A/N: O.k. So, I get one review...I'm not mad...really....ok, I admit. The story sucks...but at least review out of pity, please??? Or, tell me how to make it better.... Thanks to ratgirl though for being the only one to review this story... She gets an award!! (and all of you who didn't review don't, so haha). All right. I've talked enough. I don't own anything, and PLEASE review if you like my story or I'll cry. Thanks!
It was pathetic the way Harry was feeling. It was so hopeless to actually try, he reasoned. But he tried to remember his parents like he had never known them. He began humming softly, trying to forget the day he had. It had been worse then before; but then again, each day was always getting worse.
"Don't forget, I'm here. Lalala. Always here for you." Harry smiled at the image he had came up with in his mind. His mother holding Harry and singing. His father sitting nearby watching happily.
Harry had begun singing that song whenever he was beat. Actually, he used to sing it when he was real small, also. But that was because he had always been hit. But after getting accepted to Hogwarts, the hits had dwindled to only once in a while and the song had stopped. This summer had just hit an all time low. And perhaps that's why the song had begun again. It was the only comfort Harry Potter knew existed and the only on he believed could ever exist for someone like him.
Harry Potter wondered what people would think once they found out that their hero was singing for comfort. 'They'd probably send me to St.Mungo's. Heroes don't need comfort. They'd think something must be wrong with me.' At this thought, Harry got off the floor and rubbed his head. It was going to be a long day.
"It's about time!" Aunt Petunia screeched when Harry came down the stairs. Harry glanced at the clock and back at his aunt. 6:30. Just great, Harry thought. Keep me awake even longer so I can get more done.
"Go outside and paint that fence. Then, I want you to pull the weeds in the garden." Harry nodded and went to the front door. He didn't remind his aunt that just yesterday he had weeded the garden. It was better he just stay quiet.
They didn't have him cooking anymore, either. Uncle Vernon was sure he would try to poison them. So, he had another beating for that. Harry could still remember-
He shook his head violently. He wouldn't think about it. He realized that the less he thought about it, the better of he was.
That night, Vernon actually wasn't drunk; which gave Harry a strange sort of comfort. He knew his uncle couldn't hurt him as bad without the alcohol.
"You! You are not going to be running around freely tonight, you understand boy?" Harry nodded and his uncle continued.
"Get down stairs!" Harry stumbled as his uncle pushed the boy down the steps into the basement. Harry trembled slightly as his uncle walked past him and he heard the clicking of medal.
His uncle came over and dragged Harry over to what, to Harry's horror were chains. He saw the chains connected to the wall and there were four of them. Each chain had a clasp on the end which Harry knew would be used to keep him there.
His uncle seized Harry's small wrist and clasped one chain around it. It was so cold, Harry thought numbly. By the time Harry had looked back up, he had only one more ankle to go.
"Now you listen here. You make any noise or do anything stupid to make my dinner party mess up, you'll be sorry, you hear me boy?" His uncles face was inches from his. Harry nodded and his uncle turned to go up the stairs. But-
"You can't keep me chained up here like some animal!" Harry said. His uncle turned back around and began turning red.
"Your lucky you get this good of treatment!" His uncle puched him and Harry hung his head. What would he do? So, when his uncle had slammed the door shut and he heard a lock click, then the footsteps were carried away. Harry looked around in the basement. It was so dark, and so cold. He shivered involuntarily.
And he began humming and instantly felt better.
It was two weeks later.
Harry was picked up by his hair by his uncle. He was drunk; worse then ever before. The smell of the alcohol was making the headache Harry had double.
"I told you not to bother me boy!" his uncle threw the boy across the room roughly
'What did I do this time, Vernon. Breath off beat?' he thought dully but even his sarcastic side shut up after the pain increased from the hits he was receiving from his uncles rage.
Harry tried tuning the scene out, but his body refused to let him stop thinking about the pain. He cried out in pain for the first time and his uncle stopped abruptly
"So. Even heroes have a breaking point. I knew I'd find it eventually," his uncle smirked at his own words. "Now I know how far I have to go."
He seized the boy and took one last swing at him before opening the closet full of broken toys and hurtling the small boy in. The boy took one last look at his crazed uncle before the closet was shut and a lock could be heard being put on and shut.
There was no way out now. And now, Harry Potter blacked out afraid of what might happen if he stayed awake further.
A/N: O.k, so seriously(NO I do NOT mean Sirius), did you like it?? PLEASE review... I'll beg----ok, so I'm desperate... *gets down on knees* pretty please?? *gets back up* It only takes 2 seconds, you know....it won't kill you--I promise... Just tell me whatcha think and NO FLAMES CAUSE THEY DON'T HELP... ..Tell me if I should continue. I'm done now....Lata!
Oh, wait! I'm back. I forgot to add something.
Ratgirl: I know, Harry seems kinda out of character, but he's out of wack cause of what was happening and stuff... It isn't too bad, is it?? I'm tryin to keep everyone in character. I hope it works.
OH! And everyone else is going to enter the story soon!!!
I'm relaly done this time.. I promise... Hasta luego! (I wonder, how do you say review in spanish?? *walks off muttering in spanish*)
It was pathetic the way Harry was feeling. It was so hopeless to actually try, he reasoned. But he tried to remember his parents like he had never known them. He began humming softly, trying to forget the day he had. It had been worse then before; but then again, each day was always getting worse.
"Don't forget, I'm here. Lalala. Always here for you." Harry smiled at the image he had came up with in his mind. His mother holding Harry and singing. His father sitting nearby watching happily.
Harry had begun singing that song whenever he was beat. Actually, he used to sing it when he was real small, also. But that was because he had always been hit. But after getting accepted to Hogwarts, the hits had dwindled to only once in a while and the song had stopped. This summer had just hit an all time low. And perhaps that's why the song had begun again. It was the only comfort Harry Potter knew existed and the only on he believed could ever exist for someone like him.
Harry Potter wondered what people would think once they found out that their hero was singing for comfort. 'They'd probably send me to St.Mungo's. Heroes don't need comfort. They'd think something must be wrong with me.' At this thought, Harry got off the floor and rubbed his head. It was going to be a long day.
"It's about time!" Aunt Petunia screeched when Harry came down the stairs. Harry glanced at the clock and back at his aunt. 6:30. Just great, Harry thought. Keep me awake even longer so I can get more done.
"Go outside and paint that fence. Then, I want you to pull the weeds in the garden." Harry nodded and went to the front door. He didn't remind his aunt that just yesterday he had weeded the garden. It was better he just stay quiet.
They didn't have him cooking anymore, either. Uncle Vernon was sure he would try to poison them. So, he had another beating for that. Harry could still remember-
He shook his head violently. He wouldn't think about it. He realized that the less he thought about it, the better of he was.
That night, Vernon actually wasn't drunk; which gave Harry a strange sort of comfort. He knew his uncle couldn't hurt him as bad without the alcohol.
"You! You are not going to be running around freely tonight, you understand boy?" Harry nodded and his uncle continued.
"Get down stairs!" Harry stumbled as his uncle pushed the boy down the steps into the basement. Harry trembled slightly as his uncle walked past him and he heard the clicking of medal.
His uncle came over and dragged Harry over to what, to Harry's horror were chains. He saw the chains connected to the wall and there were four of them. Each chain had a clasp on the end which Harry knew would be used to keep him there.
His uncle seized Harry's small wrist and clasped one chain around it. It was so cold, Harry thought numbly. By the time Harry had looked back up, he had only one more ankle to go.
"Now you listen here. You make any noise or do anything stupid to make my dinner party mess up, you'll be sorry, you hear me boy?" His uncles face was inches from his. Harry nodded and his uncle turned to go up the stairs. But-
"You can't keep me chained up here like some animal!" Harry said. His uncle turned back around and began turning red.
"Your lucky you get this good of treatment!" His uncle puched him and Harry hung his head. What would he do? So, when his uncle had slammed the door shut and he heard a lock click, then the footsteps were carried away. Harry looked around in the basement. It was so dark, and so cold. He shivered involuntarily.
And he began humming and instantly felt better.
It was two weeks later.
Harry was picked up by his hair by his uncle. He was drunk; worse then ever before. The smell of the alcohol was making the headache Harry had double.
"I told you not to bother me boy!" his uncle threw the boy across the room roughly
'What did I do this time, Vernon. Breath off beat?' he thought dully but even his sarcastic side shut up after the pain increased from the hits he was receiving from his uncles rage.
Harry tried tuning the scene out, but his body refused to let him stop thinking about the pain. He cried out in pain for the first time and his uncle stopped abruptly
"So. Even heroes have a breaking point. I knew I'd find it eventually," his uncle smirked at his own words. "Now I know how far I have to go."
He seized the boy and took one last swing at him before opening the closet full of broken toys and hurtling the small boy in. The boy took one last look at his crazed uncle before the closet was shut and a lock could be heard being put on and shut.
There was no way out now. And now, Harry Potter blacked out afraid of what might happen if he stayed awake further.
A/N: O.k, so seriously(NO I do NOT mean Sirius), did you like it?? PLEASE review... I'll beg----ok, so I'm desperate... *gets down on knees* pretty please?? *gets back up* It only takes 2 seconds, you know....it won't kill you--I promise... Just tell me whatcha think and NO FLAMES CAUSE THEY DON'T HELP... ..Tell me if I should continue. I'm done now....Lata!
Oh, wait! I'm back. I forgot to add something.
Ratgirl: I know, Harry seems kinda out of character, but he's out of wack cause of what was happening and stuff... It isn't too bad, is it?? I'm tryin to keep everyone in character. I hope it works.
OH! And everyone else is going to enter the story soon!!!
I'm relaly done this time.. I promise... Hasta luego! (I wonder, how do you say review in spanish?? *walks off muttering in spanish*)