Rescued From Hell
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K.R.
If you were to walk past #4 Privet Drive, you would find an ordinary looking home. But if you were brave enough to take a closer look, you would see it as the living hell for a 15-year-old boy named Harry Potter.
"CRACK!" "Please stop!" he begged. "CRACK!" "No! Please!" But it didn't stop there. It went on and on. Continuous pain. At last, after what seemed like years, it stopped. Uncle Vernon kept asking Dudley if they had reached 80 whips, but Dudley just sniggered and retorted that he had lost count or that he wasn't counting. In the end, it turned out to be 239. Harry was just about to loose consciousness when the doorbell rang. Unfortunately, it went unheard because Uncle Vernon hadn't yet finished with Harry. As the doorbell rang a second time, Harry was thrown into the big solid door. The doorbell rang clearly a third time, but Harry's curiosity wouldn't be satisfied. That last throw was it for him, and he passed out in a pool of blood and vomit.
Uncle Vernon, not wanting to make a scene for the stranger on the other side of the door ordered Dudley to remove Harry from the scene. He was expecting a buyer to come by soon, and he didn't want to arouse suspicion. When he opened the door, he realized that the newcomer was one of them.
"Get off my doorstep and off my property, you fool!" screeched Vernon is a voice so high, dogs from around the neighborhood heard it and began to bark.
"Not until I claim my prize," the tall, black-haired stranger shot back.
"When have you last washed your hair, you slimy git?" spat Vernon.
That was the last straw for the strange caller. He slowly but deliberately took out his wand and pointed it at Uncle Vernon. Moving forward, he made sure that the wand touched Vernon's chest, forcing him to obey any move he made.
"Where is the boy?" whispered the caller in a voice so venomous, he himself did not recognize.
"What boy? My Dudley is a good boy. He is an angel. No one else lives here but my wife, my son, and I. Honestly. Me no lie," blubbered Vernon, scared out of his wits that someone was to know about the horrifying fact that his good-for-nothing nephew, Harry, even existed. If news came out that there was a wizard in the house, no one would ever want to sign any contracts with Vernon's drill firm.
"Shut up, you! I came here for the boy! For Harry Potter! I know very well he is here, and if it makes you feel any better, your whole neighborhood will know that a wizard live in this very house every summer for the past 4 years and 24/7 since he was one!" yelled the stranger. His temper flared and he could become dangerous, he knew. He had to keep himself from cursing Vernon. His reason of 'visitation' was to rescue Harry Potter from hell.
He pushed Vernon aside and followed a stench to where Harry lay, just regaining consciousness. But when Harry saw his rescuer, he fainted on the spot. The caller waved his wand and sent all of Harry's things down from his room and from the cupboard under the stairs. He made them feather-light with a flick of the wrist. Then, conjuring a stretcher for Harry, he waved him into it and set off to Hogwarts, hoping to save the boy who lived.
(A/N: so there's my first chapter. Plz r/r! I need suggestions! This chapter is short, but I tried.)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K.R.
If you were to walk past #4 Privet Drive, you would find an ordinary looking home. But if you were brave enough to take a closer look, you would see it as the living hell for a 15-year-old boy named Harry Potter.
"CRACK!" "Please stop!" he begged. "CRACK!" "No! Please!" But it didn't stop there. It went on and on. Continuous pain. At last, after what seemed like years, it stopped. Uncle Vernon kept asking Dudley if they had reached 80 whips, but Dudley just sniggered and retorted that he had lost count or that he wasn't counting. In the end, it turned out to be 239. Harry was just about to loose consciousness when the doorbell rang. Unfortunately, it went unheard because Uncle Vernon hadn't yet finished with Harry. As the doorbell rang a second time, Harry was thrown into the big solid door. The doorbell rang clearly a third time, but Harry's curiosity wouldn't be satisfied. That last throw was it for him, and he passed out in a pool of blood and vomit.
Uncle Vernon, not wanting to make a scene for the stranger on the other side of the door ordered Dudley to remove Harry from the scene. He was expecting a buyer to come by soon, and he didn't want to arouse suspicion. When he opened the door, he realized that the newcomer was one of them.
"Get off my doorstep and off my property, you fool!" screeched Vernon is a voice so high, dogs from around the neighborhood heard it and began to bark.
"Not until I claim my prize," the tall, black-haired stranger shot back.
"When have you last washed your hair, you slimy git?" spat Vernon.
That was the last straw for the strange caller. He slowly but deliberately took out his wand and pointed it at Uncle Vernon. Moving forward, he made sure that the wand touched Vernon's chest, forcing him to obey any move he made.
"Where is the boy?" whispered the caller in a voice so venomous, he himself did not recognize.
"What boy? My Dudley is a good boy. He is an angel. No one else lives here but my wife, my son, and I. Honestly. Me no lie," blubbered Vernon, scared out of his wits that someone was to know about the horrifying fact that his good-for-nothing nephew, Harry, even existed. If news came out that there was a wizard in the house, no one would ever want to sign any contracts with Vernon's drill firm.
"Shut up, you! I came here for the boy! For Harry Potter! I know very well he is here, and if it makes you feel any better, your whole neighborhood will know that a wizard live in this very house every summer for the past 4 years and 24/7 since he was one!" yelled the stranger. His temper flared and he could become dangerous, he knew. He had to keep himself from cursing Vernon. His reason of 'visitation' was to rescue Harry Potter from hell.
He pushed Vernon aside and followed a stench to where Harry lay, just regaining consciousness. But when Harry saw his rescuer, he fainted on the spot. The caller waved his wand and sent all of Harry's things down from his room and from the cupboard under the stairs. He made them feather-light with a flick of the wrist. Then, conjuring a stretcher for Harry, he waved him into it and set off to Hogwarts, hoping to save the boy who lived.
(A/N: so there's my first chapter. Plz r/r! I need suggestions! This chapter is short, but I tried.)
