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Harry Potter and His Fifth Year

Chapter 3 Punishment



"He's mentally unstable . . . hasn't been right since car crash . . . goes to St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys . . ."

Harry groaned and instantly his uncle's voice stopped. Harry slowly opened his eyes. The headache was starting to disappear as was the pain in his scar.

"Harry are you alright?" Mrs. Figg asked him handy Harry his glasses.

"Yes ma'am I'm fine," Harry replied slowly getting up.

"See Mrs. Figg no need to worry. I don't even know why you bothered to stay," Petunia said.

"Well, I wanted to make sure he was okay. What happened to his eye to make it swollen like that?" Mrs. Figg asked turning to look at Harry's eye.

Vernon gave Harry a death look. "He fell down the stairs."

Mrs. Figg looked back at Vernon analyzing him. "Well, I must be going. The cats are waiting. Take care dear," she said turning to Harry, "goodbye Mr. And Mrs. Dursley." Mrs. Figg left.

Vernon instantly turned on Harry. "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HER BOY!?"

"Noth . . . nothing sir," Harry said growing scared.

"NOTHING? NOTHING! YOU'RE LYING YOU LITTLE BRAT! I'M GONNA BEAT YOU UNTIL YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU TOLD HER!"

"I swear . . . I didn't say anything sir," Harry said looking for a way to escape but Vernon already started to advance on Harry.

Vernon dove at Harry but he rolled off the couch and made a run for the door. Before Harry could get there, Vernon seized Harry and forcefully shoved Harry into the door. Harry fell to the floor where Vernon started to kick Harry.

"Now did you tell Mrs. Figg anything?"

"N . . . No sir," Harry said trying to get up.

Vernon's face turned menacing. He picked up Harry and went upstairs. "Maybe this time you'll really 'fall' down the stairs."

With as much force as possible, Harry kicked Vernon in the face. As Vernon dropped him, Harry stumbled toward his room. His fingertips barely brushed the doorknob before he was punched in the lower back. He fell to the ground and rolled over just in time to get a slug across the face. His glasses snapped falling to the floor. Vernon continued to punch, slap, and kick Harry until both Harry's eyes were swollen and his ribs bruised.

"Now did you tell Mrs. Figg anything?" Vernon said towering over the teenage boy.

"No sir," Harry whispered trying to keep his voice steady.

"LIAR!" Vernon roared. He picked up the frail boy and walked over to the stairs. "This will teach you to lie to me!" After the last word left his mouth, he pushed Harry down the stairs.

Harry struggled to balance himself but he couldn't and continued falling. Harry put out his arms to protect his face against the floor. SNAP! Harry cried out as both his wrists snapped from the fall. He heard Vernon's footsteps come down the stairs. Harry tried to get up but his ribs and wrists screamed in protest. Then, he curled into a ball, trying to protect himself, hoping that Vernon was done.

Vernon picked Harry up by the scruff of his shirt and walked to the kitchen. He threw Harry down in the corner. Vernon then opened the knife drawer. Vernon pulled out a large knife and crouched down to Harry's level. Harry whimpered. "For the last time, did you tell Mrs. Figg anything? About our little games?" Vernon asked his veins throbbing.

"No sir. I swear I didn't tell her anything!" Harry begged. Vernon yanked off Harry's shirt and pulled off his pants. Harry felt very vulnerable in just his boxers. Vernon moved the blade toward Harry's exposed skin. "No please! I didn't tell her anything. Nothing at all!"

Vernon ignored Harry's cries and slid the blade across Harry's stomach. Again and again, Vernon slashed the knife across Harry moving to his arms and legs also, smiling at the moans from Harry.

Harry's body was now full of cuts, bruises, and broken limbs. "I didn't say anything . . . nothing . . ." Harry mumbled to himself.

Vernon smiled and placed the knife in the sink and picked up the bloody Harry, who was still mumbling to himself. Vernon walked to the cupboard under the stairs, opened it, and threw Harry inside it. "That will teach you to lie to me boy!" Vernon yelled slamming and locking the door. "You're not coming out until you tell me what you said!"

September 1st came and left but the Dursleys had not touched the door on the cupboard since Vernon had locked Harry in. Once in a while they heard faint murmurs, "Nothing . . . I said nothing . . ."



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