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Chapter 1
"Boy! Get down here and make breakfast now before Vernon and Dudley wake." Petunia drawled, waiting for Harry's 'coming aunt Petunia' response before heading into the kitchen. He knew what would happen if he didn't finish, or even if he did. His uncle would still find a reason to beat and starve him no matter what. He had ultimately gotten used to it, but this time things seemed to have gotten a lot worse this time.
The Dursley's certainly didn't want him and he knew that. After taking him in rather reluctantly they forced him to earn his keep, well more like being their slave at their disposal. They were looking forward to the day the boy moved out of their home forever. They'd throw a party and clean the house of any dregs of Harry, not that there was much there showing his presence there. The little belongings he had stored in Dudley's spare room which they'd allowed Harry to stay and live in.
Turning onto his side and swinging his legs out of the bed as he pushed his abdomen up, hands planted on the bed. It was the easiest way to get up without jarring his ribs too much. Being as quietly as possible so as not to cause any disturbance he headed into the kitchen finding Petunia taking food out of the fridge.
Taking up the sausages and taking out six he placed them into the pan, sensing Petunia was watching him. Probably hoping he'd mess up so she could get Vernon to beat him for it. Thoughts whirred through his mind as he finished sticking everything on the pan, being careful to not burn anything, even slightly.
While the house was quiet he figured he'd make the most of it. Making breakfast wasn't the worst of his duties but was always easier done not in the presence of his uncle. The man loved nothing more than slapping Harry about the head for anything no matter how small.
Harry winced as a sharp pain shot through his ribs as he reached up to take plates out of the press. He guessed a few of his ribs were broken after being kicked and thrown against the wall, catching his side on the shelf. Perhaps today maybe he'd be spared a beating as bad as yesterday. Just maybe he'd be lucky this time.
Scars and cuts littered his body, especially his back, most of which were fresh. The cuts never got a chance to heal completely with the number of times Vernon's belt was pelted down on his underweight frame. He simply couldn't keep any of his oversized clothes free from blood. They were simply blood-stained like it was part of the pattern.
At that moment as he got everything set on the table, the sound of creaking stairs dragged him out of his thoughts. His uncle and cousin had awoken and were coming.
"Boy! Breakfast better be ready, we're starving." Vernon drawled barging into the room, Dudley following suit.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry replied Placing the dirty dishes into the sink.
His relatives sat around the table and started eating. Harry did all the cooking there was to be done in the house and the majority of the chores, and the Dursley's weren't in any hurry to change it. The freak had to earn his keep for they provided him with a roof over his head, clothes, and a room. It was simply more than the boy deserved according to them.
As Harry set to dry the pan and cutlery, Vernon spoke, "we're going out today to the zoo then going to the shops for Dudley. You're coming with us freak but you better not do anything freakish. No breaking enclosures or setting snakes on Dudley." Vernon glared at Harry as he spoke.
The encounter a few years ago flashed through his mind. He'd have to be extra careful this time but it didn't help that trouble seemed to always find him, no matter what he did. With a nod, Harry wiped a cloth over the counter staying as far away from his uncle as possible without leaving the room. He hated being forced to go out with them, it never ended well for him. Something seemed to always happen, much to their sick satisfaction.
With the Dursley's finished their breakfast Harry moved over to grab the plates and eat the remains, which wasn't much but better than nothing. It was the only food they were allowing him to eat this summer. If he was lucky, which wasn't very often he'd be allowed a piece of toast but that was rare. Reaching out to grab his uncle's plate a beefy palm was raised to his head and made contact with the side of his neck.
"Quick boy! We need to leave soon." Biting his bottom lip to stop himself from yelping, which would only serve to egg his uncle on further. He was bad enough without being encouraged and he wasn't about to give him the added satisfaction of having caused him pain. He already had enough of it already.
Moving swiftly Harry got all the plates washed, dried, and in the press without another smacking and left to get ready. Stepping past his uncle he made to get into the car only for the man to grab him by the collar.
"Any freakish behaviour boy you'll pay for it."Vernon sneered, spit hitting Harry in the eye. Harry had gotten so used to it happening he'd stopped reacting, merely standing there till it stopped. With a shove backward, Harry slipped into the car beside Dudley and hoped for an uneventful drive.
Looking out as the scenery slipped by the window his mind began to wander. Life with his relatives was horrible. He didn't belong there. Hogwarts was his home and he felt like he belonged in that world. Well anywhere was better than at the Dursley's. A stray cat would be better treated than he was and he knew that. More food and simply better treatment. No beatings, which Harry envied.
He'd much rather stay with Mrs. Figg at least she wouldn't beat him like a ragdoll but it was Dumbledore's orders to stay with the Dursley's. He was 'safe' there according to him. If that was what safe was, he wondered what he'd count as the opposite. Dumbledore was a strange man and didn't like to be proved wrong or spoken back to for that matter.
"What are you doing boy!" Vernon bellowed as if Harry was over the other side of the road.
"Nothing uncle Vernon. Just thinking." He added as an afterthought, hoping it would be enough to get his uncle off his case.
"About what? How little of a life you live and are leading." Vernon retorted knowing exactly what buttons to press to annoy Harry.
"Shut up-" Harry made to open the door only to realise it was locked. "I belong in the magical world. Hogwarts is my home, not here." He was getting fed up with the way they treated him and wanted nothing more than to leave. He knew answering back to his uncle wasn't going to get him anywhere but still, he tried. Anywhere was better than living with them.
That was all Vernon needed to attempt to bring the car to a halt and turn round to face Harry. "You ungrateful brat after all we do for you and you say that. You'll wish you never said that boy!" Vernon's face turned bright red.
The car began slowly moving forwards. "Vernon, the car, it's moving. Stop it please." Petunia pleaded, fear and panic coating her every word.
By the time Vernon had turned back around and realised what she had said, it was too late. They were moving quite rapidly down the hill, picking up speed as they went. Jamming on the break. It was simply too late. The back wheels skidded and they hit the metal side rail. At speed. The screech of metal against metal filled the air. They were thrown forwards as airbags were displaced.
Slowly coming around Harry looked around him. Vernon and Petunia's unmoving heads planted into the airbags. Whether they were alive or dead, he didn't know. Dudley on the other hand was against the door, hands wrapped around his abdomen.
Harry tried to move his legs only to get a small movement in return. Have I injured my spine? Harry thought. He knew his knee had rammed into the door upon impact but that was all he was aware of. He had always wanted a different life but a spinal injury certainly wasn't the life he wanted.
Next, he knew flashing lights crowded his vision. Paramedics had come. Someone must have noticed they had veered off and rang the emergency services. Harry did his best to settle his breathing and allow himself to be helped by paramedics.
'Maybe this is the beginning of my new life, he thought as darkness enveloped him.
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