Run away
LuvaboyDan*Hesmyman's challenge
By Blueberrie
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, JKR does and LuyaboyDan*Hesmyman owns the plot.
"I am sick of that boys abnormal attitude!"
Harry sighed, his aunt was mad at his for the 7th time that hour; he didn't know what he had done wrong.
"He's had his way in this house for 6 years and that's 6 years to many!" his aunt yelled. Harry hugged his knees to his chest in his cupboard.
"What should we do with him? We can't leave him on the streets; people would talk if they saw a seven-year-old on the streets. He is not going to an orphanage, think of the poor people who would end up adopting him."
"Well, he's not staying here another day!" she slammed the utensils draw shut, drawing out a large, sharp kitchen knife.
"How will we get rid of him?" Vernon asked, his eyes lit up at the sight of the knife. "When?" he eagerly asked, snatching the knife out of his wife's hand and twirled it around in his beefy hand, his beady eyes admiring it.
"Now." She smiled. "I don't want my duddy-kins here while you dispose of the brat, so we're be out for two hours." With that she left, holding the hand of a curious Dudley.
Harry shifted into the corner of his 'bedroom', burring his face into his chest. He heard the dreaded footsteps stop outside his cupboard, and the creak of his cupboard door open. The 7-year-old shivered in fear and began rocking back and forth, trying to calm himself down. "Get out." He heard his uncle demand.
Harry curled up, backing further into the corner. Vernon growled and grabbed Harry by the scruff of his neck, who cried out in pain, and hurled him into the kitchen and laded into a heap onto the kitchen floor. He scrambled to his feet, clutching his arm painfully. His green eyes full of unshed tears widened in fear as his uncle advanced upon him, holding a rather sharp kitchen knife, and a murderous glint in his eyes. Harry backed away into the kitchen cupboards. Panic filled Harry heart, he was trapped, his uncle was blocking the only exit.
Adrenaline was pumping in his veins, He tried to run around his uncle at one more chance for freedom, and failed, his uncle caught him and throw him into the nearest wall. He screamed in agony, unshed tears spilled down his bruised face. He stared down at the knife sticking out of his stomach, holding onto the radiator for support. Blood was oozing down his baggy T-shirt, socking his jeans and blue carpet a crimson red. His uncle's hand was still holding the knife.
Vernon drew the knife out of the boy's gut, who cried out. Now for the heart. An evil smile spread across his face. He forced the boy to look him in the eye, "Good bye, Potter." He brought down the blade but was meet with a force that was so powerful, sent him crashing through the Kitchen window.
Harry examined the blue light which had just saved his life, his eyes drifted over to the shattered window. The boy gasped in pain and his hand shot to his wound. He stumbled out of the house, with his good arm pressed against his bloody wound. Tears flowed freely down his face as he became weaker. 20 minuets later he clasped to the ground, his breathing coming out in rugged gasps and face deathly pale. He fell into darkness, wondering when death would come to claim him...
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