Title: Harry's Firsts
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but you probably already know that well at least if you know how to read you do...if you don't why are you even here?
Summary: A five year old Harry was just put to bed for the night and is about to wake up the next morning to find…..something he has never experienced before
Warnings: Can be a slight bit depressing in places...or so I have been told. Harry talks a lot about an emotionally and physically abusive home life briefly throughout the chapters.
AN: Yep another short chapter this is probably going to become a trend seeing as I like to spend more time reading fanfictions than writing my own because i'm trash but okay let's get on with this.
Chapter Three: Harry's First "Backwards Nightmare"
Harry woke up at 7:30 the next morning back in his cupboard. Harry burst into tears. What a strange backwards nightmare. Harry tried to take a breath to calm his sobs but it came out shaky and broken. Crying doesn't help anything he mentally scolded himself repeating his uncle's words. He got up off of his blanket on the ground and crept out of the cupboard to see if he might be able to sneak some food. He was really hungry. However standing in Harrys way was his uncle vernon.
"What are you doing boy?" Harry's uncle all asked in a deep angry voice
"I-i was just going to m-make you breakfast s-sir."
"Sure you were boy get over here!"
Harry approached his uncle slowly he knew he was in big trouble. He had gotten caught. Harry's uncle waited until Harry had come close enough and pulled his hand back and slapped Harry with all the force he could muster. The small boy fell to the ground crying out in pain his little cheek was covered with a huge bruise shaped like a handprint.
"Stand up you weakling."
"S-sorry sir."
Harry stood up only to be knocked to the ground yet again by a blow to the abdomen. Harry was trying so hard not to cry but it was too difficult. Tears streamed over Harry's bruised cheeks causing his uncle to lash out yet again kicking the boy in the ribs and stomach over and over. Finally Harry passed out and his uncle ceased his kicking grabbed the boy and threw him back into his cupboard.
Harry woke to wet cheeks and aching limbs. He was sitting in the middle of a bed. He didn't recognise the room he was in. Harry screamed and in a flash snape had appeared in the doorway.
'Harry! Are you alright?"
"Wh-what is going on?"
"You just woke up. I heard you yelling and came to check on you."
"Is this just another backwards nightmare?"
"You mean a dream? No this is real."
"Oh o-okay."
"Why don't you come to breakfast."
"Yes sir."
Harry got up out of the bed and walked down the hall to the dining room.
"I thought this was all just a backwards nightmare…"
End Chapter Three
A/N: I am soooo sorry that i didn't get this out sooner i was having major writers block and no real motivation to write this. It has been a really hectic summer for me (My first vacation: A trip to Disneyland and Universal Studios in california). Once again i just want to apologize for the long wait and i hope to get more out now that school is going to be starting up again and it will boost my want to write...I hope to update soon. Hey this is so strange but im actually getting this posted in 2020 almost my beta never reviewed it and i forgot i finished this chapter i am soooooo soooooo sooooo sorry i hope you guys havent all left 3