Broken Inside

Chapter 2:For their own good. None of the characters belong to me. All belong to J.K Rowling! *

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"Gee, how can I leave them.?" I say to myself. Want to save them from Vodermont, pain, the suffer? My head talks back. "Well yeah of course I do" I snapped back. That's why I want to get away from them from the first place. Besides I don't even know why I''m even fighting over myself.

"It's final I have to leave them no matter how much there gonna hate me for this" I say out with determination. Even barely higher that a whisper you can feel his determination. Harry was still in pain all over, but finally all the blood stopped, but Harry was sure that he had a few broken bones on his arms and legs.

"Why I'm I so cold, I mean it's the 1'st of July.. I think" I muttered. I shot a short glance at the clock, 5:55, the next day. A jolt of pain got released from his neck. Probably from the back and head injuries.

"Ugg.I feel so.ouch! Like an old man." I said while I got up before Uncle Vernon got up at 6:30 for breakfast. Oh yeah include his fat son and his too horse face wife. I was going down the stairs fairly well till I heard the phone rang.

Ring.Ring.

I almost fell down, everything seems to make me unsecured. I walked to the phone, my hand was shaking. I picked it up on time.

"Hello.." I shuddered.

"Harry! This is Hermione and Ron! We are so worried about you. You never answer out owls" replied Hermione in a high pitch volume, which mad Harry fall to his knees slowly. It was a habit. Everytime Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia or Dudley and is gang of cowards accused him of something he knew he was going to beat him for whatever he supposedly done. Harry didn't reply. There was a period of silence till Hermione spoke once again. "Harry are you okay?" Behind the phone Harry can here muffs of Ron saying: Hermione let me try, or You know it all.

Harry finally had the energy to get off the floor and stand up and hang the phone up. I have to make them feel that if I don't need them, and remember Harry this is for their own good.

Right after that thought, he stumbled into the kitchen slowly. He fell on the ground many times on the way. When he finally finished making all the eggs, bangeres and mash ( a England breakfast dish: Mash potatoes and sausages) and heaps of pancakes, Uncle Vernon came down.

"This better not be poison! You have to try it first!" he demanded. "If you don't I'll beat you up again."

Harry dragged his body over. He never really had any food all summer. Will his body take it? His body was shaking all in fear. He took and spoon and spooned and spoonful of mash potatoes. He ate it slowly. After it was all gulped down he felt this tingle in his stomach, which wasn't a really nice one. He rushed as fast as his little injuusred legs wound take him and threw up.

Oh no! Vernon going to think I threw up cause it's poison. Ron.Hermione.

Author Notes: Cliffhanger. okay I know it's Sunday. Sorry! I had to get a few things done this weekend. And some of my classmates are coming over to get some work done. Cough Denny cough Invites himself over!! Next chapter erm.Friday??