Ok this is my first time writing something that is not poetry. Please try
and be nice.
Disclaimer: Is my name on the front of those books? If it was, would I be sitting here writing fanfiction? I don't think so.
Y'all enjoy the show!!
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The first thing he noticed when he came to was the pain; total, complete, incapacitating pain. It radiated from every nerve ending and pressure point in his body. As he tried to sit up without possibly damaging himself even further he thought 'what in the bloody hell was that thing that hit me?' Then as if flood gates opened he remembered.
FLASHBACK
The front door slammed shut, a signal that uncle Vernon was home. And from the force which the door slammed, it didn't sound like he was too happy.
"PETUNIA!!" Uncle Vernon bellowed at the top of his lungs. "I got laid off my job and it's all that boy's fault! If we had just gone ahead and killed him when we had the chance, this wouldn't have happened! He's been cursing us behind our backs for years!"
He threw his briefcase on the table then waddled over to the stairs. There he took a deep breath and yelled, "BOY! Get down here NOW!"
The minute the last word was said, Harry flung open his door and charged down the stairs. Although having to limp slightly as a result from yesterdays beating. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was grabbed by the neck and slammed against the wall with Uncle Vernon's hideous purple face mere inches from his.
"Boy, I want you to tell me exactly why I got laid off my job today," Said Vernon as whispered threateningly in his face.
"I-I d-don't kn-know Uncle." Harry stuttered.
"I'll tell you why I got laid off. It's because YOU cursed us! You've been cursing this family since the minute your worthless carcass showed up on our porch. I'm sick and tired of having to deal with all your crap summer after summer. Get your freaky shit out of the cupboard and take it to the car!"
With that said, Uncle Vernon let go of Harry's neck and went to fetch his keys. Harry went and did as his uncle bid (A/N: hey that rhymes!!) and got his stuff out of the cupboard.
When Harry got back from the cupboard, Uncle Vernon was waiting for him in the foyer.
"Well, what are you waiting for?!" Uncle Vernon demanded. "Take your shit and put it in the boot of the car. Then get inside!"
Harry rushed to do as his uncle said because it looked as if he might beat him again if he wasn't fast enough. When he was finished he went and made to open the back door. He was stopped when Vernon grabbed his arm and swung around to face him.
Vernon the got really close to face and said, "Listen here freak boy; where I'm taking you is the point of no return. I will never have to deal with you and your freakiness ever again."
After his little speech, Vernon opened the back door of the car and threw Harry inside. He then got into the car and turned it on and just started driving. They drove for hours upon hours. By the time Vernon stopped, Harry didn't even know if he was still in England. Then Vernon came and opened the door.
"Goodbye and good riddance freak."
He yanked Harry out of the car and gave him a final thrashing. Fists were pounding his face and ribs; feet kicking him in the stomach and head; a bat from the trunk used to beat his back. When Vernon was done and Harry laid there barely holding onto consciousness, the last thing he heard from Vernon was, "I hope you die freak."
END FLASHBACK
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ok that's all I can think of so far. If you have ANY sort of suggestions to make this better write me an e-mail. Remember, this is my first time attempting to write an actual story and not poetry. I need encouragement and positive feedback. Well until then!
Trix
Disclaimer: Is my name on the front of those books? If it was, would I be sitting here writing fanfiction? I don't think so.
Y'all enjoy the show!!
!#$%&()(&%$#!!#$%&()(&%$#!
The first thing he noticed when he came to was the pain; total, complete, incapacitating pain. It radiated from every nerve ending and pressure point in his body. As he tried to sit up without possibly damaging himself even further he thought 'what in the bloody hell was that thing that hit me?' Then as if flood gates opened he remembered.
FLASHBACK
The front door slammed shut, a signal that uncle Vernon was home. And from the force which the door slammed, it didn't sound like he was too happy.
"PETUNIA!!" Uncle Vernon bellowed at the top of his lungs. "I got laid off my job and it's all that boy's fault! If we had just gone ahead and killed him when we had the chance, this wouldn't have happened! He's been cursing us behind our backs for years!"
He threw his briefcase on the table then waddled over to the stairs. There he took a deep breath and yelled, "BOY! Get down here NOW!"
The minute the last word was said, Harry flung open his door and charged down the stairs. Although having to limp slightly as a result from yesterdays beating. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was grabbed by the neck and slammed against the wall with Uncle Vernon's hideous purple face mere inches from his.
"Boy, I want you to tell me exactly why I got laid off my job today," Said Vernon as whispered threateningly in his face.
"I-I d-don't kn-know Uncle." Harry stuttered.
"I'll tell you why I got laid off. It's because YOU cursed us! You've been cursing this family since the minute your worthless carcass showed up on our porch. I'm sick and tired of having to deal with all your crap summer after summer. Get your freaky shit out of the cupboard and take it to the car!"
With that said, Uncle Vernon let go of Harry's neck and went to fetch his keys. Harry went and did as his uncle bid (A/N: hey that rhymes!!) and got his stuff out of the cupboard.
When Harry got back from the cupboard, Uncle Vernon was waiting for him in the foyer.
"Well, what are you waiting for?!" Uncle Vernon demanded. "Take your shit and put it in the boot of the car. Then get inside!"
Harry rushed to do as his uncle said because it looked as if he might beat him again if he wasn't fast enough. When he was finished he went and made to open the back door. He was stopped when Vernon grabbed his arm and swung around to face him.
Vernon the got really close to face and said, "Listen here freak boy; where I'm taking you is the point of no return. I will never have to deal with you and your freakiness ever again."
After his little speech, Vernon opened the back door of the car and threw Harry inside. He then got into the car and turned it on and just started driving. They drove for hours upon hours. By the time Vernon stopped, Harry didn't even know if he was still in England. Then Vernon came and opened the door.
"Goodbye and good riddance freak."
He yanked Harry out of the car and gave him a final thrashing. Fists were pounding his face and ribs; feet kicking him in the stomach and head; a bat from the trunk used to beat his back. When Vernon was done and Harry laid there barely holding onto consciousness, the last thing he heard from Vernon was, "I hope you die freak."
END FLASHBACK
!#$%&()
ok that's all I can think of so far. If you have ANY sort of suggestions to make this better write me an e-mail. Remember, this is my first time attempting to write an actual story and not poetry. I need encouragement and positive feedback. Well until then!
Trix