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Chapter 2
Letters, Scars, and Torch
Harry trudged down the stairs to the kitchen for lunch. His Aunt, Uncle and cousin were already at the table. Of course, Dudley was already stuffing his face with food. He had become even fatter, if that was at all possible. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon,well......Mostly Aunt Petunia had tried to get Dudley to diet. But unfortunatly it didn't work. He only became fatter and fatter. He was so fat that his buttox sagged over the chair he was sitting on, almost reaching half-way to the floor. Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper as usual and sipping some coffee, even though it was a little late for coffee. Aunt Petunia was sitting at the table, with her lips pursed over her teeth as usual.
They did not pay attention to Harry as he sat down at the table to eat. Of course, Harry never ate much at meal-times anymore. He ate very little and was growing thin. Even though Aunt Petunia never liked Harry much, she had to keep him at least in good health. And the way he was acting was NOT good for his health. So, she handed over a nice-sized plate of food to him. He looked at her, then began to pick at his food. After about ten minutes, Harry only had eaten maybe five to six fork-fulls of food. He pushed his chair back, and left the kitchen table to go to his room.
He shut his door and sat on the small bed. He looked at the calender which marked the days left to go to Hogwarts. Only three weeks left. Harry looked at Hedwig's cage, and watched Hedwig sleep. He had reecieved letters from his friends over the summer, but none of them had invited him to stay at their homes. Not that it bothered Harry. He actualy liked the solitude away from his friends. He once again surveyed himself in the mirror. With his T-shirt on he could see the light scar on the upper part of his arm. It surprised him that none of his friends ever noticed it. Which was a good thing, for it would lead to some tough questions to answer. Questions he did not want to answer.
He still remembered the day he got that scar. It was a normal day in the life of Harry Potter, that is, until his cousin came home. Dudley and Harry were only eight years old at the time, and of course, Dudley was still very stupid. He had found a needle on the street, while walking home from his friends place. It was full of a strange purple liquid, and Dudley thought it would be fun to poke Harry with it. He thought if he poked Harry with the purple solution, it would make Harry's skin turn purple too. And Dudley thought that would be very funny. Of course, Harry would get the blame for it, not Dudley. So he walked home with the needle. He saw Harry outside, laying down on the lawn, looking up at the sky. He snuck up on Harry, but failed to poke him when he stepped on a twig. Harry shot up from the ground and saw Dudley with the needle in his hand. Harry knew it wouldn't be good if he got poked by it. So, he began to run. Dudley saw him escaping, and ran after him. Unfortunatly for Harry, he tripped and fell to the ground, but tried to get back up as fast as possible.
Dudley, who was running as fast as his pudgy legs would carry him, ran into Harry and stabbed him with the needle. Of course, Dudley stabbed him a little to hard and left a scar upon Harry's arm. He injected Harry with the purple liquid, but was surprised that he didn't turn purple. Instead, Harry started to scream with internal pain, as the icy substance flowed through his veins. And ever since that day, Harry's spirit developed a mind of its own. It had its own personality, and thoughts. Harry realized this when his spirit first began to talk to him, when he was nine. It told Harry that it wanted to be called Torch. And every once in a while Harry would talk with his spirit. Wether it was about how Harry was doing or how his day went. Until Harry met Ron and Hermione, Torch was his only friend.
Harry sighed as he sat on the bed and took out the letters his friends had written him for his 16th birthday. Ron had sent him a book called Quidditch Teams Of The World. and Hermione had sent him an organizer and a large box of chocolate frogs. They had also sent him letters. Harry began to read Ron's letter first:
Dear Harry
Happy birthday mate! Sorry that I haven't sent you a letter earlier, but Pig got sick, so we had to go and treat him. Apparently it was a owl flu. Don't know how he got it though. I hope you like your gift, I found it in Diagon Alley when we went to treat Pig. Hope those muggles aren't bugging you too much. I lost your Fellytone number. Can you give it to me again? Anyways, Mum and Dad are convincing Dumbledore to let you stay over for the last two weeks of Summer, but I don't know anything yet. And again Happy 16th birthday Harry!
Your best friend
Ron
Harry smiled. Ron could always cheer Harry up, no matter how down Harry was feeling. But it had been a week and still no response from Ron. He could only hope, and that was something Harry rarely ever did anymore. Harry then picked up Hermione's lette and began to read it:
Dear Harry
Happy birthday Harry. I hope you enjoy your gift and the chocolate frogs I sent. I got a letter from Ron saying his mum and dad were trying to get Dumbledor to let you stay at the Burrow. I too tried talking to Dumbledore, but I haven't gotten any news yet. I was hoping that you and Ron could stay over at my house this time, since we always go to the Burrow. Well we can always hope right? Anyway I hope your doing okay Harry. If I don't owl you soon, then I'll either see you at Ron's or on the Train. Bye Harry!
Love
Hermione
Hope. The one thing Harry didn't believe in anymore. Harry began to reflect on the day Sirius died again, thus angering himself and his open-minded spirit. Then Torch began to try and talk to Harry.
Torch: Are you angering yourself AGAIN? You know you shouldn't do that.
Harry: Silence. You don't understand. You're my spirit for Merlin's sake.
Torch: I know I'm your soul. That means I'm supposed to guide you and stuff. Anyways, were you reading the letters again?
Harry: Yes. What's it to you?
Torch: Nothing. It's good that you're reading them. Hopefully you'll realize they're trying to help you.
Harry was silent. Were his friends really trying to help him? If so, why did they not mention words of comfort in the letters? Torch waited for a reply, and when he got none, he crawled away into Harry's mind. Harry layed down, and began to fall asleep. Hopefully he would have no nightmares this time.
Of course. He knew that was impossible.
I hope the part with Torch wasn't confussing. again Review!!! plz?