Disclaimer: Why, why, why didn't I think of Harry Potter before J.K
Rowling (bangs head on table). But, I didn't think of him (sob) so nothing
belongs to me except the plots and the characters I create.
(Does anyone know when Harry Potter 5 is coming out?)
1 Chapter 1
"And if you think you're going back to that freak school, you've got another think coming". The door slammed.
Harry was left lying on the floor. He tried to move his left arm, but found that he couldn't. He could feel something warm pouring down his cheek. He reached up with his working arm to feel what it was, his fingers came away red. Harry winced, 'I must have gotten that cut when Uncle Vernon threw the bread knife at me.', he thought to himself. Hesitantly, he felt his left eye, it was already swelling. He could imagine what that would look like in the morning.
Harry let out an almost inaudible moan of pain. He had a massive pain in his stomach from lack of food and water. He was only fed one scanty meal a day. Harry thought back to the beginning of the holidays. The moment he had entered the house, Uncle Vernon had thrown all of his possessions into the cupboard under the stairs, and had locked Harry in his room. There were now three sets of bars on Harry's window, as well as an alarm. The handle on his door had been removed so that it could only be opened from the outside, so there was no question of escape. And even if he could escape, who would rescue him? Uncle forced him to write letters to Ron, Hermione and Sirius saying that everything was fine. Harry sighed softly and glanced around his room. The pain was dulling, so it was easier to move his head around. There was a bucket and a roll of loo paper in the corner of his room. The bucket was emptied once every two days when he was asleep.
Harry sighed again, but didn't make any effort to move. One week after he had returned from Hogwarts, the beatings had started and even after a lot of eavesdropping, Harry still hadn't managed to work out the reason. The only thing he had found out was that Aunt Petunia was pregnant.
'Maybe this Dursley will like me', he whispered. In his mind he started to laugh at himself. 'Hah, like you! All Dursleys think that you're the scum of the Earth'
Harry let his mind wander to other things. "Why don't I fight back?", he asked himself softly, 'Normally I stand up to Uncle Vernon's crap'.From when the beatings had started, he had simply stood there and had let his Uncle hit him. It was worse now, because Uncle Vernon was starting to think up more imaginative and painful ways of making Harry suffer.
Unbidden, images of Harry's parents and Cedric began to flash through his mind. Harry could feel a prickling in his eyes. "Cedric, I didn't mean to" he whispered.
His thoughts were interrupted by a hoot outside the window. Harry glanced up from his position on the floor. It was Hedwig, hovering outside . She must have managed to squeeze through the flap in Harry's door, through which the Dursleys pushed his food.
"Get away Hedwig", he croaked, "Go somewhere safe" Hedwig turned and flapped away. Feeling to tired to do any more thinking, Harry slipped gratefully into unconsciousness.
(Ok, how was that Chapter??? I know that so far it's a typical 'Uncle Vernon abuses Harry' story, but it will change. Harry will not go mental!!)
(Does anyone know when Harry Potter 5 is coming out?)
1 Chapter 1
"And if you think you're going back to that freak school, you've got another think coming". The door slammed.
Harry was left lying on the floor. He tried to move his left arm, but found that he couldn't. He could feel something warm pouring down his cheek. He reached up with his working arm to feel what it was, his fingers came away red. Harry winced, 'I must have gotten that cut when Uncle Vernon threw the bread knife at me.', he thought to himself. Hesitantly, he felt his left eye, it was already swelling. He could imagine what that would look like in the morning.
Harry let out an almost inaudible moan of pain. He had a massive pain in his stomach from lack of food and water. He was only fed one scanty meal a day. Harry thought back to the beginning of the holidays. The moment he had entered the house, Uncle Vernon had thrown all of his possessions into the cupboard under the stairs, and had locked Harry in his room. There were now three sets of bars on Harry's window, as well as an alarm. The handle on his door had been removed so that it could only be opened from the outside, so there was no question of escape. And even if he could escape, who would rescue him? Uncle forced him to write letters to Ron, Hermione and Sirius saying that everything was fine. Harry sighed softly and glanced around his room. The pain was dulling, so it was easier to move his head around. There was a bucket and a roll of loo paper in the corner of his room. The bucket was emptied once every two days when he was asleep.
Harry sighed again, but didn't make any effort to move. One week after he had returned from Hogwarts, the beatings had started and even after a lot of eavesdropping, Harry still hadn't managed to work out the reason. The only thing he had found out was that Aunt Petunia was pregnant.
'Maybe this Dursley will like me', he whispered. In his mind he started to laugh at himself. 'Hah, like you! All Dursleys think that you're the scum of the Earth'
Harry let his mind wander to other things. "Why don't I fight back?", he asked himself softly, 'Normally I stand up to Uncle Vernon's crap'.From when the beatings had started, he had simply stood there and had let his Uncle hit him. It was worse now, because Uncle Vernon was starting to think up more imaginative and painful ways of making Harry suffer.
Unbidden, images of Harry's parents and Cedric began to flash through his mind. Harry could feel a prickling in his eyes. "Cedric, I didn't mean to" he whispered.
His thoughts were interrupted by a hoot outside the window. Harry glanced up from his position on the floor. It was Hedwig, hovering outside . She must have managed to squeeze through the flap in Harry's door, through which the Dursleys pushed his food.
"Get away Hedwig", he croaked, "Go somewhere safe" Hedwig turned and flapped away. Feeling to tired to do any more thinking, Harry slipped gratefully into unconsciousness.
(Ok, how was that Chapter??? I know that so far it's a typical 'Uncle Vernon abuses Harry' story, but it will change. Harry will not go mental!!)