed at the idea that what they were all doing was some sort of entitlement that they were upholding. Even if he was some sort of spawn of the devil and even if God were real, he doubted that he would be treated like this by people who were normal.

He wasn't stupid; whenever he got free time he would hide away in the public library until it was around the time that they would send people out looking for him. He was very advanced with his knowledge in terms of reading, history, math, and science theory for his age. And, if given the chance, he would test out half of the stuff he learned. It was because he soaked up knowledge like a sponge to water that he'd taken to bringing his school notebooks with him every time he paid the library a visit. He hid them somewhere in the back behind the number of scholarly books that no one ever visits.

Harry knew that the whole town thought he was stupid and he liked it that way. If they ever got knowledge of how smart he was they would try to beat it out of him like they tried to do everything else. And he could end up dead.

Harry couldn't have that.

He also knew that normal people didn't act like this. Normal people didn't leave him to starve on a weekly basis. And Harry was willing to bet his life that normal people didn't burn other people at the stake based on public opinion.

He'd seen it after all; they made sure he was present at every death that was dealt at the hands of these overly religious people. He remembered every scream, every cry for help, and every damn detail of them all. He had nightmares for weeks about them. They said that the only reason he wasn't up there with the other rule breakers was because the people who dropped him off were like him and that they would come back for him one day so they had to make sure he was alive when they came.

Still didn't mean that they couldn't make life hell for him.

Harry quickly finished breakfast at 7:45 and was now sweeping the floor. It wouldn't do to be idle when everyone awoke. He finished and looked at the clock again. 7:50, it said. Maybe he should just clean the whole damn kitchen.

So he did. The Dursleys' didn't buy a dishwasher because that would only make his job easier not harder. So he was forced to do the massive pile of dishes by hand. They all purposely dirtied more dishes for him to do so it would take the longest of all his chores.

While he was finishing up drying them, Harry checked the time again when he heard footsteps. The clock said it was five till eight and by the loudness of the footsteps he deduced that it was his Aunt Petunia.

Now his Aunt Petunia was still mean to him, but she was a little less harsh with her punishments and let him go outside once in a while. And she never yelled at him as much as everyone else when his freakishness acted up. She would always berate him and tell him to learn to control it but she also acted like she was used to it. When he brought this up she had told him that both his parents were freaks to and that he inherited it.

She had also said that was because his parents were freaks they died in a fated car accident one night when they were dunk and partying because they also didn't care about him and this was the punishment they gave him for being born.

He didn't like her very much, yet she was better than most.

She scrunched her nose up in disgust when she saw him. "Oh, hello freak. What did you cook for us today?"

"Eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, pancakes with syrup and butter, and everyone can choose between milk and OJ."

"Wonderful. Let's just hope that your freakishness doesn't act up today." Which was a translation of, 'good job so don't fuck it up.'

Harry just nodded and continued washing. Soon the other occupants made their way down and were soon joined at the table like a happy normal family and a priest should be. He didn't bother listening to their conversation very much and only tuned in when he heard something that was mildly interesting.

"Did you know that some new lady is moving in soon?" Mr. Priest asked.

"No. But are we really going to have a new neighbor?" his Aunt Petunia said delighted.

"Yes it appears so. I expect that you will help her with moving in and getting settled?"

"Why, it would be my pleasure!"

The priest looked on appreciatively at her. Then he said the three little words that everyone craved to hear in this town.

"God bless you."

Harry inwardly seethed at them. He heard those three little words every day. Every time they were done beating him when the priest was present, which was all the time, he would turn to the person who did it, look at them and say, "God bless you." Like it was some sort of accomplishment to beat him within an inch of his life.

But then the knowledge that a knew person would be moving into town and that would mean he might get a chance to befriend them and then he would have someone to got to when he was feeling down or something.

He just hoped he didn't fuck it up like last time.

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So that's the 2nd chapter. It's a bit longer than the first one so I hoped you enjoy. I might be giving the priest a bigger role than I originally thought so but I'm just going with flow and seeing where it takes me.

And who's the new lady moving in?

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