disclaimer: i dont own harry potter
~sylverwolf666
!abuse warning!
Prologue
"Uncle Vernon I swear I didn't do anything to Dudley! He was attacked by a dementor!" Harry shouted at his deranged uncle as he threw Harry into his room. locking the door behind him Vernon loomed over the boy, malice clear in his eyes. Harry scrambled backwards until he could stand up
"I'm telling the truth" he yelled standing his ground despite the dull ache in his side where he hit the floor. Vernon shrieked in rage, caterwauling for all he was worth.
"Shut up boy! I don't believe you, your a liar and a freak just like your useless parents!" in a flash, Vernon's hand was in the air. Before Harry could react the hand was brought down across the side of his head, knocking him off balance and causing him to crash headfirst into the bed frame. The sound of flesh hitting metal reverberated through the sudden silence that permeated the smallest bedroom of number 4 privet drive.
gingerly touching the spot where he hit his head Harry glared at his uncle.
"hitting me won't make a difference, I didn't attack Dudley!" if at all possible Vernon seemed to get angrier and Harry suddenly felt very afraid.
"I'll teach you to lie to me!" Vernon spat in fury, reaching for Harry who lurched backwards, head spinning as he did so. Harry warily looked up into the furious face of Vernon Dursley, black spots dancing across his vision as he stood up. He had to lean on the bed as sickening dizziness swamped him. Apparently this was the wrong move in Vernon's eyes. He lumbered forward yelling like a madman and slammed Harry's head into the nearest wall. The black spots vanished only to be replaced with a fuzzy grayness at the edges of his vision. Harry dropped to the floor like a stone, and this time he didn't get up.
Vernon, still shaking with rage proceed to punch and kick Harry mercilessly. Harry pleaded for him to stop at first but over time his voice failed him and he lay there brokenly. Punch by punch Harry weakened until his breathing had slowed to a faint whisper. By the time Vernon was done he was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Harry on the other hand was unconscious and bleeding sluggishly from the many cuts that littered his body. It was then that Vernon realized what state the boy was in, thinking quickly he decided to dump him somewhere and let him die. Vernon grabbed the ratty blankets they had let the boy use and wrapped him in it.
Grabbing the edge of the bundle he began dragging it down the stairs, Harry's already damaged head hitting each step on the way down. He tugged the bundle down the hall to the front door. He had just unlocked the front door when petunia found him
"what happened?" she gasped, paling rapidly as she gazed at the bloodstained bundle lying by Vernon's feet
"is he dead?" she whispered lowly, glancing around as if expecting to see a neighbor looking in the windows.
"Not yet, he will before long however. He refused to tell me what he did to Dudley and I might have gotten a little carried away trying to get him to talk."
"hurry and get rid of it then! I'll go clean up the blood." Petunia briskly walked away shushing Dudley as she walked by the kitchen where he was still sitting, dazed and injured from the dementors.
Vernon dragged the bundle out of the house, he unlocked his car and hoisted the bundle into the trunk. Getting in the car he started it and drove off into the night. He hummed a tune as he drove ignoring that harry potter, the boy who lived, was barely clinging to life in the trunk.