See chap. 1 for disclaimer
The fic. is getting darker as we take a look at Harry's home life and how it affects him
The next few weeks went on pretty much the same for Harry. He would spend the day doing chores and avoiding his cousin's gang then at night he would try and stay out of sight till the family was in bed. Unfortunately it didn't really ever work out that well. Harry was continuously being mentally and verbally abused by the his aunt and cousin all day, Dudley and who ever were around that day would follow him taunting him about what ever they could think of, usually not much but they stuck with what they knew they could get a rise out of him. His aunt worked him harder then before and if he didn't get everything done he suffered in the form of lack of food and pain when Vernon got home. His aunt and cousin weren't what he worried about. He could handle the names even if they hurt. It was the sound of the car door slamming that made his hairs stand on end.
Harry had taken to bolting for his room if the chores were done so that he would not be in the line of vision when Vernon walked in through the door. When his chores were not done, and that was happening more and more often, he would try and blend in with the wall till his uncle had lumbered into the sitting room. He would then finish what ever he could without noise and sneak upstairs.
His only hope of a peaceful night was if he was forgotten, if he just wasn't there and if he was just another shadow on the wall. Most nights his cousin would be too busy stuffing himself to even think to say anything. But on the rare occasions when he would stop to take a breath he may "accidentally" let something slip that had happened that day. On those nights the house was a bomb just waiting to go off.
Vernon would stomp up the stairs and Harry would have to sit there and wait knowing full well what was coming and not be able to do a single thing about it. His uncle would slam open the door and walk in, drill Harry on a few pointless questions then proceed to "teach him a lesson" whether it be that he didn't paint the fence quick enough or vacuumed to quickly leaving marks on the floor, Harry always got the same lecture in the end. That lecture was then always followed by the punctuation with fists, kicks and lashings of a belt. Harry continued to slip into his mind to avoid the pain, all the while not getting any closer to answers then he had been at the beginning of the night.
He often thought of getting away, but those thoughts quickly ended. His thoughts would stray to all sorts of possibilities but they would soon dry up with nowhere concrete for them to go. Thoughts of running of the property were all together smashed when he thought of the wards that were the only thing between him and a quick death if what he had been told was true. But then those thoughts always got him thinking of,
"What do I really know", and so his thoughts would start over again till they came across more and more elaborate ways for him to escape and somehow find a normal life. All he wanted was to be normal but at the same time he thought of all the things that he would never have known had he not been famous. His thoughts kept running around in circles so much that he was afraid that he would soon forget what was really going on. He had been completely cut off from the wizarding world for so long that he got the feeling that even if Dumbeldore had turn to the evil side he would not have known. This begged the question that had really been nagging at him for some time. Why had no one contacted him? What was going on out there, where people being attacked in the streets? Were the ministers finally accepting that Voldermort had returned? The questions also brought him to his latest problem. If he was supposedly going to fight Voldermort how was he going to do it with out any knowledge of who he was what his motivation is or even if he cares anymore? Wasn't the first rule of battle to know your enemy? Was Voldermort the enemy... Harry's musings were generally cut off at that point by a reopening of old wounds and the pain pushing him into unconsciousness, it seemed to be the only way for him to get any rest.
Ok here's the thing. I wanted to get you another chapter out really soon. I was unable to verify all my stuff with the rest of my story so I want you to tell me if stuff doesn't add up. I'll be doing it myself as well so don't think I'm just passing it on to you. You know how when you read your own stuff you miss things.
What do you guys want next chapter?
a- Harry starts fighting back after resolving that his problems are not going away if he just sits back. I warn you it will not be "oh I've got all this courage suddenly" it's going to get worse if he's going to make it better
b- It gets worse, Harry fights back and losses and goes back to school shattered.
c- He doesn't fight back and we skip to when he goes to school and is afraid of human contact
d- Should he get a letter from someone? If so should it bee good news or bad?
Then again if I think of something really awesome I'll put that in.
Dunsley ko
The fic. is getting darker as we take a look at Harry's home life and how it affects him
The next few weeks went on pretty much the same for Harry. He would spend the day doing chores and avoiding his cousin's gang then at night he would try and stay out of sight till the family was in bed. Unfortunately it didn't really ever work out that well. Harry was continuously being mentally and verbally abused by the his aunt and cousin all day, Dudley and who ever were around that day would follow him taunting him about what ever they could think of, usually not much but they stuck with what they knew they could get a rise out of him. His aunt worked him harder then before and if he didn't get everything done he suffered in the form of lack of food and pain when Vernon got home. His aunt and cousin weren't what he worried about. He could handle the names even if they hurt. It was the sound of the car door slamming that made his hairs stand on end.
Harry had taken to bolting for his room if the chores were done so that he would not be in the line of vision when Vernon walked in through the door. When his chores were not done, and that was happening more and more often, he would try and blend in with the wall till his uncle had lumbered into the sitting room. He would then finish what ever he could without noise and sneak upstairs.
His only hope of a peaceful night was if he was forgotten, if he just wasn't there and if he was just another shadow on the wall. Most nights his cousin would be too busy stuffing himself to even think to say anything. But on the rare occasions when he would stop to take a breath he may "accidentally" let something slip that had happened that day. On those nights the house was a bomb just waiting to go off.
Vernon would stomp up the stairs and Harry would have to sit there and wait knowing full well what was coming and not be able to do a single thing about it. His uncle would slam open the door and walk in, drill Harry on a few pointless questions then proceed to "teach him a lesson" whether it be that he didn't paint the fence quick enough or vacuumed to quickly leaving marks on the floor, Harry always got the same lecture in the end. That lecture was then always followed by the punctuation with fists, kicks and lashings of a belt. Harry continued to slip into his mind to avoid the pain, all the while not getting any closer to answers then he had been at the beginning of the night.
He often thought of getting away, but those thoughts quickly ended. His thoughts would stray to all sorts of possibilities but they would soon dry up with nowhere concrete for them to go. Thoughts of running of the property were all together smashed when he thought of the wards that were the only thing between him and a quick death if what he had been told was true. But then those thoughts always got him thinking of,
"What do I really know", and so his thoughts would start over again till they came across more and more elaborate ways for him to escape and somehow find a normal life. All he wanted was to be normal but at the same time he thought of all the things that he would never have known had he not been famous. His thoughts kept running around in circles so much that he was afraid that he would soon forget what was really going on. He had been completely cut off from the wizarding world for so long that he got the feeling that even if Dumbeldore had turn to the evil side he would not have known. This begged the question that had really been nagging at him for some time. Why had no one contacted him? What was going on out there, where people being attacked in the streets? Were the ministers finally accepting that Voldermort had returned? The questions also brought him to his latest problem. If he was supposedly going to fight Voldermort how was he going to do it with out any knowledge of who he was what his motivation is or even if he cares anymore? Wasn't the first rule of battle to know your enemy? Was Voldermort the enemy... Harry's musings were generally cut off at that point by a reopening of old wounds and the pain pushing him into unconsciousness, it seemed to be the only way for him to get any rest.
Ok here's the thing. I wanted to get you another chapter out really soon. I was unable to verify all my stuff with the rest of my story so I want you to tell me if stuff doesn't add up. I'll be doing it myself as well so don't think I'm just passing it on to you. You know how when you read your own stuff you miss things.
What do you guys want next chapter?
a- Harry starts fighting back after resolving that his problems are not going away if he just sits back. I warn you it will not be "oh I've got all this courage suddenly" it's going to get worse if he's going to make it better
b- It gets worse, Harry fights back and losses and goes back to school shattered.
c- He doesn't fight back and we skip to when he goes to school and is afraid of human contact
d- Should he get a letter from someone? If so should it bee good news or bad?
Then again if I think of something really awesome I'll put that in.
Dunsley ko