Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
He was happy once, he thought as the heavy steel door slammed shut. It had been a long time since he saw anything but the cold blackness he was now surrounded in. A long time since he had felt a loving touch and not a hand around his throat or his mouth being pried open or something big and painful in his backside.
He could remember the warm loving touch of the kind, red haired woman. He remembered the deep laughter of the two black haired men who played with him.
He could remember the snake man and the bright flash of green light that made the woman fall to the ground where she never got up.
He could remember the screaming and the weird ghost thingy.
He could remember the big man with the big beard who put him on a doorstep.
He remembered meeting the fat man and his woman who already hated him.
He remembered making his fat cousin float before he dropped him accidently and got himself stuck here.
He remembered being locked in a room even smaller than this one before he woke up here. He couldn't make anything float here.
He remembered the fat man and a slightly less fat man talking in front of him. When he opened his eyes next, he saw many men with big things attached to their hips and he saw a woman holding a weird thing in her hand. A camera, she called it.
He remembered the smile on her face as she watched him scream in pain from the big things disappearing into him somehow.
He remembered the fat man getting lots of money when it was finished.
He remembered it all.
He liked how he would go into his mind! He could do anything he wanted there! He could play with the black haired men, he could see the red haired woman, he could make things!
He especially liked making animals appear that would chase the fat man and his woman. That was loads of fun, especially when they got caught and started screaming.
Even his room in his mind was nice! It was big and it wasn't black! It got messy sometimes, so he had to clean it. That wasn't nice!
It was nice when it was clean though. He felt better.
He was going to stay here for as long as he could. It was so much more fun. Hardly anything got him to leave and he always saw everything later anyway.
Vernon was a professional Rugby player. He had a pretty wife who was on TV. It was a good life.
At least, it was. After an ACL injury that he never recovered from, everything went downhill. He couldn't play anymore, hell he could hardly walk. He drank and ate, again and again. Before he knew it he was fat, drunk driving, abusing and threatening politicians at street lights and in jail. It wasn't the best time to be Vernon Dursley then.
He had felt more pain in jail than he had throughout his entire Rugby career. Met some people too.
Petunia hadn't been doing too much better either. She'd once been a star on the soaps. Now? They tried to replace her with someone younger. He'd thought about trading her in before, he was glad he decided otherwise after it was on the news that the same woman was found dead and missing limbs. He didn't know what she did, nor could he prove anything but it was definitely her if the smug smirk was anything to go by. She also said something about steel at the time. He remembered that she had an estate in the country near an old steel mill. It was at that point he decided to never think about this again. Though, he couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the fact the woman was a near replica of her sister. Oh well.
She never did get her role back, in the end she was written out. That was what he was concerned about.
The one bright spot came from when their son, Dudley was born. Petunia seemed to have her youthful glow back once he was born. It was good, she was finally off his back. Even that didn't last though.
About a month after his first birthday, a child was found on the doorstep when he went to get the morning paper. It had green eyes. Just like that freak sister of Petunia. It should have been a warning, but for some reason they adopted him anyway. Not that it, ever appreciated that they did that. That was more than clear when it picked up poor little Dudley and ruthlessly smashed him head first on the kitchen tiles. On his second birthday no less! Poor boy had brain damage now, he would never make a full recovery all because of that little freak! Even now just thinking about it made his blood boil. Punching the little monster and throwing him into that musty cupboard under the stairs only made him feel a little better.
Apparently, the only way to stop magic from affecting everything around it was to lock said magical item or person in a completely steel trap. Rather fortunate for them, Petunia had a property that had a dungeon at the bottom completely made of steel. So, they moved out there and sold everything they didn't need. They didn't even tell anyone that they were leaving.
Once they arrived, the very first thing that they did was throw the little monster into the cell and after a satisfying crunch of bones meeting the steel floor, they closed the door. They wouldn't open the door for days.
A/N Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at writing FanFiction, so I hope you enjoy it! Just a warning, this will not be a happy story. There will be a lot of pain and suffering for the characters. It won't be particularly explicit until Harry gains an understanding of what is actually happening to him which may not be for a while depending on how quickly I handle the years before Hogwarts. Please review, feedback is highly appreciated.