*Disclaimer: I own no characters unless I make one up.
A.N: Read, review, flame, enjoy, hate, shake your fist at it. I was bored. If you like it, review and I'll write more. If you don't like it, flame me and I'll write more. Have fun
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Harry lay in his bed, his heart racing. Who the hell had just screamed? It sounded strangley like.
"Petunia dear, are you all right?"
Aunt Petunia?
"NoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Thumping footsteps down the hall, louder and louder and.
His door swung open.
"HOW COULD YOU?!?!"
Harry stared at his aunt. He couldn't believe hat he was seeing.a frenzied woman, her hair in pink rollers and wearing a faded cotton nightgown.
"Aun.Aunt Petunia?" Harry had no diea what she was doing, looking so upset.
"SHE COULD'VE COME BACK!" screamed Petunia, her face turning a horrible shade of red. "SHE COULD HAVE COME BACK!!" She picked up one of Harry's school books and threw it at Harry. It hit his scar.
Blinding pain shot through his mind, causing his eyes to water. Another thump of pain and his nose felt like the hand of a giant had squashed it. Before Harry could react, Petunia was actually on him. She slammed his head against the wall of his bedroom, again and again and again, leave more and more blood on the wall each time.
She finally stopped, crying hysterically as Harry slid down onto his bed, bleeding from the back of his head. His lip was cut where he had bit it and both of his eyes were swollen purple. There was silence but for Harry's gasping breath and Petunia's sobs of anguish.
"You hated her."
Harry could barely form the words from shock and pain. They didn't come out much louder than a whisper.
"I was jealous yes.but she was my sister," came the reply. "I died the day she did, no matter what I may say. And you," she snapped her head up sharply, shooting daggers of hate from her eyes at her nephew. "You had a change to bring her back. But you chose your friends. YOUR FRIENDS!!!"
Petunia's rage came back with a passion. She beat Harry until he couldn't breathe, in too much pain to even think. It was just a constant bright light, pain, pain, pain PAIN PAIN, bursting with each new blow.
"DIE YOU ASSHOLE, DIE DIE DIE!"
And with that Harry fell into a welcoming darkness..
A.N: Read, review, flame, enjoy, hate, shake your fist at it. I was bored. If you like it, review and I'll write more. If you don't like it, flame me and I'll write more. Have fun
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Harry lay in his bed, his heart racing. Who the hell had just screamed? It sounded strangley like.
"Petunia dear, are you all right?"
Aunt Petunia?
"NoooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Thumping footsteps down the hall, louder and louder and.
His door swung open.
"HOW COULD YOU?!?!"
Harry stared at his aunt. He couldn't believe hat he was seeing.a frenzied woman, her hair in pink rollers and wearing a faded cotton nightgown.
"Aun.Aunt Petunia?" Harry had no diea what she was doing, looking so upset.
"SHE COULD'VE COME BACK!" screamed Petunia, her face turning a horrible shade of red. "SHE COULD HAVE COME BACK!!" She picked up one of Harry's school books and threw it at Harry. It hit his scar.
Blinding pain shot through his mind, causing his eyes to water. Another thump of pain and his nose felt like the hand of a giant had squashed it. Before Harry could react, Petunia was actually on him. She slammed his head against the wall of his bedroom, again and again and again, leave more and more blood on the wall each time.
She finally stopped, crying hysterically as Harry slid down onto his bed, bleeding from the back of his head. His lip was cut where he had bit it and both of his eyes were swollen purple. There was silence but for Harry's gasping breath and Petunia's sobs of anguish.
"You hated her."
Harry could barely form the words from shock and pain. They didn't come out much louder than a whisper.
"I was jealous yes.but she was my sister," came the reply. "I died the day she did, no matter what I may say. And you," she snapped her head up sharply, shooting daggers of hate from her eyes at her nephew. "You had a change to bring her back. But you chose your friends. YOUR FRIENDS!!!"
Petunia's rage came back with a passion. She beat Harry until he couldn't breathe, in too much pain to even think. It was just a constant bright light, pain, pain, pain PAIN PAIN, bursting with each new blow.
"DIE YOU ASSHOLE, DIE DIE DIE!"
And with that Harry fell into a welcoming darkness..
