A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH! I didn't think anyone was going to review! Well, this is the next chapter....... I'm writing it as I go, so it might take a little longer for the next chapter to come out because school starts again tomorrow(yippe ::rolls eyes::) I DO NOT OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS. Oh, and if anyone has any suggestions on how to continue the story, I'll take them! Sorry I left ya w/ another cliff hanger....hehe..its not as bad though.....thats what u think....haha
Harry stood, wide eyed at the gun that was pointed at his heart. Harry was suddenly taken over by the amount of emotions. He was going to die, but he wasn't going to die speechless.
"Vernon you may hate me but I hate you ten times more! You have no idea what I've been through!" Harry yelled before he could think. His uncle looked ready to kill.
"What did you call me?" he asked vehnomently. Harry felt himself shake slightly.
"I called you Vernon. It is your name, isn't it?" Harry yelled. His uncle tightened his grip on the gun and was ready to pull the trigger.
"Stop mouthing off to me boy! Any last words?" His uncle asked a evil glint held in his eyes. Harry opened his mouth but instead of saying anything, Harry spit on his uncle. That was the last straw for his uncle. He pulled the triggor and Harry felt his shoulder begin to burn. Harry fell to the ground with a loud thump as his hands grasped his shoulder . Blood flooded freely all over the carpet. Harry heard his uncle's car speed away. Funny, he hadn't heard his uncle even leave.
Harry groaned and felt one tear fall down his cheek. The pain was sweeping over his entire body. Harry moaned and shakily stood. He stood with a hard cold glint in his eye. A hint of pain shone though it was bearly visable because of the anger that radiated from the green eyes.
He steadily grabbed his wand, cloak and Firebolt again. He walked down the stairs holding onto the railing for strength as he walked down. He was breathing heavily feeling as though he could collapse at any moment. He lifted his arm and grasped the door handle. But then he felt a strong hand grasp his shoulder. His bad shoulder.
"Vernon..."
(*I was really tempted to leave ya here.......I really wanted to.....but then I realized how short the chapter would be.)
"That's right boy. Did you really think you were out-that I would leave that easily? Well, that proves how very stupid you are," he was smirking at Harry but not looking directly at him. His eyes were moving around in his head showing how very drunk he was.
"Go on boy. I dare you. Get down and beg," Vernon said. He pushed the boy to the ground. Harry's eyes suddenly looked as though they were set on fire. He slowly began to stand up. Harry was shaking slightly from the amount of pain. He stood tall though. He knew, just as he knew in the graveyard with Voldermont, that he wouldn't die begging. This was going to happen weather he liked it or not and begging would only add to Vernon's sick happiness.
"I will not beg for my life from you Vernon. You have given me nothing. Nothing! You've ruined my life, but of course, that's exactly what you wanted. You've been waiting for this day Vernon. I knew it would probably come ever since I came home. Go on. Kill me Vernon," Harry was tall and straight backed. His voice was hardly above a whisper, hoarse and dry but strong and deadly. His uncle's eyes showed anger.
"If it gets you to shut that trap of yours," his uncle once again raised his gun and then smirked eviliy. He lowered the gun and his eyes were shining insanly.
"What-are you afraid Vernon?" Harry was beyond compromise. he wouldn't play along but something in his uncles eyes was driving him crazy.
"No boy- I simply realized that shooting you would give you a quick death," Harry's eyes suddenly flickered from pain back to anger. He knew this was going to hurt. He stood however, tall and straight. His uncle rounded on him and punched Harry in the stomach before he could move. He doubled over as his uncles hand collided with his head. He fell to the ground. His uncle was still grinning insanly and lifted Harry's face to his own.
"I'm giving you another chance boy- beg. Beg for your life and I may spare you," Vernon's face swam in front of Harry. He considered it. Maybe he would be able to escape. But then, a voice screamed in his head bringing him back to his senses. 'DON'T YOU DARE!'
"Bring it on Vernon. Bring it on," and Harry was once again standing, out of his uncle's reach as he stood alone and on the verge of getting killed.
His uncle lunged at him pushing Harry to the ground. Harry punched him back. Vernon then did something Harry didn't expect and he picked him up and threw him across the room into the same spot he had hit before. He felt his ehad hit with the wall and somewhere, he heard a gun shot whiz by his head. Then he heard the familar sound of a spell. Harry reached out his head and groaned.
"Bring it on Vernon. Bring it on," Harry mumbled and he blacked out.
Harry stood, wide eyed at the gun that was pointed at his heart. Harry was suddenly taken over by the amount of emotions. He was going to die, but he wasn't going to die speechless.
"Vernon you may hate me but I hate you ten times more! You have no idea what I've been through!" Harry yelled before he could think. His uncle looked ready to kill.
"What did you call me?" he asked vehnomently. Harry felt himself shake slightly.
"I called you Vernon. It is your name, isn't it?" Harry yelled. His uncle tightened his grip on the gun and was ready to pull the trigger.
"Stop mouthing off to me boy! Any last words?" His uncle asked a evil glint held in his eyes. Harry opened his mouth but instead of saying anything, Harry spit on his uncle. That was the last straw for his uncle. He pulled the triggor and Harry felt his shoulder begin to burn. Harry fell to the ground with a loud thump as his hands grasped his shoulder . Blood flooded freely all over the carpet. Harry heard his uncle's car speed away. Funny, he hadn't heard his uncle even leave.
Harry groaned and felt one tear fall down his cheek. The pain was sweeping over his entire body. Harry moaned and shakily stood. He stood with a hard cold glint in his eye. A hint of pain shone though it was bearly visable because of the anger that radiated from the green eyes.
He steadily grabbed his wand, cloak and Firebolt again. He walked down the stairs holding onto the railing for strength as he walked down. He was breathing heavily feeling as though he could collapse at any moment. He lifted his arm and grasped the door handle. But then he felt a strong hand grasp his shoulder. His bad shoulder.
"Vernon..."
(*I was really tempted to leave ya here.......I really wanted to.....but then I realized how short the chapter would be.)
"That's right boy. Did you really think you were out-that I would leave that easily? Well, that proves how very stupid you are," he was smirking at Harry but not looking directly at him. His eyes were moving around in his head showing how very drunk he was.
"Go on boy. I dare you. Get down and beg," Vernon said. He pushed the boy to the ground. Harry's eyes suddenly looked as though they were set on fire. He slowly began to stand up. Harry was shaking slightly from the amount of pain. He stood tall though. He knew, just as he knew in the graveyard with Voldermont, that he wouldn't die begging. This was going to happen weather he liked it or not and begging would only add to Vernon's sick happiness.
"I will not beg for my life from you Vernon. You have given me nothing. Nothing! You've ruined my life, but of course, that's exactly what you wanted. You've been waiting for this day Vernon. I knew it would probably come ever since I came home. Go on. Kill me Vernon," Harry was tall and straight backed. His voice was hardly above a whisper, hoarse and dry but strong and deadly. His uncle's eyes showed anger.
"If it gets you to shut that trap of yours," his uncle once again raised his gun and then smirked eviliy. He lowered the gun and his eyes were shining insanly.
"What-are you afraid Vernon?" Harry was beyond compromise. he wouldn't play along but something in his uncles eyes was driving him crazy.
"No boy- I simply realized that shooting you would give you a quick death," Harry's eyes suddenly flickered from pain back to anger. He knew this was going to hurt. He stood however, tall and straight. His uncle rounded on him and punched Harry in the stomach before he could move. He doubled over as his uncles hand collided with his head. He fell to the ground. His uncle was still grinning insanly and lifted Harry's face to his own.
"I'm giving you another chance boy- beg. Beg for your life and I may spare you," Vernon's face swam in front of Harry. He considered it. Maybe he would be able to escape. But then, a voice screamed in his head bringing him back to his senses. 'DON'T YOU DARE!'
"Bring it on Vernon. Bring it on," and Harry was once again standing, out of his uncle's reach as he stood alone and on the verge of getting killed.
His uncle lunged at him pushing Harry to the ground. Harry punched him back. Vernon then did something Harry didn't expect and he picked him up and threw him across the room into the same spot he had hit before. He felt his ehad hit with the wall and somewhere, he heard a gun shot whiz by his head. Then he heard the familar sound of a spell. Harry reached out his head and groaned.
"Bring it on Vernon. Bring it on," Harry mumbled and he blacked out.