Author's Notes: GOMEN-NASAI!!! (I'm sorry!!) I'm soooo sorry I took so long to update!!!! I went on a holiday at Malacca and there were sooo many updates for the fics I was reading!!! And I found this totally new fic… "A Type of Revenge" by Mystica Avalon…and it's sooooo long and I took ages to finish reading that (avg. half to one hour per chapter, and there's 16 so far…), though it's not completed *pouts* (it's a DM/HP pairing btw), and what with holiday homework and all…and I have work experience starting tomorrow till the 29th Nov too…shit…I hate my schedule. Sorry again…
And I want to thank all the reviewers for reviewing…^.^ *grinz*
Lee – I'll take that as a complement *laughs*
JKY - *hands over a tissue box* Calm down…breathe in, and out. I'll try not to be too hard on him…NOT! *evil grin*
Katherine – Bwahahaha…you noticed! I love abuse fics too! (Esp. HP/SS ones!!!) Any you can recommend? Anyway, you should be able to tell that poor ickle Harry was abused before Hogwarts and I might just describe the scenes in great detail…if I can get the words out that is…I seem to get blocks at the worst possible times *sighz*
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SparkySparkles – Tada…your long awaited 8th chapter ^.^
SilverWolf – Me too!!! I just love abuse scenes!!! Here a mild one just below *grinz*. I just love them, esp. those that may make me cry…*evil laughter* Harry's POV would continue till at least chapter 10 too…
Lina Inverse the Dramata – I know…but there is sort of a reason behind where I didn't get a beta. I take long enough to update no? imagine is I have to post it to the beta first, then wait for her to post it back, then check through it briefly again…I believe that would take ages…or, maybe I'm just too lazy *grinz*
Kalih - *passes some tissue over* Cool down…I'll try and make sure he get better later…
Slyffindor Playmate - *smiles* Thanks…
Kat – did I? Shit…I'll try and watch it…thanks for pointing it out…
Lei Dumbledore – *gushes* Thank you!!!
Allocin – well…here's more ^.^
Saavik – yes, but not till much MUCH later, and not without Sev ^.^
Npetrenko – thanx!! ^.^
Scrat – I know how you feel…I've abandoned one of my other fics on some anime too…it's sad really, but I got this awful block and just can't continue it…
Shit…I think my notes may just be longer than the fic…anyway, on with the story…
A Fallen Angel
By chibi-tenshi
He was unable to stop a grimace as he anticipated what would come next.
"Now, Boy, we've decided that what you did last summer was too unruly and you need to be taught your place," his uncle said in a sickly sweet voice as he cuffed Harry with one of his beefy hands. Harry bit back the urge to tell him that it was the Weasley twins' idea and he had nothing to do with it. He could hear Dudley's cheers in the background as he saw his dad taking revenge on the cause of his humiliation last year. He caught a glimpse of his aunt leaning against the doorframe, smirking at his predicament.
He could hear Vernon's malevolent laugh and see him reach out for a belt. He himself braced for the impact. The belt rained down on his body with sharp 'clacks' that echoed in his ears.
He tasted the metallic tang of blood in his mouth as he bit his lips in an effort not to cry out. He had found that people get tired of hurting him faster if he did not give them the pleasure of feeling his hurt, and would therefore stop the torture sooner. He curled up into a small ball to reduce the areas of his skin exposed to the belt.
He blinked back the tears of pain as he cut himself away from his body, distancing himself from the pain, just like how he had been training himself to do ever since a tender age of three. It was like learning to ride a bicycle, he never forgot, even if this skill was a little rusty from long-term disuse. The pain became a faraway thing, more of a nuisance rather than a threat.
He could hear a far off voice saying things like: "That's for jinxing Dudley, and that's for destroying our fireplace", and "Not so cocky now are we? Scared of a wee-little beating?" or "So where's that godfather you were boosting about huh? Nobody to save your sorry little skin now, have you?"
He ignored all of the taunting, enduring the whole tirade in silence, knowing that retaliating would only give them a reason to hurt him more.
Dudley had joined his father by now. They didn't seem to be planning to stop anytime soon. Fueled by the anger at the 'injustice' done to them last summer, they lashed out more viciously than they had ever done at him, feeling a warped sense of satisfaction when they drew blood from the pale, delicate skin.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally stopped. His uncle's voice boomed over his head, "That'll teach you never to mess with us!" They then retreated from the room, leaving Harry to tend to his own wounds, their guffaws echoing down the corridor.
Harry, finally coming out of his trance, climbed up his bed to check his wounds. He failed to stop a hiss from escaping when he felt a stab of pain shoot through his chest. "Broken rib, bruises, cuts…" he thought detachedly. "I wonder what they were so pissed about? It has never been so horrible, not since then…"
/Flashback/
Eight-year-old Harry Potter peered carefully around the front door of 4 Privet Drive. It was the start of the summer holidays again. Most kids love the holidays. To them, it was a period of fun and laughter, their only worry being the end of the holidays when they all had to go back to school again.
But Harry was different. Harry actually liked school. Before you ask, no, he wasn't the goody-goody type that loved sucking up to teachers, nor does he enjoy the homework and studying that comes as a package together with going to school. School, to him was like a safe haven, even with Dudley's constant taunting and the fights he got into for being the thorn in Dudley's flesh. With school, the Dursleys dared not be too harsh on him, afraid that it would come to the teachers' attention. They couldn't have that now, could they? It would ruin their perfect reputation if the school found out how they were treating Harry.
The holidays meant that the Dursleys could do whatever they liked with Harry, as long as they left him to heal on his own for the last week or so, depending on the extent of his injuries. The walls in the house were soundproof. None of the neighbors ever found out. Even his babysitter, Mrs. Figg, was none wiser about his situation. The Dursleys made sure of that. With a few well-placed threats, they made Harry give excuses like "I fell down the stairs" or "I got into a fight with a friend" to cover up the telltale bruises or cuts.
He had been bullied, beaten as well as generally treated like a slave ever since he could remember. "Boy! Clear out the cupboard!", "How dare you break my plate!", "No, Pierre, you have to punch him here. It hurts more, see?", "Mom! Harry broke my television!"…
The Dursleys were always exceptionally harsh on the first day of the break, after having endured months of not being able to do anything to him. Today was no different…
"How dare you enter with your shoes on? I've just polished the floor!" His aunt was shrieking at the non-existent dirt on the floor when his uncle came over with a belt on his hand. He pulled him into the house, shut the door and started whipping him. "Dirtying the floor eh? You insolent boy! We worked so hard to take care of you and this is how you repay us?! Your poor aunt took ages to get the floor nice and shiny, and you flushed all her hard work down the drain just because you were too lazy to remove your shoes before stepping in! You ungrateful brat! I bet you were the one that jinxed my job too! My company is losing money, and don't you dare smirk at me you annoying piece of shit! You do not deserve our kindness and hospitality! You would have been sleeping on the streets by now if we had not taken you in! …"
Harry had to bite his cheeks to stop himself from retorting. He sank onto the floor and huddled up to minimize whatever damage Vernon was planning to do to him. A sick crack around his thorax informed him about a broken rib. His wrist, twisted at a weird angle, was lying limply at his side.
He tuned out Vernon's voice and tried to latch onto something else he could concentrate on besides the burning pain that was slowly, but surely, consuming his body. It had never been this bad. The whippings had never lasted this long, neither did they do this much damage, not even when he had accidentally broke one of Petunia's favorite vases.
Catching snippets of Vernon's rant, he finally figured that Vernon was pissed off that his company's decision about retrenching some of its members and that he was pinning the whole blame on him for being the 'freak' he was.
Finally, Vernon's hand got tired and after one last lash, he was thrown into the cupboard, a barely audible click signifying him being locked in. His whole body was smarting as the pain kicked in. He tucked his knees under his chin and began to sob quietly about the unfairness of it all, and about his miserable existence people call a life.
/end of flashback/
Harry sighed at that unpleasant memory, pushing it back into the dark recesses of his mind before lying down on the bed and fell asleep…
Well…that's all…it's ok right? *looks up hopefully* And in case you're wondering, this is not a cliffie…at least, I didn't mean it to be one…I hope you liked it…and please!!! REVIEW!!!!
