Something Different

Chapter Eight

Warning- Some swearing in this chapter ( only one word), and mentions of child abuse.

Harry was walking home, he was limping. Nobody got out of their car to help the poor little abused boy. Harry looked very sick. His face was pale and he was so skinny. Harry hid all the bruises, with Dudley's castoffs. Dudley's clothes were huge, but they hid the bruises quite well. But not today Lucius had noticed his twisted ankle when he had fallen down. Why did he have to cry out in pain? Why? That was the question that was going through Harry's mind right now. Harry was at the corner of the street where the Dursleys lived. With a sigh Harry limped to the Dursley's home.

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After the accident, that Harry had had at the park, he slipped quietly into the Dursley household. Checking to make sure that nobody was walking down the hallway. His eyes scanned the hallway. Good nobody was coming. Then Harry realized that it was quiet, a little bit too quiet. Harry checked in the living room. Nope they were not there. Upstairs. Nope. They were not anywhere to be found. Maybe they were in the kitchen. Yeah that was it, they were probably hiding in the kitchen, going to tell off Harry for going upstairs without 'their' permission. You see Harry had to permission to go anywhere in the house except for the bathroom, and the kitchen. He was also allowed in the garden shed to get the gardening tools for his chores. Those were the only places that Harry was allowed to go. Harry walked down the stairs very slowly, as not to hurt his ankle. After about five minutes Harry was down the stairs.

Harry started to walk to the kitchen. It was a longer trip then he remembered. He almost feel down with the pain in his ankle. He was halfway there, when he was too tired to go on. Harry feel into one of the Dursley's couches. He feel into a less then peaceful sleep.

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Harry woke up it seemed like he had slept for hours. But that would be impossible. The Dursleys were always interrupt in the night. It was usually Dudley. He always needed a bed time snack. Harry always heard him because of the sound coming down the stairs and the dust falling on his face. ' Where am I' Harry wondered to himself. He was in the Dursley's living room, laying down on one of the couches. He was not allowed in here, the Dursleys forbid it. Then Harry heard something. Voices. There were three voices.

None other then Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Dudley. Harry listened to their conversation.

" Do you think you made the deal Honey" Aunt Petunia asked.

" I think so. If I did maybe we could take a trip to somewhere hot maybe Hawaii"

" What about the brat?" Petunia questioned.

" We will leave him with Mrs. Figg, like we always do. Don't worry Honey every thing will work out. Now lets go into the kitchen and get some dessert."

Harry froze. They were heading to the kitchen that meant that they would have to go through the living room. He had to get out of here and quick. The footsteps were getting closer. A door opened and the Dursleys walked in. Then came the yelling.

" What the hell are you doing here Boy. You are not allowed to be in here. Now get out." Harry stood up and started to limp to his cupboard. The only place where he was wanted. The only place he could call his own the Cupboard under the stairs. After all even spiders needed company. Harry was slowly walking to the door that lead hall. When someone kicked him from behind. Harry turned around to see his Uncle grinning. Harry knew that smile. His Uncle was going to hurt him.

Harry realized that his cousin and Aunt had gone into the kitchen to eat their ice cream.

Another kick alerted him to what was happing. His Uncle was speaking to him, but he could not listen. It was like his sense of hearing was gone. All of a sudden there was a crunch and Harry know what it was. His glasses. Vernon kicked him again, and again until everything went black.

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Harry woke up with a start and noticed were he was. It was the cupboard under the stairs. Harry slowly sat up in his bed and tried to find his glasses, but they were not there. Then he remembered when his Uncle had broken them. That sound of his glasses was still in his mind. Harry checked the door to see if it was locked. It didn't budge. It was locked.

The phone rang.

Someone answered it. Then there were the murmurs of 'hmms' and 'yeses'. Then the person hung up the phone.

Footsteps going up the stairs. Then someone yelling from the top of the stairs. Harry could make out a little of the conversation. But Only a little.

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Upstairs Petunia went to go alert her husband with the good news. He had the deal. He was getting a big bonus for his efforts. That meant the three members of the Dursley family were going on a vacation and they were not taking Harry. They always left Harry with an old elderly neighbor of theirs , Mrs. Figg. Mrs. Figg only lived a few doors down

, and Harry was left with her often. Harry did not like her that much, the only good thing he liked was the fact that she fed him a lot of food. The bad thing was that the food was usually things Harry did not eat like cabbage stew. Another thing to not like her were the numerous cats that resided in her house. After her husband (1)died she got some cats to keep her company. Whenever Harry went over there. She would show him pictures of her cats to past to present. One person could only take so much of 'oh look at it its Fluffy'. Fluffy was apparently the one Mrs. Figg liked the most because she always talked about him. Fluffy(2) actually was an evil looking cat .

Petunia picked up the phone and dialed Mrs. Figg's number. There was a first ring then a second, then someone picked up.

" Hello" the voice asked.

" It's me Petunia Dursley."

" I knew you would be calling me. I heard Vernon talking with the neighbors"

" Oh. Getting to the point would you watch Harry for about a week and a half."

Mrs. Figg sighed. " I wished I could, but I got some important to do. you see I have to go visit my Grandchildren(3) in Scotland, and I leave tomorrow."

" Oh, well thanks" Petunia said with a sneer.

What was she to do? The trip was to be planned for the upcoming Friday. They were not going to take that little brat with them. Petunia would find a sitter if it was the last thing she did.

Authors Notes- Ok this should have been out last month. I still can't believe I got so many reviews. I still can't believe I got over a hundred reviews. A warning this chapter has not been beta read. Sorry for the long wait, it will never happen again. I promise.

. I don't know if it said anything about Mrs. Figg having a husband. So I invented one. It was better then having her at a cat show.

2. Think about it 'Fluffy'. Think first Harry Potter book.

3. With her made-up husband, she had one daughter, and this daughter had four kids. Mrs. Figg hasn't seen them till the last one was born.