Chapter Two: Putting the Puzzle Together
Harry's PoV-
-He was walking along a stone-cobbled path, looking for somebody. Who was he looking for? He didn't know, he just knew that if he didn't find them soon that terrible things were going to happen. As he walked further down the stony road, the already fire-red sky turned to a deep blood red. There were no clouds in the sky and the street was deserted. Everything was still and utterly silent. Suddenly, he heard a deep clunking noise on the cobblestone. He whirled around to find a tall figure dressed all in black holding a black cane with a silver serpent on the top. He knew that cane... Suddenly, the tip of the man's wand emerged from under his cloak and he uttered a spell... He was suddenly filled with the most terrible pain imaginable. He fell to the ground screaming, as he was sure, his skin was being burned off of him, inch by excruciating inch. He was thinking: Merlin, let me die now and get away from this terrible pain... Hurts so much... Want it to stop...
-Harry awoke screaming, sweat dripping down his face. He wanted to curl himself up into a tight ball, his fetal position. He wanted to try and climb inside himself, but for some reason he couldn't move... He tried to move his arm, but he yelped as sharp needles stabbed their way through his entire body. His eyelids felt so heavy. He was in so much pain... Everything hurt on him. He faintly heard voices coming from the background, but the pain was too much for his body to handle, and he blacked out.
-When he awoke again, he was feeling a little better. He slowly opened his eyes and let them adjust to the surrounding light. He could not see a thing... Oh, he didn't have his glasses on. As much as it hurt, he sat up and reached out on the ground, trying to find them. But instead of his hands hitting the hard, wooden floor of his cupboard, they landed softly on a cushioned surface. Harry squinted, trying to force his eyes to see where he was, but it was no use, everything was blurry. Harry became vaguely aware of a person sitting down next to him but he couldn't see who it was. The person's hand reached over to him and a sudden fear struck him. He was sitting on a bed... Uncle Vernon's bed... That only meant one thing, tonight was Wednesday... Harry started to panic; he scooted as far away as he could from that grasping hand. He vaguely heard himself mutter something incomprehensible, before he curled himself up into a little ball, awaiting what was coming.
-He expected the hand to move up his leg and travel somewhere Harry didn't want it to go, but it didn't. He touched his shoulder; but this didn't matter to him... It was human contact and to him, that always brought pain... As soon as Harry felt the hand come and rest on his shoulder, he screamed and backed himself up even more, until he was barely hanging off the bed. But the hand would not stop... Harry knew it... So, as the hand made it's way to his face, Harry flinched, expecting a blow, and fell off the bed, hitting his head on what Harry expected, was a night table. He heard himself mutter the words: "Please, don't hurt me Uncle Vernon..." and he fainted, curled up on the floor with blood leaking from his head.
Harry's PoV-
-He was walking along a stone-cobbled path, looking for somebody. Who was he looking for? He didn't know, he just knew that if he didn't find them soon that terrible things were going to happen. As he walked further down the stony road, the already fire-red sky turned to a deep blood red. There were no clouds in the sky and the street was deserted. Everything was still and utterly silent. Suddenly, he heard a deep clunking noise on the cobblestone. He whirled around to find a tall figure dressed all in black holding a black cane with a silver serpent on the top. He knew that cane... Suddenly, the tip of the man's wand emerged from under his cloak and he uttered a spell... He was suddenly filled with the most terrible pain imaginable. He fell to the ground screaming, as he was sure, his skin was being burned off of him, inch by excruciating inch. He was thinking: Merlin, let me die now and get away from this terrible pain... Hurts so much... Want it to stop...
-Harry awoke screaming, sweat dripping down his face. He wanted to curl himself up into a tight ball, his fetal position. He wanted to try and climb inside himself, but for some reason he couldn't move... He tried to move his arm, but he yelped as sharp needles stabbed their way through his entire body. His eyelids felt so heavy. He was in so much pain... Everything hurt on him. He faintly heard voices coming from the background, but the pain was too much for his body to handle, and he blacked out.
-When he awoke again, he was feeling a little better. He slowly opened his eyes and let them adjust to the surrounding light. He could not see a thing... Oh, he didn't have his glasses on. As much as it hurt, he sat up and reached out on the ground, trying to find them. But instead of his hands hitting the hard, wooden floor of his cupboard, they landed softly on a cushioned surface. Harry squinted, trying to force his eyes to see where he was, but it was no use, everything was blurry. Harry became vaguely aware of a person sitting down next to him but he couldn't see who it was. The person's hand reached over to him and a sudden fear struck him. He was sitting on a bed... Uncle Vernon's bed... That only meant one thing, tonight was Wednesday... Harry started to panic; he scooted as far away as he could from that grasping hand. He vaguely heard himself mutter something incomprehensible, before he curled himself up into a little ball, awaiting what was coming.
-He expected the hand to move up his leg and travel somewhere Harry didn't want it to go, but it didn't. He touched his shoulder; but this didn't matter to him... It was human contact and to him, that always brought pain... As soon as Harry felt the hand come and rest on his shoulder, he screamed and backed himself up even more, until he was barely hanging off the bed. But the hand would not stop... Harry knew it... So, as the hand made it's way to his face, Harry flinched, expecting a blow, and fell off the bed, hitting his head on what Harry expected, was a night table. He heard himself mutter the words: "Please, don't hurt me Uncle Vernon..." and he fainted, curled up on the floor with blood leaking from his head.
