Chapter one: Summer's Hell on Number Four Privet Drive Harry woke up like every morning with the dread of his daily chores and punishments. Harry lived with his aunt and uncle and whale of a cousin.
"Harry get down here now! You have to make breakfast. Damn boy." barked Aunt Petunia.
Harry got out of bed wincing his uncle had beat him last night and cracked a rib or two. Harry could of repaired them easily but he was under aged and wasn't allowed to do magic out of Hogwarts.
" Hurry up!" the horse faced woman yelled again.
"I'm coming!" Harry panted. the pain was unbearable.
With every step he took came pain he took off his clothes and looked at the bruises. They were the color of the night sky. He put on his baggiest clothes so it wouldn't hurt so bad. He staggered downstairs trying not to scream in agony.
Harry made breakfast in silence trying not to cry. He cleaned up the dishes and went upstairs and laid down sobbing in pain on his bed.
He remembered every punch, kick, and smack his uncle gave him that night.
(FLASHBACK)
Harry was in his room thinking about Ron and Hermione. Then his uncle walked in.
" Let's play a little game," he said softly, "is that alright with you?" Harry didn't answer he knew what was coming.
"Answer me boy!" he punched Harry in the stomach, "is that ok"
" Yes ... S-sir" Harry panted.
"Good." he smacked Harry in the face.
He fell to the floor trying to hold back the tears.
"Get up!" the purple faced man said.
Harry got up and WHAM! He was on the floor again. Vernon kicked his sides then his head. Harry blacked out.
When he woke up he was on the floor it was dark. Harry felt like he was going to die in this hell called Number Four Private Drive.
(END OF FLASHBACK)
Harry winced And closed his eyes and drifted to sleep.