Broken Inside
Chapter 1-A Piece of Harry's Life
Authors Note: Only the plot is mine, no characters belong to me, they belong to brilliant Mrs.J.K Rowling
"Kill the Spare" Voldermort said in a icy voice ordering his fateful servant, Wormtail. "Avada Kadavra" Wormtail said pointing right a Cedric. *not again please* Harry thought before bright green light blinded harry's vision for a quarter of a second. Then heard a "thud". A dead classmate on the floor which flooded Harry's mind. *my fault.* Harry thought, before waking up with sweat running down his young face.
Now Harry Potter isn't an ordinary boy, for a matter of fact he is a wizard. Not any wizard. Famous in the wizard world, but not even reconized in the Muggle world. If you look at young Potter's forehead you see a thin lightning scar which is a souvenir of the fateful night, killing Lily and James Potter.
Harry was still panting, these nightmares were continuing into even worse ones. Luckily tonight it was one of those. The ones that his mother and father would blame him for everything he done wrong and blaming for there death. Or the ones Cedric blaming him for his, just to get Cho to like him. Sure he liked to be in Cedric shoes so Cho would be attracted to him, but never kill him! It was only the first week of the holidays and he has bruises and cuts on his legs, arms, back, and chest. His uncle, started to beat him everyday just for his pleasure, and occasionally he'll invite his son, Dudley and his friends to join in his fun.
Harry stayed up all night doing his potion homework. 4 foot essay! Not if he doesn't have the time. He really has the whole summer vacation nights, probably he couldn't do it during the day time. Usually would be flooded with orders, what chore to do. After the beatings and chores, Harry was sore obvoiusly.
The next morning Harry woke up around 6:00 am. *great slavery* Harry wispered to him self while looking in the bathroom mirror which he really isn't allowed to be in here. He looked at his pale face with a cut down his left cheek, and big bags under his bright emerald green eyes, but now they are dull green. His clothes were about 4 sizes too big for his. Really you believed these were his clothes! More like Dudley's old clothes. "Why am I, staring at my self?" muttered Harry to himself. A little to loudly, Uncle Vernon was heading to the bathroom as fast as his fat body proportion can take him.
"Boy! Why are you in the bathroom?" boomed Vernon which had a bright purple angry appearance, but on the other hand he had a slight malicious smile plastered on his fat lips.
"Sorry Sir, but." whispered Harry with his eyes tightly closed. *please.don't Uncle Vernon* Harry thought at the same time.
"That's not an answer! Now for your punishment," Vernon raised his voice for his first sentence, then lowered it for the last it with a huge mean smile on his face. Harry crawled into a ball getting ready to have some defense against Vernon, while Vernon took a towel metal holder. He started bashing it on top of Harry's head and then down his back.
The pain. I deserve it. Ouch! I wish Voldermort just killed me there and then, but then again torching is way more effective. Harry thought.
Vernon swung it one more time on his back and yelled, "Learned yet, Freak?"
"Yes Sir." Harry whimpered in pain. Don't cry, Harry, that is what he wants to see besides your going to be 15 soon. 14 and 15 years old don't cry
"Get out of my sight now!" Vernon yelled then kicked him hard out of the bathroom on the hip. Harry stumbled out of the bathroom covered with blood all over his face, body, just everywhere.
By the time he got right in front of his so called room, Dudley came in front of him. "Hi idiot!" he said with a laugh. He was holding a baseball bat, which he never uses, just for Harry beatings.
Oh no. Harry thought "I think Dad didn't teach you the whole lesson yet." He said maliciously. He started hitting his chins on his legs. Harry was attempting to stand up, but his legs, were falling nearer to the ground form all the pain the hitting is causing. It hurt so much he fell on the grond with both his hands on his legs. When Dudley stoped, he walked down the hallway for breakfast.
Harry opened his door, and crawled into his bed wiping all the blood with his bed sheets, which had old blood smeared on them already. He thought about his friends. "I gotta stay away from them or they will feel this" he whispered to himself.
Chapter 1-A Piece of Harry's Life
Authors Note: Only the plot is mine, no characters belong to me, they belong to brilliant Mrs.J.K Rowling
"Kill the Spare" Voldermort said in a icy voice ordering his fateful servant, Wormtail. "Avada Kadavra" Wormtail said pointing right a Cedric. *not again please* Harry thought before bright green light blinded harry's vision for a quarter of a second. Then heard a "thud". A dead classmate on the floor which flooded Harry's mind. *my fault.* Harry thought, before waking up with sweat running down his young face.
Now Harry Potter isn't an ordinary boy, for a matter of fact he is a wizard. Not any wizard. Famous in the wizard world, but not even reconized in the Muggle world. If you look at young Potter's forehead you see a thin lightning scar which is a souvenir of the fateful night, killing Lily and James Potter.
Harry was still panting, these nightmares were continuing into even worse ones. Luckily tonight it was one of those. The ones that his mother and father would blame him for everything he done wrong and blaming for there death. Or the ones Cedric blaming him for his, just to get Cho to like him. Sure he liked to be in Cedric shoes so Cho would be attracted to him, but never kill him! It was only the first week of the holidays and he has bruises and cuts on his legs, arms, back, and chest. His uncle, started to beat him everyday just for his pleasure, and occasionally he'll invite his son, Dudley and his friends to join in his fun.
Harry stayed up all night doing his potion homework. 4 foot essay! Not if he doesn't have the time. He really has the whole summer vacation nights, probably he couldn't do it during the day time. Usually would be flooded with orders, what chore to do. After the beatings and chores, Harry was sore obvoiusly.
The next morning Harry woke up around 6:00 am. *great slavery* Harry wispered to him self while looking in the bathroom mirror which he really isn't allowed to be in here. He looked at his pale face with a cut down his left cheek, and big bags under his bright emerald green eyes, but now they are dull green. His clothes were about 4 sizes too big for his. Really you believed these were his clothes! More like Dudley's old clothes. "Why am I, staring at my self?" muttered Harry to himself. A little to loudly, Uncle Vernon was heading to the bathroom as fast as his fat body proportion can take him.
"Boy! Why are you in the bathroom?" boomed Vernon which had a bright purple angry appearance, but on the other hand he had a slight malicious smile plastered on his fat lips.
"Sorry Sir, but." whispered Harry with his eyes tightly closed. *please.don't Uncle Vernon* Harry thought at the same time.
"That's not an answer! Now for your punishment," Vernon raised his voice for his first sentence, then lowered it for the last it with a huge mean smile on his face. Harry crawled into a ball getting ready to have some defense against Vernon, while Vernon took a towel metal holder. He started bashing it on top of Harry's head and then down his back.
The pain. I deserve it. Ouch! I wish Voldermort just killed me there and then, but then again torching is way more effective. Harry thought.
Vernon swung it one more time on his back and yelled, "Learned yet, Freak?"
"Yes Sir." Harry whimpered in pain. Don't cry, Harry, that is what he wants to see besides your going to be 15 soon. 14 and 15 years old don't cry
"Get out of my sight now!" Vernon yelled then kicked him hard out of the bathroom on the hip. Harry stumbled out of the bathroom covered with blood all over his face, body, just everywhere.
By the time he got right in front of his so called room, Dudley came in front of him. "Hi idiot!" he said with a laugh. He was holding a baseball bat, which he never uses, just for Harry beatings.
Oh no. Harry thought "I think Dad didn't teach you the whole lesson yet." He said maliciously. He started hitting his chins on his legs. Harry was attempting to stand up, but his legs, were falling nearer to the ground form all the pain the hitting is causing. It hurt so much he fell on the grond with both his hands on his legs. When Dudley stoped, he walked down the hallway for breakfast.
Harry opened his door, and crawled into his bed wiping all the blood with his bed sheets, which had old blood smeared on them already. He thought about his friends. "I gotta stay away from them or they will feel this" he whispered to himself.