Chapter 2

Harry Is Beaten

Uncle Vernon growled angrily, as his beefy fists rained upon Harry's body. His Uncle was punching Harry wherever he could, just as long as it was causing Harry pain, he was satisfied. "DON'T YOU EVER THINK OF DOING THAT AGAIN," Uncle Vernon's voice bellowed.

"I don't think I will," Harry mumbled.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

Uncle Vernon started punching Harry again. Harry fell to the floor. His vision began to blur. The room seemed to be spinning. He heard his uncle screaming, but he couldn't understand what he was saying. Harry then fell into a pool of darkness.

He awoke hours later, bleeding and sore. He felt very weak. He pulled himself to his bed groaning in pain. When he got to his bed, he waited a few seconds for the pain to fade. He couldn't take it any more. The beatings were becoming more and more frequent. He knew he needed to do something, but what would be the greatest question.

Professor Lupin paced around Dumbledore's office upset. "I don't like the way the Dursley's treat Harry," Lupin said.

"So we can't do anything about it," Moody said leaning on his walking stick.

Lupin's face lit up, "Maybe we can have him live in Sirius' house."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair. He shook his head, "It would never work. Remember Sirius died last year. I doubt Harry has gotten over it completely."

"He can live with me," Moody said trying to lighten up Lupin's mood.

"He'd rather stay with the Weasley's," Lupin spat.

"With what happened last summer," Dumbledore said, "The Dursley's think it is fun to beat Harry. Lupin, I want you to go and get Harry. He will live with the Weasley's from now on."

"That boy threw up all over me," Uncle Vernon shouted.

"You should beat him," Dudley said eating toast, "Teach him what's right and wrong."

Aunt Petunia stopped sewing and said mildly, "I think we should be nicer to Harry."

Uncle Vernon jumped up from the couch and said loudly, "NO!"

Dudley nearly choked on the toast he was stuffing in his mouth. It was a surprise he didn't choke yet, by the way he was eating. "Be nice to him," Dudley whined, "After all he has done to me."

"So he is our nephew."

"He is a Potter."

"But Daddy," Dudley whined, "Harry scares me. Look what happened last summer."

"But it was a dementor."

"Don't mention that in this house," Uncle Vernon said sternly, "Now, I will act as I feel toward that Harry boy." He sat on the couch and continued to read the newspaper.

Harry woke up breathing heavily. He just had another nightmare. It was the same as last time. He desperately needed to find out what this nightmare meant. But who could he ask now? He was waiting for Hedwig to come back. He had sent a letter to Hermione to tell her that everything was okay and that she shouldn't worry.

Harry stood up and stretched. He was a little sore from his Uncle's beatings beating. But he was surprised how quickly his body healed. Harry walked downstairs. He saw Dudley sitting on the couch. Dudley was watching cartoons and eating a huge ice cream sundae. Dudley ran up to Harry and shoved him into the stairs. "What were you thinking?" He cried.

Harry got up unhurt. "What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Throwing up on my dad. How stupid can you be?"

"Actually I thought it was a pretty good idea."

Dudley ignored Harry's sarcasm and continued to scold Harry. "You're going to regret it."

"Oooh I'm sooo scared, Harry said, "Look I'm shaking."

Dudley smiled evilly, "And I'll be the one to make you stop."

Dudley tried to punch Harry, but Harry ducked. Dudley punched Harry in the nose. Harry felt pain shoot throughout his head. He knew his nose was broken wasn't broke. He was stunned that it didn't bleed by how much it hurt.

Dudley punched Harry again. Harry felt the pain in his arm slowly fade away. He stood up and glared at Dudley. Harry punched Dudley with all the anger that was bottled up inside him. When he connected with Dudley's stomach, it felt like punching a lot of pillows.

Harry spun around and punched Dudley in the nose. Dudley cried in pain. He turned around and ran upstairs. As Dudley ran upstairs he tripped over his own feet. This just made him cry even harder and it made Harry burst out laughing. When Harry stopped laughing, he sat on the stairs. He thought about how it felt so good to finally hit Dudley. Dudley acted so big and tough, but really he was just an enormous baby. Suddenly Harry saw someone he knew walk into the house.

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