Birthday Surprises Chapter Eleven
Usual disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Please. Wish it were mine though. Ah, if only. Lolly, xxx.
Hey People! Thank you for the reviews. Anja10, you'll have to wait and see. Athenakitty, I'm glad you like my story, and I will try to keep the chapters manageable, but no promises (I like to ramble, in case you hadn't noticed already ;-D) anyhoo, all reviews are greatly appreciated, even if they are just to say whether you like it or not - please, please, please keep reviewing. Hope u like the next chapter.
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The room was dark - it was very small too. The seventeen-year-old Harry had frozen where he appeared. Three-year-old Harry was laying on the small bed, watching a small spider scuttle across the floor. There was an ear-splitting roar of fury from somewhere, and the small boy's head snapped up, his eyes wide with fear. "POTTER!" The voice of Vernon Dursley was unmistakeable, and the young Harry flinched. The older Harry looked a bit green, and was focussing his gaze on the spider still. It was scuttling faster, and disappeared into a small crack in the floorboards. The headmaster put an arm around the boy's shoulders, feeling him shake. Moments later, the door to the cupboard burst open, and a very angry looking Vernon filled the doorway. "Get out here boy!" He yelled. Little Harry slithered from the bed, shaking almost as much as his older self. Not quite, though. The group followed the child and his Uncle into the living room. They had just arrived when it began - Vernon punched the small child and sent him sprawling to the ground, his eyes wide with terror and filled with tears. Harry turned away, feeling sick. He could remember it all in vivid detail - even all these years later, and he could almost feel the pain. Behind him, the small child instinctively curled into a ball and sobbed as he was kicked and punched. The scene changed, and Harry knew that it was a few days later. Dudley was careering around the living room, and ran full on into Harry, who cried out in pain. His chest and body was black and blue from his beating. Uncle Vernon came in, looking furious. Little Harry shied away in fright,
"Sorry Uncle Vernon, I." His apologies were cut off by a hard punch to the ribs, followed by another and another. It only stopped when the boy fell unconscious.
"Come on, son, we'll take you to MacDonald's." Vernon said, slightly out of breath. The young Dudley nodded eagerly, and they left.
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It was several beatings later before Vernon slipped up and punched Harry's face. He had snarled and told him that he wasn't to tell anyone - he warned that no one would believe him, and that he would be taken away and put in prison with all the bad people. The young Harry had been reduced to tears yet again, before being led to his cupboard and locked in.
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Harry gulped as he saw Uncle Vernon sitting in his favourite chair - he knew all too well what was coming. Little Harry had been hovering behind the doorframe, petrified to make a sound. He crept into the living room, his heavily bruised face illuminated by the harsh orange light of the electric fire. His green eyes were wide and fearful, as he tried to pass Vernon without causing any disturbance. Unfortunately, he tripped over one of Dudley's toys, and fell flat on his face, with a small yelp of pain. Vernon was suddenly towering above him, looking livid. The young Harry met his eyes, and shrunk as small as he could, knowing what was coming. After a moment without any punches or kicks, he sneaked a look at Vernon to see a long leather belt in his hand. He cracked it menacingly, before bringing it down on the back of Harry, who screamed in agony. He brought it down again and again, until the flesh of Harry's back was red, swollen and bleeding. Then he moved onto the boy's legs, the buckle of the belt cutting into the skin. It seemed to last a lifetime for both Harry's, as well as every other adult in the room, except Vernon, who seemed to think it was all over far too soon. Minerva, unable to watch, squeezed her eyes shut as tears fell down her face. Three-year-old Harry was crawling from the room, his overly large shirt spotted with blood.
***
They all watched as Harry grew slowly, becoming painfully thin and withdrawn. A few months before he was due to start school, another beating came; only this one caused a broken rib. The older Harry had ceased to watch, and was sitting in the corner of the room, his head resting on his knees. Petunia and Minerva were crying openly, and tears slipped down the face of the headmaster while Severus looked highly discomfited.
Usual disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Please. Wish it were mine though. Ah, if only. Lolly, xxx.
Hey People! Thank you for the reviews. Anja10, you'll have to wait and see. Athenakitty, I'm glad you like my story, and I will try to keep the chapters manageable, but no promises (I like to ramble, in case you hadn't noticed already ;-D) anyhoo, all reviews are greatly appreciated, even if they are just to say whether you like it or not - please, please, please keep reviewing. Hope u like the next chapter.
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The room was dark - it was very small too. The seventeen-year-old Harry had frozen where he appeared. Three-year-old Harry was laying on the small bed, watching a small spider scuttle across the floor. There was an ear-splitting roar of fury from somewhere, and the small boy's head snapped up, his eyes wide with fear. "POTTER!" The voice of Vernon Dursley was unmistakeable, and the young Harry flinched. The older Harry looked a bit green, and was focussing his gaze on the spider still. It was scuttling faster, and disappeared into a small crack in the floorboards. The headmaster put an arm around the boy's shoulders, feeling him shake. Moments later, the door to the cupboard burst open, and a very angry looking Vernon filled the doorway. "Get out here boy!" He yelled. Little Harry slithered from the bed, shaking almost as much as his older self. Not quite, though. The group followed the child and his Uncle into the living room. They had just arrived when it began - Vernon punched the small child and sent him sprawling to the ground, his eyes wide with terror and filled with tears. Harry turned away, feeling sick. He could remember it all in vivid detail - even all these years later, and he could almost feel the pain. Behind him, the small child instinctively curled into a ball and sobbed as he was kicked and punched. The scene changed, and Harry knew that it was a few days later. Dudley was careering around the living room, and ran full on into Harry, who cried out in pain. His chest and body was black and blue from his beating. Uncle Vernon came in, looking furious. Little Harry shied away in fright,
"Sorry Uncle Vernon, I." His apologies were cut off by a hard punch to the ribs, followed by another and another. It only stopped when the boy fell unconscious.
"Come on, son, we'll take you to MacDonald's." Vernon said, slightly out of breath. The young Dudley nodded eagerly, and they left.
***
It was several beatings later before Vernon slipped up and punched Harry's face. He had snarled and told him that he wasn't to tell anyone - he warned that no one would believe him, and that he would be taken away and put in prison with all the bad people. The young Harry had been reduced to tears yet again, before being led to his cupboard and locked in.
***
Harry gulped as he saw Uncle Vernon sitting in his favourite chair - he knew all too well what was coming. Little Harry had been hovering behind the doorframe, petrified to make a sound. He crept into the living room, his heavily bruised face illuminated by the harsh orange light of the electric fire. His green eyes were wide and fearful, as he tried to pass Vernon without causing any disturbance. Unfortunately, he tripped over one of Dudley's toys, and fell flat on his face, with a small yelp of pain. Vernon was suddenly towering above him, looking livid. The young Harry met his eyes, and shrunk as small as he could, knowing what was coming. After a moment without any punches or kicks, he sneaked a look at Vernon to see a long leather belt in his hand. He cracked it menacingly, before bringing it down on the back of Harry, who screamed in agony. He brought it down again and again, until the flesh of Harry's back was red, swollen and bleeding. Then he moved onto the boy's legs, the buckle of the belt cutting into the skin. It seemed to last a lifetime for both Harry's, as well as every other adult in the room, except Vernon, who seemed to think it was all over far too soon. Minerva, unable to watch, squeezed her eyes shut as tears fell down her face. Three-year-old Harry was crawling from the room, his overly large shirt spotted with blood.
***
They all watched as Harry grew slowly, becoming painfully thin and withdrawn. A few months before he was due to start school, another beating came; only this one caused a broken rib. The older Harry had ceased to watch, and was sitting in the corner of the room, his head resting on his knees. Petunia and Minerva were crying openly, and tears slipped down the face of the headmaster while Severus looked highly discomfited.
