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"Are you all ready?" Everyone nodded in the room. They were all sitting around in a circle, unprepared for the images they would see.
"All right. If any of you wish to leave, do so now. Once the spell is cast, you all have to stay. No matter what," Albus waited for any who wished to leave. Since receiving none, he cast the spell silently and they all watched as the scenes began.
It was like a 3-d movie. It played in the middle of their circle as they watched with horrified eyes.
It began at the Platform where Harry's uncle picked him up for the summer.
Then, to the first beating of the summer when they got home.
To the starving nights.
To the sleepless nights.
To the work filled days.
To more beatings.
And then to Meal-making.
(July 1st)
"Your useless, boy." The pudgy man spit on the small figure who laid huddled in a corner. He clumsly moved out the door and slammed it shut. It had been one of the worse beatings he had gotten. He didn't move for what seemed an hour. But when he finally did, it was a sigh they heard.
Harry sat up and cradled his small arm. The swelling vanished any doubts that the arm might not be broken.
"It's ok, Harry." It was no cry of helplessness, but comfort. The boy was bandaging his arm with whatever he had and cringed.
"So, Harry. Think he'll go easy on you tomorrow?" Harry laughed coldly at the question he asked himself out loud The house watched as Harry looked outside his barred windows(the bars had been put back on over the school year) and began singing the song he had hummed for then before.
"I'll never leave, don't you cry. Oh, baby, don't you see." The boys eyes were shut and he seemed to have fallen asleep, but after a little while, he regained himself and sat on the mattress. He sighed again.
"Boy, I really screwed up this time, didn't I?"
Nobody in the house who were watching the memories moved. They were still and quiet. The only thing that was different were the tears that ran silently down some of their cheeks.
(July 31st)
"So, Boy. Think you're special because your some sort of 'hero' in your freak world?" At this his uncle smiled insanely. Harry noticed an empty bottle of liquor in his hands. "But, I suppose you aren't good enough. Were are all your friends when you need them? Don't you think they would have figured out you've been hit for your whole life?" His uncle was talking strangely and Harry didn't like it. Vernon's smile grew wider.
Receiving no answer, his uncle picked the boy up by his shirt and roughly held him against the wall.
"Answer me, boy." Harry was shaking terribly. What would he say to him?
"I-I don't know. I guess they just never noticed," Harry's said in a low whisper that sounded like he was going to pass out it was so faint.
"Or maybe they did. Maybe," his uncle brought his face closer to Harry's. "Maybe they just don't care."
Harry didn't seem changed by the news. He just stared at his uncle blankly. His uncle released the boy, sending him to the floor in a crumple. Harry grimaced from the still broken arm which didn't seem to be getting any better.
His uncle punched him, threw him, and kicked him. He nearly broke Harry's jaw when he punched him in the face. But, instead the jaw began bleeding freely from a cut that had been made by the ring on Vernon's hand.
It was then, that Harry realized why his uncle had brought that empty bottle in with him. Harry watched as he took the empty bottle and raised it over the boy who was huddled in a corner.
For one moment, the man only grinned insanely at the boy. But, before Harry could react, the large bottle came crashing down on Harry's head. Harry's eyes begged for something, but that was the most emotion they got out of him for now. His uncle left in victory with Harry's head bleeding freely and the humming began again.
Soon, Harry lifted himself to the mattress which served as a bed. Harry was grateful that he had at least this. Harry lay in bed and began singing another song.
"Happy Birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, Harry. Happy birthday to me." His voice was hoarse and in a low whisper as to not be heard.
"I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything better today," Harry said talking to nobody. "After all, my birthday was never a big deal before."
After a few short moments he added out loud
"All I wish for my birthday is for Sirius to get free. It was me that got him into this mess. Now all I want is for him to get out of it." Harry blew out imaginary candles and shook his head furiously causing him to hold his head in agony.
"Don't be a prat, Harry. Wishes don't come true for you."
(August 14th)
"Go outside and paint that fence. Then, I want you to pull the weeds in the garden." Harry nodded and trudged outside.
"You! You are not going to be running around freely tonight, you understand boy?" Harry nodded and his uncle continued.
"Get down stairs!"
They watched as the man chained Harry up to the wall.
"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?"
"You can't keep me chained up here like some animal!"
"Your lucky you get this good of treatment!" His uncle puched him and Harry hung his head.
Then they watched as he got beat for the last time and was thrown into the closet.
They watched as the teenagers came and saved him.
And then it ended. And they all were sitting in complete silence before Sirius broke it.
"I gotta get out of here," Sirius was shaking terribly. Remus tried to make him sit back down.
"Harry'll need to see you when he wakes up," Remus tried to console him. But Sirius pulled away.
"I can't face him. Not now. Not after what I've seen." And Sirius walked out the door and transformed into the dog.
A/N: Hum.....I dunno. Whatcha all think???Please, please review!!! I'm hoping ya'll still like this story........ Thanks to these reviewers for chapter 5:
Wink At J00: 21 OMG's!!!!! lol. I'm soooo glad you like it so much.....I'll try to update as much as I can. Thanks for your review.
AtieJen: Aloha!!! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story, and thanks for reviewing!
RadiantMoonWolf: "You bet your booty I liked it!"
"Are you all ready?" Everyone nodded in the room. They were all sitting around in a circle, unprepared for the images they would see.
"All right. If any of you wish to leave, do so now. Once the spell is cast, you all have to stay. No matter what," Albus waited for any who wished to leave. Since receiving none, he cast the spell silently and they all watched as the scenes began.
It was like a 3-d movie. It played in the middle of their circle as they watched with horrified eyes.
It began at the Platform where Harry's uncle picked him up for the summer.
Then, to the first beating of the summer when they got home.
To the starving nights.
To the sleepless nights.
To the work filled days.
To more beatings.
And then to Meal-making.
(July 1st)
"Your useless, boy." The pudgy man spit on the small figure who laid huddled in a corner. He clumsly moved out the door and slammed it shut. It had been one of the worse beatings he had gotten. He didn't move for what seemed an hour. But when he finally did, it was a sigh they heard.
Harry sat up and cradled his small arm. The swelling vanished any doubts that the arm might not be broken.
"It's ok, Harry." It was no cry of helplessness, but comfort. The boy was bandaging his arm with whatever he had and cringed.
"So, Harry. Think he'll go easy on you tomorrow?" Harry laughed coldly at the question he asked himself out loud The house watched as Harry looked outside his barred windows(the bars had been put back on over the school year) and began singing the song he had hummed for then before.
"I'll never leave, don't you cry. Oh, baby, don't you see." The boys eyes were shut and he seemed to have fallen asleep, but after a little while, he regained himself and sat on the mattress. He sighed again.
"Boy, I really screwed up this time, didn't I?"
Nobody in the house who were watching the memories moved. They were still and quiet. The only thing that was different were the tears that ran silently down some of their cheeks.
(July 31st)
"So, Boy. Think you're special because your some sort of 'hero' in your freak world?" At this his uncle smiled insanely. Harry noticed an empty bottle of liquor in his hands. "But, I suppose you aren't good enough. Were are all your friends when you need them? Don't you think they would have figured out you've been hit for your whole life?" His uncle was talking strangely and Harry didn't like it. Vernon's smile grew wider.
Receiving no answer, his uncle picked the boy up by his shirt and roughly held him against the wall.
"Answer me, boy." Harry was shaking terribly. What would he say to him?
"I-I don't know. I guess they just never noticed," Harry's said in a low whisper that sounded like he was going to pass out it was so faint.
"Or maybe they did. Maybe," his uncle brought his face closer to Harry's. "Maybe they just don't care."
Harry didn't seem changed by the news. He just stared at his uncle blankly. His uncle released the boy, sending him to the floor in a crumple. Harry grimaced from the still broken arm which didn't seem to be getting any better.
His uncle punched him, threw him, and kicked him. He nearly broke Harry's jaw when he punched him in the face. But, instead the jaw began bleeding freely from a cut that had been made by the ring on Vernon's hand.
It was then, that Harry realized why his uncle had brought that empty bottle in with him. Harry watched as he took the empty bottle and raised it over the boy who was huddled in a corner.
For one moment, the man only grinned insanely at the boy. But, before Harry could react, the large bottle came crashing down on Harry's head. Harry's eyes begged for something, but that was the most emotion they got out of him for now. His uncle left in victory with Harry's head bleeding freely and the humming began again.
Soon, Harry lifted himself to the mattress which served as a bed. Harry was grateful that he had at least this. Harry lay in bed and began singing another song.
"Happy Birthday to me. Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday, Harry. Happy birthday to me." His voice was hoarse and in a low whisper as to not be heard.
"I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything better today," Harry said talking to nobody. "After all, my birthday was never a big deal before."
After a few short moments he added out loud
"All I wish for my birthday is for Sirius to get free. It was me that got him into this mess. Now all I want is for him to get out of it." Harry blew out imaginary candles and shook his head furiously causing him to hold his head in agony.
"Don't be a prat, Harry. Wishes don't come true for you."
(August 14th)
"Go outside and paint that fence. Then, I want you to pull the weeds in the garden." Harry nodded and trudged outside.
"You! You are not going to be running around freely tonight, you understand boy?" Harry nodded and his uncle continued.
"Get down stairs!"
They watched as the man chained Harry up to the wall.
"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?"
"You can't keep me chained up here like some animal!"
"Your lucky you get this good of treatment!" His uncle puched him and Harry hung his head.
Then they watched as he got beat for the last time and was thrown into the closet.
They watched as the teenagers came and saved him.
And then it ended. And they all were sitting in complete silence before Sirius broke it.
"I gotta get out of here," Sirius was shaking terribly. Remus tried to make him sit back down.
"Harry'll need to see you when he wakes up," Remus tried to console him. But Sirius pulled away.
"I can't face him. Not now. Not after what I've seen." And Sirius walked out the door and transformed into the dog.
A/N: Hum.....I dunno. Whatcha all think???Please, please review!!! I'm hoping ya'll still like this story........ Thanks to these reviewers for chapter 5:
Wink At J00: 21 OMG's!!!!! lol. I'm soooo glad you like it so much.....I'll try to update as much as I can. Thanks for your review.
AtieJen: Aloha!!! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story, and thanks for reviewing!
RadiantMoonWolf: "You bet your booty I liked it!"