Pain.
The four letter word that controlled Harry Potter's summers. That and literally starving. He would sit in his room- no, his uncle's torture chamber, without moving any muscles at all. Here he was. In a so-called "protected place". Ha. Voldemort himself had more mercy than his relatives. Right now, Harry sat in his "room", shivering, since uncle Vernon had cut off heat and air conditioning, and this was a very cold summer.
During the school year, uncle Vernon had taken charge in building a wall over the door to Harry's room, leaving only a tiny hole to slip the smallest, moldiest, and grossest amounts of food into. There was another spot where only uncle Vernon could go into, and give Harry beatings. Sometimes he would only use his hands, other times baseball bats or golf clubs, or belts.
This is what happened yesterday.
It was about 10:30 (he really didn't know, since there was no clock.) A.M. when uncle Vernon came in.
"Get up boy!" he roared.
Harry sat up painfully.
"Stand UP! NOW!"
Harry stood up on one leg.
"Guess what? I've just LOST MY JOB!!!" he screamed. "IF THIS IS SOME REASON OF GETTING BACK AT ME I WILL BEAT YOU SO HARD YOU WON'T KNOW WHAT WAS FOR DINNER YESTERDAY!!! AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR GODFATHER WILL DO TO ME, SO DON'T TRY THAT!"
'I wonder what was for dinner yesterday' Harry thought, but didn't say anything.
"WELL???" HE ROARED AGAIN.
"I didn't do it." Harry said quietly.
"I DONT BELIVE YOU!!!" and he took out one the things he brought with him and put it behind his back. It was either a belt, a baseball bat, or a golf club.
"Which do you think I should use??" his uncle asked tauntingly.
Harry gulped, "The belt??" he said meekly.
"No, try the. . ."
Harry gulped.
"1 wood," he took it out from his back and smacked it on his hands threateningly.
Harry gulped again. . . the hardest golf club.
"Lay down," uncle Vernon ordered.
Harry gingerly laid down.
His uncle hit him fifteen times in the stomach before he moved to the back.
By that time Harry was unconscious.
* * *
When Harry woke up there was a huge pain in his back, but he could breath. He felt his back. He knew there was a huge bruise there. He winced, but he knew he deserved it. After all, he could have at least tried to stopped Voldemort from killing Cedric. Still, though, he thought he had the right to get out of here, right? So since his relatives were asleep, he took time to write to Ron.
~Letter~
Dear Ron,
I need to get out of here! Can you please get me??
Harry.
~End Letter~
Harry sighed after Hedwig left and lied down. Then, out of thin air, a book fell out of the ceiling. It landed silently, and Harry fainted. (because of the pain)
* * *
Chap 1 done
If you didn't like the abuse in this chapter, it will be the only one with the Dursleys doing it, so please take time to read the rest of the story. (in the other ones it will be spells)
Prongs
The four letter word that controlled Harry Potter's summers. That and literally starving. He would sit in his room- no, his uncle's torture chamber, without moving any muscles at all. Here he was. In a so-called "protected place". Ha. Voldemort himself had more mercy than his relatives. Right now, Harry sat in his "room", shivering, since uncle Vernon had cut off heat and air conditioning, and this was a very cold summer.
During the school year, uncle Vernon had taken charge in building a wall over the door to Harry's room, leaving only a tiny hole to slip the smallest, moldiest, and grossest amounts of food into. There was another spot where only uncle Vernon could go into, and give Harry beatings. Sometimes he would only use his hands, other times baseball bats or golf clubs, or belts.
This is what happened yesterday.
It was about 10:30 (he really didn't know, since there was no clock.) A.M. when uncle Vernon came in.
"Get up boy!" he roared.
Harry sat up painfully.
"Stand UP! NOW!"
Harry stood up on one leg.
"Guess what? I've just LOST MY JOB!!!" he screamed. "IF THIS IS SOME REASON OF GETTING BACK AT ME I WILL BEAT YOU SO HARD YOU WON'T KNOW WHAT WAS FOR DINNER YESTERDAY!!! AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR GODFATHER WILL DO TO ME, SO DON'T TRY THAT!"
'I wonder what was for dinner yesterday' Harry thought, but didn't say anything.
"WELL???" HE ROARED AGAIN.
"I didn't do it." Harry said quietly.
"I DONT BELIVE YOU!!!" and he took out one the things he brought with him and put it behind his back. It was either a belt, a baseball bat, or a golf club.
"Which do you think I should use??" his uncle asked tauntingly.
Harry gulped, "The belt??" he said meekly.
"No, try the. . ."
Harry gulped.
"1 wood," he took it out from his back and smacked it on his hands threateningly.
Harry gulped again. . . the hardest golf club.
"Lay down," uncle Vernon ordered.
Harry gingerly laid down.
His uncle hit him fifteen times in the stomach before he moved to the back.
By that time Harry was unconscious.
* * *
When Harry woke up there was a huge pain in his back, but he could breath. He felt his back. He knew there was a huge bruise there. He winced, but he knew he deserved it. After all, he could have at least tried to stopped Voldemort from killing Cedric. Still, though, he thought he had the right to get out of here, right? So since his relatives were asleep, he took time to write to Ron.
~Letter~
Dear Ron,
I need to get out of here! Can you please get me??
Harry.
~End Letter~
Harry sighed after Hedwig left and lied down. Then, out of thin air, a book fell out of the ceiling. It landed silently, and Harry fainted. (because of the pain)
* * *
Chap 1 done
If you didn't like the abuse in this chapter, it will be the only one with the Dursleys doing it, so please take time to read the rest of the story. (in the other ones it will be spells)
Prongs