*Disclaimer: I stillll don't own anything.
A.N: So..I hope you like it..
Harry awoke to total and complete darkness. He moaned as he tried to move his body. He honestly didn't know how he was still alive.
His ankle felt sprained. He couldn't open one of his eyes and could only squint out of the other. He lifted his right arm and felt his nose, flinching, causing another spasm of pain trhough his entire body. His left hand seemed to be broken- he couldn't move it anyhow. And if felt swollen.
"Awake bastard?"
The cold voice of Aunt Petunia caused Harry's heart to stop and a cold sweat broke out throughout his body.
"Don't worry boy. I'm not going to touch you. I just wanted to lay down some new laws."
Harry lay still in his bed, his heart pounding in his ears.
"You are not to leave your room until it's time for you to fly off to your school. Yes, you will still go to Hogwarts. Keeping you from it would cause you so much pain.but I couldn't imagine keeping you here the entire year without killing you. Besides, those friggin wizards would be on the house like bees to honey if we didn't send their precious golden boy back. "Remember this Harry- you chose your friends over your FAMILY. You are a heartless, ugly, obnoxious human being. You brought Coldemort back. You should have died when you had the chance. DIED. Worthless piece of shit. "From now on you are to call me Mrs. Dursley. I am not your family. I will not feed you. I will not get you new clothes. I will not clean anything of yours. You can't use our bathroom. "I hate you. I hate you with a venom and passion that can't be described. Do not tell anybody of this if you don't want to be killed. Because I will kill you. And nothing, nothing, NOTHING they could do would save you from my wrath."
With that she went over to Harry and slapped him across the face. He felt the sting but he was numb. Petunia's words cut through Harry more than he thought possible. Everything else any of the Dursleys had said had never mattered to him. He always knew they never meant it- that he was really above them. But what Aunt- Mrs. Dursley had just said was true. He was worthless.
Yeah short chapter- as though anybody's reading this. Did ya like?
A.N: So..I hope you like it..
Harry awoke to total and complete darkness. He moaned as he tried to move his body. He honestly didn't know how he was still alive.
His ankle felt sprained. He couldn't open one of his eyes and could only squint out of the other. He lifted his right arm and felt his nose, flinching, causing another spasm of pain trhough his entire body. His left hand seemed to be broken- he couldn't move it anyhow. And if felt swollen.
"Awake bastard?"
The cold voice of Aunt Petunia caused Harry's heart to stop and a cold sweat broke out throughout his body.
"Don't worry boy. I'm not going to touch you. I just wanted to lay down some new laws."
Harry lay still in his bed, his heart pounding in his ears.
"You are not to leave your room until it's time for you to fly off to your school. Yes, you will still go to Hogwarts. Keeping you from it would cause you so much pain.but I couldn't imagine keeping you here the entire year without killing you. Besides, those friggin wizards would be on the house like bees to honey if we didn't send their precious golden boy back. "Remember this Harry- you chose your friends over your FAMILY. You are a heartless, ugly, obnoxious human being. You brought Coldemort back. You should have died when you had the chance. DIED. Worthless piece of shit. "From now on you are to call me Mrs. Dursley. I am not your family. I will not feed you. I will not get you new clothes. I will not clean anything of yours. You can't use our bathroom. "I hate you. I hate you with a venom and passion that can't be described. Do not tell anybody of this if you don't want to be killed. Because I will kill you. And nothing, nothing, NOTHING they could do would save you from my wrath."
With that she went over to Harry and slapped him across the face. He felt the sting but he was numb. Petunia's words cut through Harry more than he thought possible. Everything else any of the Dursleys had said had never mattered to him. He always knew they never meant it- that he was really above them. But what Aunt- Mrs. Dursley had just said was true. He was worthless.
Yeah short chapter- as though anybody's reading this. Did ya like?
