He's not mine, don't ask. Neither is War hammer, just my characters are mine.
Prologue.
Harry was standing in his little bedroom at No.4 Privet Drive, waiting for what was to come. Suddenly, a great fist smashed into Harry's face, throwing him into the wall behind him.
Vernon was coming at him like a man on the edgy, which he was. For the first time ever, Harry had refused, his special punishment for being a freak. Still wearing his steel-toe capped boots from his factory inspection that day, Vernon lashed out at Harry's slumped form, and shattered his breast bone, and tried to make Harry scream, but he just bit down on his tongue, and felt the blood flow into his lung from where a broken rib had lanced though it.
Burning with a sadistic rage, Vernon stamped with all his great might onto Harry's back, and broke his spine to his legs, Yet still Harry didn't scream, not until Dursly dragged him off of the floor, and broke harrys nose with a straight left, and Harry opened his mouth, but instead of screaming, he just let the bloody mass of his severed tongue his the floor.
All Dursly did was drop harry onto the floor, and stomped from the room, leaving harry to pull his broken body across to the floor boards, with only his arms to move himself. While make as little noise as possible, Harry pulled his broken wand out of his hiding space. This wand was his greatest possession, and Dudly had broken it across harrys neck in an attempt to shut harry up during one of his frequent nightmares
Harry consentraghted all his diminishing life force into is wand, and hoped to god that his addiction to survivle would save him once again, but all that happened was, he felt like he was thrown out of a 747, and suddenly he wasn't in his room anymore, and all that were left of him were a bloody puddle on the floor, his broken glasses, and the wood from fis was when it had joined it's core to harry's soul.
More to come!
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