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Chapter 2
Harry lay on the floor shaking from a small fever he had developed from hunger. Hedwig let out a small squawk in sympathy. Two days had passed and all he had to eat was a piece of bread and 2 cups of water. It was a hot day and he was so hungry he could hardly make it between the toilet and back anymore. Not that he needed to go that much anymore.
"You stupid fool. Don't know why the fuck you come here. I mean fuck, look at you. Your fucking gross. My friend treats his mouse like this. Forget to feed it sometimes. You do realise my parents are lying. I'm sure they have plenty of money! They just pretend to treat you like shit. Oh well, you deserve it. You know what else Harry? Harry are you listening? Oh well, I know you are. I found the keys to your room. It probably smells there, but I feel like bashing you. Why? Cause you're so pathetic. Its fun, cause you never fight back."
Harry got up trembling as he heard the lock to his door click and Dudley run in quickly, shutting the door behind him.
"Don't scream or I'll hit you harder," said Dudley with a smirk on his face.
Harry's knees wobbled beneath him. He felt so weak his eyes hardly would keep open.
"Maybe you should eat your bird if you are that hungry," said Dudley.
Dudley's fist met Harry's cheek with a harsh sound. Harry gasped and fell back onto the floor. He didn't know whether to feel afraid or just lie on the floor in self pity and let Dudley bash him. After all, it was Dumbeldore that sent him here. He probably had to take everything he got.
Dudley pinned Harry to the floor and slammed his elbow into his jaw.
"Don't you fight back idiot! Fight back I said!" screamed Dudley.
Harry turned to the side. His gaze fell to the distant wall. His head rose and fell back against the floor again as Dudley shook him. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion.
The door suddenly flung open. Dudley jumped off Harry and got up.
"What is the meaning of this?" asked Uncle Vernon.
"He swore at me father," said Dudley with sympathy in his voice.
"Very well. Get up Harry the jolly man is back. Grab your suitcase and your bird. You are leaving. Thank god for this family. This burden is finally over."
Harry felt hope rise in him as he crawled towards his suitcase and began dragging it out of the room. Uncle Vernon grabbed the cage and suitcase from him and hurriedly ran downstairs with him.
"Common common, out," said Uncle Vernon with a laugh.
Harry slowly walked down the stairs, his vision in a blur. He hoped this man would feed him. He didn't care who he was anymore.
"I'm very sorry about this Mr Dursley. If I had known earlier that the boy was at your house I would have taken him earlier. I was very good friends with his parents," the familiar voice in the door suddenly brought doubt to Harry. What was this? The voice, sounded so familiar. Something was telling him the story the voice was saying wasn't true. Maybe it was just to get him out of the place.
Harry's face rose to look Lucius Malfoy right in the face.
"You," whispered Harry. "No, wait what's going on!"
"Come on Harry," said Mr Malfoy with a fake looking smile on his face.
Lucius grabbed Harry and pulled him out of the door, dragging him to the car. Harry had barely any willpower left to argue as he was thrown into the backseat of the car.
"Here Harry, you must be hungry, this is a potion to take away your hunger. Here have it," said Lucius.
Harry shook his head in fright.
"Drink it Harry," said Lucius offering the bottle of potion to Harry.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry confused.
"Just drink it!"
"NO!"
Lucius grabbed Harry's head, tilting it back. He pinched Harry's nose to make his mouth open and poured the motion into Harry's mouth. In seconds Harry lay on the backseat unconscious.
"Excellent," said Lucius as he drove away.
Hermione found herself walking along the same footpaths as she had walked a few days ago. She was back in the city again. Hermione turned the same corner into the alley. There were a few knocked over trolleys which the gang used to sit on, but they were gone. It was completely empty. The sun was slowly setting making the alley seem much darker. She rested against a trolley as she looked around. There were smashed bottles everywhere. The stench of piss and alcohol made her feel weird. She wondered why people lived in such a mess.
In the distance somewhere people were talking loudly. Suddenly she realised they were walking right her way.
Now look what you've done. You can never do anything right. Always putting yourself in danger. You should be at home like the nice little mummy's little girl that you are. Run away while you can. Run you little wimp..
Hermione stood frozen in the same spot, she could see their shadows appearing around the corner. She could use magic if she had brought her wand, but that wasn't allowed. The conversations stopped as the gang noticed their intruder. Their leader held a bottle of alcohol and a few of the other ones were smoking.
You're gonna die. And you know it. Good on you Hermione... good one!
"Who the FUCK are you?" asked the leader. He clumsily walked up to her. The girls in the gang were gone. Hermione felt terrified as she looked into his eyes. The eyes looked so empty. They reminded her of her own eyes.
"uh... I," stuttered Hermione.
"Like what the fuck are you doing here," screamed the leader.
Hermione's heart had lifted to her throat by now. She had felt afraid before, but this was a different afraid. She felt the urge to just run, but at the same time she didn't want to move. She wanted them to hurt her. Maybe it would make her feel a bit more.
"Oi man, why don't you just have her?" asked one of the drunker guys.
"Yeah I've seen her before. Maybe she's a whore. She just wants you," said another guy. Some cheering rose among the boys.
"Don't you have your own whores?" asked Hermione bravely. "You had some girls with you last time."
The leader grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him.
"One of them, is my girlfriend," he growled. His breath stunk of alcohol.
You know this is your chance. You've been thinking about it for ages!
"I... you've got it all wrong. I just figured you guys would have drugs," said Hermione hopefully.
The boys laughed. The leader let go of her with a smirk on his face.
"You're joking right! I mean look at you! You're no drug girl," said the boy.
"No I'm serious. I've never had any!" said Hermione. Is this what you want?
"You're just trying to get out of this situation. You do realise I'm going to fuck you."
Hermione looked away in horror. Why did she ever come here?
"I... I've got my period," she said softly, hoping it would make him change his mind.
"That makes it all the fun!" he said with a smile on his face.
"Please, don't. Could you please give me some drugs! That's all I came here for! Please!"
Hermione felt tears stream down her face as he grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. He grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and shoved it into her mouth.
"Now breathe, here's all the drugs you're getting," he said.
Hermione breathed in the cigarette and began coughing. The cigarette flew out of her mouth.
"It's disgusting," she said.
"oh I know," said the leader. He turned to his gang, "oi guys, stand around the alley, make sure no one comes here."
He turned back to look at her. "You look a bit younger than me. Not much though. Us teens have to stick together you know."
I hate myself. I hate myself! Why did I get into this? I HATE MYSELF!!! Common Hermione, use your brain. You're so stupid, you can't get out of this situation. Just keep talking to him. Maybe that will work. This is what you wanted anyway wasn't it?
Hermione looked at the filthy boy looking at her. Her heart pounded in her head. She felt tears streaming down her eyes. She couldn't keep them back. Why did she get herself into this?
"What's your name?" asked Hermione a bit more bravely. If you are gonna die, you might as well talk to the guy. You're screwed either way.
"George," he replied. His hand slipped into his pocket grabbing something.
"Truthfully, I don't think you're that enticing. Maybe if you put on some makeup or something and wore better clothes. Your face is pretty though. Why do you want drugs anyway, since you claim that you actually want them and you aren't just trying to find a reason for being here."
Hermione gave a half hearted laugh. "Ever felt like you need to get away from everything?" she asked. "Ever felt like you just need to get away from this world, because everything about it reminds you of how pathetic you are. You realise how worthless you are!"
Hermione's tears were streaming down her face by now. She almost felt comforted by the stranger gripping her arms strongly. She knew she couldn't get away, but she just did not have the willpower to fight back anymore. She hated herself. She might as well tell someone.
George's hand slowly crept up her top. Hermione closed her eyes in shame. Something suddenly slipped down her bra, but it wasn't his hand. It was something else. He let go of her.
"You bitch," he said looking away. Hermione looked at him in confusion. "Well you can see the path is clear. Go on! Run along now bitch!" Hermione stood frozen. "Run stupid!" he screamed.
Hermione turned with tears still running down her eyes and ran out of the alley, pushing through all the guys standing at the front.
Harry awoke staring onto a white ceiling. The light was blinding. He didn't feel anymore relieved than before. The recent events came rushing back to him. He realised his room had no windows, just one door that was locked. He heard footsteps outside his door. He crawled forward towards the door to be able to hear better.
Draco walked along the hallways of his house, following his father. His father was unaware that he was following him.
"Father!" said Draco.
Lucius turned quickly, his face twisted in stress. It slowly relaxed into a soft smile.
"Yes Draco?" he asked.
"What are you doing?"
"We have a new guest. I need to question him. I want him to sign the petition about the mud bloods."
"Oh ok. Father, I don't understand. You tell me I must hate them and I do! I respect everything you have to say. But can you please tell me why I must hate them. I know you have a very good reason and so I trust you."
"Lets not discuss this now. I'm going now. You should stay here."
"Ok..."
Draco watched his father walk towards a door, open it, walk in, and shut it. A suddenly light shone from under the door with a scream following. Draco could hardly hear the scream, but he knew someone screamed. His curiosity pulled him closer towards the door. The screams grew louder.
Harry felt a painful light surround him and bring him to his feet. A wand shook his hair away from his scar.
"I do not understand how you could have survived, with just a scar! I just don't understand. Crucio!" screamed Lucius.
Harry double over in pain, and fell to the floor, twitching like a cockroach just sprayed with bug spray. He felt pain rush into every limb, every bone.
"I just don't understand, how you! Harry potter, could be so strong. Look at you! MY son is strong. He should be stronger than you!" screamed Lucius.
Draco fell back in shock. Harry was in there? What was his father doing? Draco had never seen his father be so unjust.
"Sure Harry is horrible," thought Draco. "But what had he ever done to him? Does my father really have reason to be hurting Harry, and with such a horrible spell!"
The door flung open just fast enough for Draco to hide behind a corner. The door shut tight and his father stormed away in a rage, his cloak flying behind him.
Draco slowly walked to the locked door, still in shock. He still couldn't believe it.
"Harry is that you?" he whispered through the gap under the door.
"What do you want," asked Harry weakly.
"Oh my god it is you. What do you need? Medicine, water, food, what do you need?"
"wate..." Harry's voice faded as a soft thud was heard in the room.
"Shit," swore Draco as he rushed away from the door in anger.