Harry tossed painfully in his sleep, his subconscious slowly driving him mad with guilt. He kept reminding himself that despite the pain that the beatings uncle Vernon gave him resulted in, he deserved every last injury he got. He was a menace to society. People would be so much safer without him there. Everyone he had ever known had been worse off in life because of him. The Dursleys for one, because he disrupted what would normally be a very good life for them, turning it sour and nasty, ruining their perfect normality with his horrid freakishness. The Weasleys for another, he always kept Ron from his family at Christmas. Fred and George had to give up the marauders map because of him. Ginny was taken into the chamber of secrets, so that Tom could come alive and kill him, and she almost lost her life because of it. Then there was poor Mrs. Weasley. She never got a moments rest because of Harry. She was always worrying about him for some reason or another, and then Harry had to go and make it worse by giving the twins all that money. Now, with all the explosion, and random outburst of magic, the burrow would always be full of trauma and stress, and it was all Harry's fault.
Harry continued on in that sort of fashion for a while, even getting down to the little things like making the dance miserable for Parvati last year. He was about to continue when outside he heard a car screeching into the driveway full speed, a car door opening and then closing loudly and the front door, being thrown open so forcefully that it left a huge hole from the doorknob in the wall parallel to it. "Where is that boy!" Uncle Vernon's angered shout sounded throughout the house. "Oh, he's in the closet dear." Petunia replied breezily from the kitchen, "oh yes," she continued, "and when you are finished with him, tell him to come in here and make breakfast for us, it was terribly traumatic having to make breakfast this morning, nearly got burned, so do try not to knock him unconscious. Vernon made an equivocal grunt and headed angrily towards the closet under the stairs.
Vernon kicked the door so hard that it flew off its hinges, knocking Harry, who was busy standing up, into the wall opposite wall. Vernon saw Harry lying at the base of one of the walls and was enraged. "You're awake! What are you doing just sitting here while my hardworking wife is doing your chores?" Harry just raised his eyes towards his enraged uncle without moving his head, lowered his eyes again and sighed, defeated. If he was going to get punished for things he did do, why not get punished for things he didn't do too! It was all the same to him, just another bruise, one more injury, plus, if it helped relieve his uncle's stress . . . a touch of sarcasm was evident in his thoughts, but Vernon was aware of that as he quickly grabbed Harry by the front of his shirt and dragged him into the hallway. It was just too hard to beat him efficiently while he was in the closet, not enough space.
Vernon pounded on and abused Harry for the normal amount of time, leaving him just hurt enough that every movement was painful, but not hurt enough that he could not move, it was a very minor difference, but Vernon had mastered it. Harry stood up and went into the kitchen. He was moving slowly, but with a not-so-little shove from Vernon he was in the kitchen in no time. He made both lunch and dinner that day. Getting another bedtime beating, assuring his restful (not) sleep so he would be up bright and early, ready to make breakfast for the family.
The days continued in this fashion for some time, Harry hadn't actually realized how long until one day, after Vernon had had a little fun with him before breakfast (you know, hitting someone with a stick really can be quite stress-relieving, so can banging your head on a wall, but to each there own) Harry was walking into the kitchen ready to prepare another meal, when he glanced at the calendar Petunia had recently put up. The days that had already passed were crossed out with identical red x's, and Harry was surprise to find that it was almost October, he had nearly been here a month longer than he was supposed to. He just shook his head. He really didn't blame the Hogwarts professors for not wanting him there. He hand an unlucky tendency to attract Voldermort wherever he went. Why would the teachers want a student there who would bring the most feared wizard in over a hundred years to Hogwarts? They wouldn't. Harry forgot all about the date, made breakfast as usual, and the rest of the day continued on as usual until Vernon came home. Harry had seen him mad before, but never like this.
Vernon could barely breathe. He was sputtering rather than saying anything coherent, and his face was a bright magenta, whether that was from anger or lack of breathing, Harry didn't know, but all in all, he regretted tonight's usual beating severely. "Why don't you go welcome your uncle home Harry." Petunia suggested maliciously, "He looks like he has a hard day, it might improve his mood." Harry, well aware of what was actually going to improve his uncle's mood when he found him standing by the door, went anyways, resigned to the fact that he was going to get beaten anyways.
Harry went to go open the door but it slammed into him, sending him staggering back before he could reach the door handle. His uncle saw Harry stumbling backwards and was outraged, "why do I always find you messing around instead of doing something helpful?" He backhanded Harry across the face, "I think tonight might just be your last lesson boy!" His uncle shoved Harry into the wall, taking time to put down his briefcase on the bottom stair before continuing. He walked over to the crumpled Harry and kicked him savagely in the ribs. Another audible snap rang throughout the house. Vernon didn't care; he continued to beat Harry, much longer and far more ruthlessly than usual. When he was done nearly thirty minutes later, Harry could barely keep his eyes open on account of the pain, but He didn't have to worry. Vernon opened the front door, grabbed Harry by the neck. He didn't need to be worried about being seen as it was dark out, so Harry juts relaxed, knowing that whatever his uncle was going to do to him, it would probably be the last thing he did. Vernon tossed him into the backseat of the car and nearly ran into the house with glee. He got the keys to the car and jumped in.
Harry didn't know where he was until Vernon the engine of the car roared. A million thoughts could have run through Harry's mind right now, but only one, odd thought, I hope I don't bleed on Vernon's seat, he'll kill me. Harry chuckled softly at the statement. He was probably going to kill him anyways. So he just sat quietly in the back as Vernon drove off into the night.
Harry was about to fall asleep when Vernon stopped the car so suddenly that Harry was thrown f or the back seat into Vernon's and then onto the floor. He fumbled slightly trying to get up, but the side door opened and Vernon grabbed him roughly stopping his attempt immediately. "Oh yes boy," Uncle Vernon smiled in a very deranged manner, "this is gonna be the last time you bother me and my family again." With that he dragged Harry roughly from the car, depositing him in the street corner. "You probably won't even make it through the night, but I took care of you for fifteen miserable years, I don't need to worry about you anymore. Good luck finding food." He chuckled evilly and got into the car, blazing down the street and off into the night. Harry knew that he should probably get off the street and into some sort of cover, but he couldn't bring himself to care. After a few shivering moments Harry fell asleep, the cold October wind whipping through his shredded clothing.