Lunarian: I was so happy that I got a nice review that my laziness took a jump kick to the head and proceeded to relent and let me work on the next chapter much sooner then previously planned.
- Night Terrors -
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--- Chapter 10 ---
-- Dursley's Unwitting Assistance to the Dark --
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Harry suddenly saw Voldemort right in front of him pointing his wand at him. What the hell? Where am I, whats going on, Voldemort? Shit. "Hello Potter, have a nice night, Crucio!", is what the confused Harry heard before white hot blinding pain spread throughout every nerve as his body screamed in agony. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HH! "
-Flashback Ended -
Most teenagers when they wake up in the middle of the night do so effortlessly and without much noise. If one wakes up screaming out loud, then it would be likely to assume he or she had suffered from a really bad nightmare and was undergoing a little bit of mental trauma. With Harry Potter however, waking up in the middle of the night was neither gradual nor was it quiet, a problem that would often lead to even more pain after waking up instead of being allowed to recuperate as any caring individual would instruct him to.
For this unfortunate soul, waking up from sleep has turned into a terrifying and excruciating incident. His still body that had been motionless just a moment ago instantly undergoes full-body muscle spasms, twitching and jilting around from the effects of the Cruatius curse. Immediately following this his blood-shot eyes jolt wide open and arching his back up higher then comfortable he lets out a blood curdling scream as it feels as though every single nerve ending throughout his body is being simultaneously dunked in acid and ripped apart with dull rusty knives while his eyes are having thousands of poisoned used needles shoved in and out of the iris and a clamp is being applied to his brains. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Aaaauuugggh it hurts, damn it to hell this hurts. Slowly the pain of the Cruatius began to lessen from Harry's body. I can't take this anymore! There has to be a way to block this Dumbledore you bastard. After a few seconds from when he woke up screaming in pain and literally gasping for breath to stay alive the pounding in his head receded until he could once more take an awareness of the world outside his body. What the hell's going on now? Immediately he wished he hadn't as the first thing that penetrated his sight was his door being forcefully slammed open so hard that the plaster from the ceiling lightly dusted the room in a white coating, the resulting noise doing nothing to help his merciless headache.
Purple faced with rage from being awoken so early in the morning because of the little ungrateful freak he was so kind to take in and provide a home to, Vernon Dursley threw his full weight into the shut door at the end of the hall. Seeing it just sitting there on the bed with the sheets all twisted around and bleeding from the forehead just further shoved the abnormality's status home. "Shut up you bloody freak!"
At that moment Harry would have gladly obeyed that rude order to be quiet if only he could, but the pain was still there and releasing noises helped. Squinting towards the hallway and the beams of light reaching into his room from behind his uncle Harry got a bad feeling that it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Apparently Vernon wasn't going to go away until he had a chance to vent at the 'freak'.
His beefy uncle menaced towards him slowly, sneering in disgust. The closer he came the more the poor child tried to curl within himself from his ingrained survival methods. Closing his eyes tightly and covering his head with his hands he hoped it would be brief and sloppy since his uncle was obviously tired. Crunch "ARGH!" He heard his uncle below.
Harry's tucked head jumped up and the blood drained from his face leaving it whitening in horror as he saw what was causing his beast of an uncle to holler in pain. His glasses were on the floor, most likely having been knocked off his table stand while he thrashed in pain earlier, and now his uncle had just stepped onto them breaking them.
Vernon had been about to intimidate the freak a bit to get it to be quiet, but now after stepping onto those glasses that must have been purposely left there he was pissed. Screaming in fury and pain into the freak's face he said. "You filthy unnatural piece of crap!" Spit flew from his mouth onto the huddled figure but that didn't cool his temper any. That's the last straw. I've been too kind to this thing . Grabbing onto the skinny limbs of the bane of his existence Vernon pulled him up to his face.
Beyond rational thought at this time Harry was reduced to the small helpless orphan he had been before learning about magic and his strength. Looking into the red face of his uncle he pleaded. "S-Sorry Uncle"
Hearing that freak say it was sorry as if that would do anything even if it meant it broke the last thin strand Vernon had on his restrain. Lifting the boy up higher he yelled out "Sorry? Damn right you'll be sorry you ungrateful shit!" He followed through by throwing it back onto the bed as hard as he could headfirst, being gratified when the freaks head slammed into the wall surely knocking it out. Now maybe we can finally get some sleep around this house without that freak waking us up at all hours of the night with his weirdness.
As blackness covered his sight, the last thing Harry saw was Vernon hauling away his trunk and bird cage with Hedwig still in it.
To Be Cont'd:
REVIEWS
Shadow DarknessDragon- Simple words can't express my joy when I got your review. Thank
you very much. I try not to write things that you could just skip over, are you thinking of things
like where the author spends 3 paragraphs describing the layout of an enchanted trunk? Cuz I
tend to skim those too. Incidentally I do believe you are the first person to make comment to that
review thing I did several chapters ago, I'm glad you liked that.
So would you say you think I should try to tone-down the vocabulary? I mostly use the different
words so that I don't repeat the same thing over and over. Thesaurus's are fun.
A/N: I'm open to suggestions for ways of improving my reader base. Having only 1 reviewer for my last chapter has me worried I'm doing something wrong.