Title: Just 1 little change...
Disclaimer: None of the Harry potter characters are mine, all I own is the plot
A/N: Ok, sorry it took me a long time to write, I have a minor case of writers block, so soon to! This is kind of forced out so, we will see how it goes won't we? I'm really sorry if this chapter is really boring, writers block is an awful thing!
Chapter 4
Harry Potter woke up to a knocking on his door.
"Harry, get up honey, its time to eat breakfast." Mrs. Bradshaw called.
Harry muttered something under his breath, then told Mrs. Bradshaw he would be down soon. Slowly he got out of his plain wooden bed. He searched
around his small messy room for a while before finally finding a pair of jeans
and a t-shirt that wasn't dirty. Then slowly walked into the kitchen, still half asleep. He groggily ate his breakfast and tried to brush his unruly hair. Harry Potter wasn't what you would call enormously cute, but he was ok in
the looks department. He had small-rimmed glasses that enhanced his green eyes and made them shine. His face was a nice shape and his jet-black hair
somehow looked good on him. His scar, though barely noticeable, was what Harry liked most about his face. It looked exactly like a lighting bolt and he
liked how it looked. Finally finished getting ready, Harry slowly picked up his backpack and got in the car.
Later that day Harry sat on the playground, leaning against the wall and eating lunch. As he ate he watched the other kids play and talk. Harry longed to be with them, playing and talking with friends. Unfortunately though Harry had no one to play or talk to. Although Harry wasn't a geek like Joe, a fat and mean boy who always begged people for food, he was not a popular person. This was not because he was a shy person or didn't know how to socialize though. In fact he was very good at socializing and had made some friends from places he went or on his street. No, the problem was Dudley.
Dudley and his gang of friends ruled their grade. Anyone they decided to pick on was deemed nobody. Harry's problem was even worse than other victims though. Harry was the 1st one on the list. Dudley hated Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw. The reason was simple. Mrs. Bradshaw, having a bad temper, sued the Dursleys. With the help of Mrs. Figg she won. The Dursleys now lived in a rather small house with only one car and not as many presents for Dudley. This was why Dudley hated Harry. At least one of the reasons.
Actually anyone who really watched Harry in action knew that Dudley and his gang were actually a little scared of Harry. When Harry was beat up he never screamed or pleaded, in fact he usually insulted them right before they hit him. No one else did that. For Harry was determined that when they beat him up he would defend himself and at least get a little pleasure out of insulting Dudley before getting the hell punched out of him. Harry Potter always stood his ground.
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Harry struggled, trying to get free from the hands holding his arms behind his back. Although Harry was used to getting beat up, he was sometimes able to get away or duck punches, he had very fast reflexes, but not today. Harry stopped struggling and merely glared at the boy in front of him. Dudley's stupid, fat face leered in front of his, grinning like a jack-o-lantern. Harry felt anger rise up in him suddenly, why did they have to do this all the time, couldn't they at least let go of his arms so he could try to fight back?
Dudley smiled harder, and almost laughed in glee, making his 9 chins wobble. Although he did it often, beating up Harry was always his favorite game. Dudley decided to say something smart and witty to scare this little person. He stood there thinking, thinking, thinking, finally he decided on what to say. Trying to smirk, but failing miserably Dudley said in what Harry supposed was supposed to be a smart voice, "Any last words?" "Oh aren't you smart, you gay ass! Copying lines from an old western movie," Harry said sarcastically, "I am quaking in fear, really I am!" Dudley stood there, thinking about these words for a while, trying to figure out what Harry meant. Finally he got it. Dudley growled and punched Harry straight in the eye. Harry's glasses shattered. Harry instinctively closed his eyes so glass wouldn't get in them. Though silently cussing out Dudley for breaking his glasses, Harry just stared at Dudley coldly, hardly flinching when Dudley punched him.
After about 10 minutes of this, Dudley started getting bored. Finally he stopped. He looked at Harry, expecting him to be screaming and moaning, instead all he saw was Harry's face, black and blue, all that is except his eyes, Harry's eyes burned emerald green and seemed to almost explode with unusual coldness and hatred. Dudley was horrified for a moment, then became angry, Harry didn't even seem to feel hurt! Dudley solidly punched Harry in the nose and felt the bone crack. Harry let out a little groan, barely heard, but still there. Dudley's friend Piers, who was holding Harry's arms, let go suddenly. Harry's knees seemed to collapse, but then Harry slowly straitened up and stared hatefully right at Dudley. Suddenly Harry, almost acting on instinct, punched Dudley right in the eye. Dudley screamed and ran home crying and the rest of the gang quickly went also.
Harry sighed and immediately slumped against the brick wall. After tearing a piece out of his no-longer-white t-shirt Harry wiped all the blood off his face and staunched the bleeding in his nose. Harry carefully felt his nose and knew immediately that there was no way it would set straight. Harry's nose would be crooked permanently. Slowly Harry walked back to the house, all the while trying to clean himself up, knowing that when Mrs. Bradshaw saw him she would throw a fit and probably try to march over to the Dursleys and kill Dudley. Although Harry really didn't mind if she killed Dudley, Mrs. Bradshaw would probably be in trouble so Harry tried to make the bruises look as best he could and fix his nose to the best of his ability, it was of course, no use.
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Mrs. Bradshaw had been madder than Harry had ever seen her. From the moment Harry had walked through the door Mrs. Bradshaw had been trying to get out and "teach that stupid ******* a lesson that he wont forget, even when he goes to ****! It took Harry a half an hour to convince her not to go kill Dudley and now 3 hours later, while she was treating Harry's face, Mrs. Bradshaw was still muttering non-stop about 'that little bastard...' Harry only smiled.
That night Harry lay in bed, unable to go to sleep, thinking about his nose and bruises. "Imagine the rumors that will be going around when I come in tomorrow!" Harry thought restlessly. "And my nose, gosh, my god damn nose! It will be crooked forever! I will always look like a freak! And its all /his/ fault..." And so Harry Potter lay there restlessly waiting and worrying...
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"Harry!" called Mrs. Bradshaw, "Wake up, school time!' Harry groaned, immediately remembering that something bad was going to happen today. Then he remembered, his nose and face. Harry groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but finally got up and got dressed, deliberately not looking in the mirror, afraid of what he might see. Finally after brushing his hair and teeth he turned around and looked in the mirror.
Harry Potter stood there, gaping at himself for almost a minute. Finally he reached up and touched his face and nose, as if he didn't know they were there. The face in the mirror was fine. No bruises, no blood, no broken nose!!!
Slowly Harry walked downstairs, not believing what he saw, was it all just a dream? When he got into the kitchen he looked at Mrs. Bradshaw, who was busy cooking, not looking at him she told him to eat up. Harry cleared his throat and waited for Mrs. Bradshaw to turn around. Finally she did. Staring at him, Mrs. Bradshaw gasped and touched his nose. She looked at Harry, but didn't say anything. Harry didn't either. Finally Mrs. Bradshaw told him that they had better go to school, Harry nodded his head and slowly headed out the door thinking, "Wait till Dudley sees this...
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A/N Ok, what did you think, good, bad, better, worse, what? I am sorry for people who want this story to get to Hogwarts, I thought this chapter would be him getting his letter, but then I got the fight idea and just kept going. About the reviews...THANK YOU!!!!!!!! It is amazing, either more people are reading this, more people reviewed or lots of people liked chapter 3 because for chapter 2 I had 8 reviews. Not that good. Today I checked my reviews, 16!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is sooooooooo amazing!!! Thank you! I doubled my reviews in one chapter! Anyway I know I am rambling now so I'll stop now. Just wanted 2 thank u! Bye!
NEXT CHAPTER: Harry gets his Hogwarts letter, how will he take it, what will Mrs. Bradshaw say? Read to find out!!!
Disclaimer: None of the Harry potter characters are mine, all I own is the plot
A/N: Ok, sorry it took me a long time to write, I have a minor case of writers block, so soon to! This is kind of forced out so, we will see how it goes won't we? I'm really sorry if this chapter is really boring, writers block is an awful thing!
Chapter 4
Harry Potter woke up to a knocking on his door.
"Harry, get up honey, its time to eat breakfast." Mrs. Bradshaw called.
Harry muttered something under his breath, then told Mrs. Bradshaw he would be down soon. Slowly he got out of his plain wooden bed. He searched
around his small messy room for a while before finally finding a pair of jeans
and a t-shirt that wasn't dirty. Then slowly walked into the kitchen, still half asleep. He groggily ate his breakfast and tried to brush his unruly hair. Harry Potter wasn't what you would call enormously cute, but he was ok in
the looks department. He had small-rimmed glasses that enhanced his green eyes and made them shine. His face was a nice shape and his jet-black hair
somehow looked good on him. His scar, though barely noticeable, was what Harry liked most about his face. It looked exactly like a lighting bolt and he
liked how it looked. Finally finished getting ready, Harry slowly picked up his backpack and got in the car.
Later that day Harry sat on the playground, leaning against the wall and eating lunch. As he ate he watched the other kids play and talk. Harry longed to be with them, playing and talking with friends. Unfortunately though Harry had no one to play or talk to. Although Harry wasn't a geek like Joe, a fat and mean boy who always begged people for food, he was not a popular person. This was not because he was a shy person or didn't know how to socialize though. In fact he was very good at socializing and had made some friends from places he went or on his street. No, the problem was Dudley.
Dudley and his gang of friends ruled their grade. Anyone they decided to pick on was deemed nobody. Harry's problem was even worse than other victims though. Harry was the 1st one on the list. Dudley hated Harry and Mrs. Bradshaw. The reason was simple. Mrs. Bradshaw, having a bad temper, sued the Dursleys. With the help of Mrs. Figg she won. The Dursleys now lived in a rather small house with only one car and not as many presents for Dudley. This was why Dudley hated Harry. At least one of the reasons.
Actually anyone who really watched Harry in action knew that Dudley and his gang were actually a little scared of Harry. When Harry was beat up he never screamed or pleaded, in fact he usually insulted them right before they hit him. No one else did that. For Harry was determined that when they beat him up he would defend himself and at least get a little pleasure out of insulting Dudley before getting the hell punched out of him. Harry Potter always stood his ground.
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Harry struggled, trying to get free from the hands holding his arms behind his back. Although Harry was used to getting beat up, he was sometimes able to get away or duck punches, he had very fast reflexes, but not today. Harry stopped struggling and merely glared at the boy in front of him. Dudley's stupid, fat face leered in front of his, grinning like a jack-o-lantern. Harry felt anger rise up in him suddenly, why did they have to do this all the time, couldn't they at least let go of his arms so he could try to fight back?
Dudley smiled harder, and almost laughed in glee, making his 9 chins wobble. Although he did it often, beating up Harry was always his favorite game. Dudley decided to say something smart and witty to scare this little person. He stood there thinking, thinking, thinking, finally he decided on what to say. Trying to smirk, but failing miserably Dudley said in what Harry supposed was supposed to be a smart voice, "Any last words?" "Oh aren't you smart, you gay ass! Copying lines from an old western movie," Harry said sarcastically, "I am quaking in fear, really I am!" Dudley stood there, thinking about these words for a while, trying to figure out what Harry meant. Finally he got it. Dudley growled and punched Harry straight in the eye. Harry's glasses shattered. Harry instinctively closed his eyes so glass wouldn't get in them. Though silently cussing out Dudley for breaking his glasses, Harry just stared at Dudley coldly, hardly flinching when Dudley punched him.
After about 10 minutes of this, Dudley started getting bored. Finally he stopped. He looked at Harry, expecting him to be screaming and moaning, instead all he saw was Harry's face, black and blue, all that is except his eyes, Harry's eyes burned emerald green and seemed to almost explode with unusual coldness and hatred. Dudley was horrified for a moment, then became angry, Harry didn't even seem to feel hurt! Dudley solidly punched Harry in the nose and felt the bone crack. Harry let out a little groan, barely heard, but still there. Dudley's friend Piers, who was holding Harry's arms, let go suddenly. Harry's knees seemed to collapse, but then Harry slowly straitened up and stared hatefully right at Dudley. Suddenly Harry, almost acting on instinct, punched Dudley right in the eye. Dudley screamed and ran home crying and the rest of the gang quickly went also.
Harry sighed and immediately slumped against the brick wall. After tearing a piece out of his no-longer-white t-shirt Harry wiped all the blood off his face and staunched the bleeding in his nose. Harry carefully felt his nose and knew immediately that there was no way it would set straight. Harry's nose would be crooked permanently. Slowly Harry walked back to the house, all the while trying to clean himself up, knowing that when Mrs. Bradshaw saw him she would throw a fit and probably try to march over to the Dursleys and kill Dudley. Although Harry really didn't mind if she killed Dudley, Mrs. Bradshaw would probably be in trouble so Harry tried to make the bruises look as best he could and fix his nose to the best of his ability, it was of course, no use.
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Mrs. Bradshaw had been madder than Harry had ever seen her. From the moment Harry had walked through the door Mrs. Bradshaw had been trying to get out and "teach that stupid ******* a lesson that he wont forget, even when he goes to ****! It took Harry a half an hour to convince her not to go kill Dudley and now 3 hours later, while she was treating Harry's face, Mrs. Bradshaw was still muttering non-stop about 'that little bastard...' Harry only smiled.
That night Harry lay in bed, unable to go to sleep, thinking about his nose and bruises. "Imagine the rumors that will be going around when I come in tomorrow!" Harry thought restlessly. "And my nose, gosh, my god damn nose! It will be crooked forever! I will always look like a freak! And its all /his/ fault..." And so Harry Potter lay there restlessly waiting and worrying...
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"Harry!" called Mrs. Bradshaw, "Wake up, school time!' Harry groaned, immediately remembering that something bad was going to happen today. Then he remembered, his nose and face. Harry groaned and tried to go back to sleep, but finally got up and got dressed, deliberately not looking in the mirror, afraid of what he might see. Finally after brushing his hair and teeth he turned around and looked in the mirror.
Harry Potter stood there, gaping at himself for almost a minute. Finally he reached up and touched his face and nose, as if he didn't know they were there. The face in the mirror was fine. No bruises, no blood, no broken nose!!!
Slowly Harry walked downstairs, not believing what he saw, was it all just a dream? When he got into the kitchen he looked at Mrs. Bradshaw, who was busy cooking, not looking at him she told him to eat up. Harry cleared his throat and waited for Mrs. Bradshaw to turn around. Finally she did. Staring at him, Mrs. Bradshaw gasped and touched his nose. She looked at Harry, but didn't say anything. Harry didn't either. Finally Mrs. Bradshaw told him that they had better go to school, Harry nodded his head and slowly headed out the door thinking, "Wait till Dudley sees this...
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A/N Ok, what did you think, good, bad, better, worse, what? I am sorry for people who want this story to get to Hogwarts, I thought this chapter would be him getting his letter, but then I got the fight idea and just kept going. About the reviews...THANK YOU!!!!!!!! It is amazing, either more people are reading this, more people reviewed or lots of people liked chapter 3 because for chapter 2 I had 8 reviews. Not that good. Today I checked my reviews, 16!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is sooooooooo amazing!!! Thank you! I doubled my reviews in one chapter! Anyway I know I am rambling now so I'll stop now. Just wanted 2 thank u! Bye!
NEXT CHAPTER: Harry gets his Hogwarts letter, how will he take it, what will Mrs. Bradshaw say? Read to find out!!!