Harry Potter and St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys:
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Chapter Eleven: Time Flies
The next few years passed quickly for Harry he went to school, came home for summer and went back to school. His Uncle still raped him and the beatings seemed to get worse each year, his Uncle was now using knives to trace patterns into his skin. Harry was glad that he could use the glamour charm; it stopped people from asking questions. Harry had also learned how to heal himself from any injuries that he received, without feeling too tired afterwards; although it always left scars.
He had read through all the books that he had gotten at Diagon Alley, but had not gotten another chance to go into the Wizarding world. Dudley had become a bigger bully and he would chase harry on his moped it was the improved version of Harry Hunting. Harry had become a very fast runner. Dudley's gang had taken to trying to beat him if Dudley was there or not. It was times like these that Harry was glad that he had learned how to knife fight, the left him alone after that, unless Dudley was around. He had used what he knew of Karate and Judo once while Dudley was there and even though he had won he had paid dearly for it when he got back to Private Drive. He had used the money that he had left from his trip to Gringotts to buy books on Karate and Judo so he could learn more.
Harry had also become quite good at picking locks and would stay out late and then sleep in the garage; after a while though his Aunt and Uncle had locked him in his cupboard for two weeks, after a really bad beating because of this. Harry was careful not to be home after Dudley again. Not that he really wanted to be there, but at least it was better than the streets. He excelled at school and got high grades in all of his classes, he loved music the most though. He could now play guitar and was learning how to play the piano.
St. Brutus's was very strict and while they did not get caught fighting very often it still happened. The excuse was always that they had fallen down, it had tradition behind it. You wouldn't dare admit that you had been fighting, or even worse say who you had been fighting with. It would get you labeled as a rat and then you would be a target for anyone who wanted to bully you, no one would help. Harry had learned to rely on himself, he couldn't go to the social workers when he got in a fight, they would try, but they were reluctant to expel or suspend people as they would go back to Juvie if they did. Harry didn't talk to his year mates much, and they wanted nothing to do with him. He was one of the few who had not been to Juvie, and he was seen as a goody-goody by a lot of them.
Harry had learned many things over the years; he could stitch wounds, and knew that if he could get his hands of alcohol it would numb the internal pain. He also was quite good at stealing, he had to get food. The Dursley's didn't feed him much, his Uncle preferred him small. He mistrusted adults they either could not help him, or were the ones creating the problems. He became very closed off, he never cried no matter what was happening, he could not afford to show weakness, and sharing a room meant that he had no privacy.
"Boy, get up!" Aunt Petunia screeched, unlocking the cupboard. It was summer again, and Harry was back at the Dursley's. Getting up Harry went to make breakfast.
"You better not burn anything! I want everything to be perfect for my Dudders on his birthday." His Aunt warned him. Harry was carful making the food; if he burned it then his Uncle would burn his hand.
"I want food!" Dudley whined thumping down the stairs while Harry was finishing breakfast. Uncle Vernon was already at the table; quickly Harry served breakfast before doing the dishes and starting on the chores. He could hear Dudley whining that he did not get enough presents and his Aunt promising to get him another one.
Dudley would be going to smelting this year, and he had a new uniform that was orange and maroon, it looked awful. Not that his Aunt and Uncle thought that, they were so proud of their baby boy. Harry would be staying at 's. he was quite happy there so he did not mind. Bring, bring, the telephone was ringing.
"Bad news Vernon, that was Mrs. Figg, she can't take him. We'll have to take him with us."
So it was that harry went to the Zoo with Dudley. He had never been to the zoo before, he looked the snakes, he could talk to them.
"Look at that snake, you won't believe what it's doing!" Dudley exclaimed pushing Harry out of the way and pressing up against the glass. The glass vanished, and Dudley fell into the cage. The snake thanked him before slithering off. Harry looked up only to find that the glass had reappeared and Dudley was stuck inside the cage. Harry grinned, too bad his Uncle saw. Getting home he was locked in his cupboard for a week, and given a rather sever beating that left him unconscious.
When Harry woke up it was light out. Figuring he had only been unconscious for a few hours he decided that he would heal himself. Cleaning the wounds he focused on the skin and bones knitting back together. Feeling very tired after this he drifted back to sleep.
"Boy, get up!" His Aunt woke him up a few days later. He was glad to get out of his cupboard he was so bored, at least he could move around. Harry sighed there was a week to his eleventh birthday, he wondered if he would get a letter like his mom did. Would a professor come to his house and explain magic to him, would they explain things to his Aunt and Uncle? He snorted, yeah right, like an explanation would change anything. His Aunt and Uncle would probably act even worse towards him; if that was even possible.
He wondered what house he would be in. Definitely not Hufflepuff, he only trusted those who earned it, and not many did, he was not about to be loyal to anyone but himself, and those he trusted. No, Hufflepuff was out. Gryffindor, well he wasn't rash, bold or brave, so he didn't think he would get in their even if that's where his parents were. He figured that he would be in Slytherin or Ravenclaw. He didn't care which. The diary said that everyone thought that Slytherins were evil. Who splits the population up into quarters and then calls one quarter evil when they are only eleven? The whole house thing and sorting sounded ludicrous to him.
But what if he didn't get in, what if he had to stay here for his schooling, what would he do? Filled with worry and anticipation, the week passed by slowly until it was finally the day before his birthday. For once he was a little excited, even if his Uncle beat him, it would happen whether he worried about it or not. He tried not to think of the rapes, he couldn't hold it together if he did. They made him feel so dirty, and used. With these thoughts swirling around his head Harry was locked in his cupboard for the night and he was left there to try and sleep.
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