Disclaimer: Duh, I don't own Harry Potter
A/N: This chapter was very emotional for me to write...please enjoy...
After Draco and Snape left, Uncle Vernon slammed the door with such force that it shook the house. He turned to Harry, his beady eyes glinting with malice and such a loathing hatred in his eyes it made Harry's blood run cold.
"Care to explain, boy?!" spat Uncle Vernon, fighting to keep from screaming at Harry. Harry shook his head, eyes wide with fear and apprehension.
"So you have, NO idea, why those...those FREAKS came to our door?!" shouted Uncle Vernon. Harry shook his head again, fearing the worst from his uncle.
"ANSWER ME!" roared Uncle Vernon, causing Harry to flinch. Wrong move on his part...Uncle Vernon noticed it and set upon the boy like a bat out of hell. He slapped Harry right across the face, knocking the already shaken boy to ground where he hit his head on the stairs. He squeezed his eyes closed and not a sound escaped his lips as the larger man rained blows upon his already frail body, still not making a sound. After Harry had been thoroughly bruised, Uncle Vernon dragged him to his feet and shoved him up the stairs to his room. He shoved Harry through the door, nearly knocking Harry to the ground as he did. Harry stumbled but caught his balance by grabbing onto his bedpost. He turned around as his uncle took his belt off and advanced on Harry.
"I really had no idea." said Harry, his voice shaking. He silenced by a punch to the stomach. Harry dropped to his knees with a small whimper of pain. Uncle Vernon smirked gleefully.
"You'll learn not to have those freaks over here." he spat, raising his fat arm. With a swish of air, the whale of a man brought the belt down. Harry cried out in pain as the sharp metal belt buckle tore into his skin, drawing blood. Uncle Vernon ignored his pained cries, continuing to beat him mercilessly. Harry hit the ground, twitching in pain. Hell would be better than here...blood slowly leaked out of the large gashes in his skin. His uncle's thick fist crashed into the side of Harry's face, incurring a weak cry of pain from the bleeding boy and sending his glasses flying. His uncle beat him to a bloody pulp, nare an area of skin left untouched. The deep red blood seeped into the wood, making a permanent stain. Harry's pain filled eyes were leaking clear sparkling tears, wishing he could just be put out of his misery. He was barely conscious as his uncle continued to beat him without ceasing. Finally after what seemed hours to Harry, Uncle Vernon stopped and left him with a final kick to the stomach before leaving him bleeding on the floor. After a few moments, Harry dragged himself into a sitting position. His breathing was labored and his skin white as snow. He rested his head against the wall, trying to block the agonizing pain from his mind. He just wanted things over...no more pain...no more hurt...Harry pulled himself up and stumbled over to his desk and pulled out a pen and paper. He pulled the cap off and with shaky hands wrote,
The last living will and testimony of Harry James Potter
after finishing writing Harry folded it up neatly, only getting a few drops of blood onto it. With shaking hands, he tucked it into his jean pocket before getting up and staggering over to the nightstand where a porcelain lamp rested. He picked it up in his weak hands, dropping it to the floor where it shattered into a seven large pieces pieces. He searched for the sharpest piece he could, turning it over in his hands. He let out a soft sigh, thinking of Ron, Hermione and the Weasleys. For a moment he faltered, but then shook his head. He was worthless. A burden upon others. This was for the best. Without another seconds thought, he brought the sharp edge of the broken shard to his wrist, digging into his skin. He cut as deep as he could stand, scarlet blood staining the white porcelain. He cut three more times before doing the same to his other wrist. He felt relief wash over himself as blood flowed down his arms and onto the floor. He slumped to the ground, his entire body limp. He could hear distant voices downstairs and then he could see a light. He could hear his mother and father. Harry could feel their presence and feel himself drifting away from the real world and into the etherworld. There was nothing. He couldn't feel anything. No pain, no warmth, nothing. It was all gone. Harry could see his parents now. His mother's dark red hair and his father's messy black hair, so like his own. Then, he heard a voice from reality. It was young and scared. Harry knew the voice, but he couldn't put his finger on who it was. The voice was screaming, calling for help from anyone. He was crying. Who would cry for him? Finally , the darkness embraced Harry, leaving all the pain and heartbreak behind him...
Oof. That chapter was really hard for me to write. Read and review? What did ya'll think?