Voldermort- the untold Truth
Chapter 3- the odd one out
A boy held his hands to his face trying desperately to obscure himself from the shadows above him. A group of boys encircled him, and stood there jeering at him, laughing at him, and mocking him. He could only wait; wait for the worst to pass, or for some miracle.
The eight year old black-haired boy sat down crouching on a set of steps of the orphanage's backdoor.
The grass was long and prickly, the trees looked almost lifeless, and the sun, the hot blub of light was fiery, blinding him, as he tried to obscure both the heat and the boys, not succeeding very well.
Another boy, a chubby, strong looking one (perhaps a leader) grabbed him by his knuckle and pulled him forcefully on his legs. The black-haired boy's hands still obscured his face.
"You don't belong here! Go back to where you came from, you little twat," the chubby one said scurvily. The rest called in a chorus one after the other, 'yes!'
He pushed him back down again, and the boy did not react.
"You have a father, so go back to him, we don't want you here understand? We are parentless," he said pointing at himself mainly, the others nodded their heads in agreement, "you have a father, you loser, so go back to him!"
The boys around him cried 'yes!' again.
"He doesn't want me," the boy uttered a silent reply.
"What was that, you git, what did you say?" the chubby one said as if he was mocking, as if the boy on the ground was nothing but a little mouse.
"I said, he doesn't want me," and the boy's face suddenly appeared as the hands slowly slid of his face like from a windscreen.
"'He doesn't want me,'" the chubby boy mocked, and the other boys laughed again. "Well we don't want you either!" and suddenly he began kicking the boy sitting on the floor, who didn't budge, or fight back. Only the pain was present in his face as he waited, while the other boy tortured him.
And so this violence continued for a while, the black-haired boy quietly waiting, not uttering a cry of pain, while the chubby one, with a smug look on his face continued to kick him, all around him, boys cheering and clapping. But the boy was used to it by now, it wasn't the first time he been kicked by the chubby one, or any other boy, except now he had enough.
All of a sudden, the chubby boy who was just about to give the black-haired one another blow, found his leg covered in a green bubbly substance, slowly melting and spreading upwards. The boy let out a shrill scream, as he realized his leg was slowly disappearing and because all of a sudden an agonizing pain came over him. Forgetting the black-haired boy, who was mildly bruised and shacking, he began to totter all the while screaming with pain. Realizing he couldn't walk, he fell miserably to the ground with a loud 'thump' screaming and crying. And then from the distance, a woman in grey came scampering over, pushing the tall rows of grass aside.
"What's going on here, what has happened?" She said in an angry, almost panicky voice as she searched through the boys. No one answered; there was silence except for the chubby boy's crying.
"What is this..." she didn't finish as she bent over the chubby boy and starred horrified at his melting leg. There was red flesh and bone there.
"Acid..." she whispered. Gently she lifted him without much struggle, for she was a big woman herself, full of strength and energy, and had lifted heavier things before.
"In you come, its time for sleep, "she called sharply as she carried the suffering boy in her arms as quickly as possible.
Quietly the others followed, avoiding the little boy who was watching them as they walked; the little boy who watched and smiled...