Lunarian: Lunarian: Waves, My writing has slowed down more on the count of having a job. Please review! Added Omake.
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- Night Terrors -
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Last Time
From what he could gather from Harry's thoughts the muggles he lived with were hurting him each time he woke up screaming when he in canted Crucio. Not willing to risk letting his newfound plaything dying on him after all the work he had already done, Voldemort decided upon laying off the Cruciatus for now and simply caused the stripling to wake up with a mild pain curse the equivalent of an intense migraine.
--- Chapter 12 ---
-- Day Comes With No Reprieve --
Waking up abruptly with a sharp pain in his aching head, Harry Potter age fifteen blearily looked around his room as his brain tried to take things in. Pressing his hand against his head he tried to relieve the pressure he felt behind his eyes. Breathing deeply in hopes of lessening the pain he shut his eyes and rubbed his thumb and index finger against his forehead in a soothing circular motion. After a few minutes of this self treatment his headache receded enough so that he could think clearly again.
The first thing his muffled mind comprehended was that he was lain on his bed at an unnatural angle, his legs hanging off the side and his head digging into the wall. Awkwardly he turned his head towards his alarm clock placed beside his bed, thinking dark thoughts. Stupid damn relatives, of course the only luxury they would let me have here is just to make sure I make their breakfast before they're up. Squinting to bring the digital numbers into focus he saw there was still another half hour until the stove had to be turned on to start breakfast.
Groaning he mentally cursed all that he knew for having to wake up this early. Merlin I miss Hogwarts, damn you Dumbledore, always sent back here for my own good my bloody fat arse. Now that the pain in the front of his head had dampened to a dull ache, another pain was felt in the back of his head. Padding at the back of his head brought a wince from a sting as he brought his hand back with spots of blood on it. With his mind still befuddled from sleep and something he couldn't place, he disregarded the blood and sat up. Why can't I remember my dream from last night? My scar area was hurting so it had to be Voldemort. He couldn't shake this feeling that he was forgetting something important. There's something I got to remember... what was it?
Harry thought hopefully he would remember after waking himself up with a cold wash-up. Trying to shake off his lethargy he got out from under his thread bare cover and hopped out of bed. This turned out to be a very bad idea and the very beginning of a long day of hell. As soon as his bare foot landed on the wooden floor severe pain erupted all over the bottom of his foot, he had landed full weight on to several shards of broken glass. The sharp pieces sliced up the poor boy's heel and sole quite badly.
"Yraaagh!" The unfortunate young wizard cried out as the unexpected laceration caused his knees to give out, buckling under him bringing his face down on to the floor hard. Whump! Now suffering from a bruised nose, stinging forehead and cut up feet he was questioning the wisdom of getting up this day. No.. the Dursley's would make it worse, somehow. They always do. Now what the fuck did I step on? Quickly he rolled over and brought up his right foot close in view to his face, on seeing pieces of bloody glass lodged deeply in and the rest cut up he winced. "Fuuuuuck" He said in low mournful murmur.
The-boy-who-was-in-pain tentatively touched one of the less stuck in pieces of glass, trying to pull it out. Suddenly as he inspected carefully what he had stepped on and saw the shattered remains of his old spell-o-tape'd wire frame glasses it was if a switch was flicked on in his brain. He now remembered with cruel vivid clarity last night's happenings. To say he was supremely upset was an understatement. Shit, ah hell no. My glasses are ruined... I'm almost blind... My trunk and school supplies... Hedwig! That lard bastard better not harm a single feather on her head or I'll shove these shards into his eyes!
The day suddenly took on a much grimmer shade now that Harry remembered his Uncle taking away all of his school supplies in his trunk. Luckily he is too stupid to search my room or he would have found where I keep my important things. As soon as he could after returning to this hell hole from Hogwarts last year he took immediate action in storing his most precious possessions in a hidden hollow space underneath a trick floorboard. It might have seemed to be a paranoid maneuver to anyone else, but he had not survived this long through the Dursley's care and as dark wizard public enemy #1 for nothing.
Looking back on that day now he was infinitely glad that he had decided to do so. Even on the off chance that someone did discover his personal safe he was confident that it's contents would remain untouched. He had wrapped his personal items within his invisibility cloak so the area would appear barren. I don't even want to think of what would happen if I lost my parent's photo album, I'd probably snap and kill them all. Funnily that thought didn't fill him with a sick feeling as it once had.
The thoughts on irreplaceable things brought back to mind the more immediate problem of Hedwig being taken away. On the practical level there was the problem that having his owl taken away effectively cut him off from the entire wizarding world, leaving him with no way to call for help. Then on the emotional level Hedwig is his friend, his first true friend as well as his first birthday present he can remember given with care. Getting Hedwig also was a turning point in his life, not only that, but she was he only thing keeping his thin hold on sanity in this god forsaken house of hell.
Many a day was it, that after spending long grueling hours back breaking labor and insignificant menial tasks, he could always finally at the end of the day retreat to his bedroom. There he would talk to Hedwig about everything while petting her to calm himself down and find some small slither of peace. Her reassuring gentle hoots always soothed his troubled soul.
There were times when he thought to himself that if the Weasley's were considered his family and by extension that, Ron his brother. Hedwig is like his beloved sister, always there for him and so open with her love. For some reason his anger rose when thinking of the Weasley's, especially Ron.
His reminiscing was cut down and the smile that was beginning to develop on his face wiped clear off, on looking at the splatter of dried blood on his wall. The wall he recalls being painfully thrown against by his beefy uncle. Thinking uncharitable thoughts at everyone else seemed to be a running theme this day. This is not good. Vernon is getting physical again, worse than ever, and I have no way to send for help. Dumbledore and the teachers are such a idiots if they think that shoving students back to their abusive households over the summer break is acceptable. Dammit I can't believe I'm sympathizing with Tom bloody-Voldemort Riddle. Nothing to help now, I better lay low and figure a plan, with any luck the Dursley's won't kill me.
With that final morbid thought Harry proceeded to get ready for the coming day. Spying a quick look at his clock he saw he still had 20 minutes before he needed to start the stove. Grabbing a change of clothes out of his beaten up dresser he hopped carefully on one foot to the bathroom. Keeping mindful to not make too much noise he leaned against the walls as he maneuvered his injured foot through the air to his destination. Scrounging around the medicine cabinet he eventually located a pair of tweezers, a bottle of antiseptic, and some bandages and gauze.
Sitting on the toilet seat with the lid down he took care of the injury with the most priority, the glass wedged in his foot's underside. Placing his foot crossed over his knee he gently used the tweezers to slowly pull out the shards. Several painful minutes later with much wincing he finished. Taking a washcloth he soaked the wounds with warm water and applied antiseptic spray to it when dried. A couple bandages later and he could walk lightly on his foot again. Now his injury was taken care of he did his regular bathroom activities.
During the whole time he was tending to his cuts, lacerations and bruises his mind wandered off still cursing off any he could think of. Stupid useless corrupt ministry. If I could use my magic freely then I could heal this no problem and get a distress call out, and get out of here soon. But no, they wouldn't hesitate to expel me from Hogwarts and snap my wand, all without even listening to why the magic was cast. It's just so completely stupid to restrict us from using magic when it's our own powers. Those bastards won't break me... I'll figure out a way.
Sometime during his brooding he had finished cleaning up and was now in the middle of fixing the Durslsy's breakfast. "Scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, pancakes and buttered toast." He found that talking to himself while working helped stave off the boredom as well as make the task as mechanic as possible, thereby ensuring it being over with quickly. "Well-toasted on both sides evenly unburnt with a massive spread of butter jelly and jam, cut into neat 'normal' triangle halves."
Harry sneered in disgust about their insistence for normalcy. Maybe I'll get really lucky one of these days and they'll die of heart problems. That would surely brighten his day, if his gluttonous uncle and cousin choked on their slop while having a heart attack. Then again, with his luck the incompetent wizards in charge would find a way to twist it into his fault. Salivating for any chance to villify their 'savior'.
Clump, creak, boom. Hearing the sudden groaning of the house, as if complaining of the extremely obese inhabitants weight, he hurriedly finished placing the finished food on the dining room table. With the tell-tale clomp and clump of blubber barreling down the stairs, the-boy-who-lived-with-apes took his own small plate of plain bread and thin strip of bacon to sit in the living room away from his cousin.
Near as soon as he sat down to eat his meager provisions he could hear his relatives attacking their meals like lions on a lamb. They made no effort to lower their voices and so the conversation carried easily to Harry's ears.
"All right, where is that good for nothing boy? Hrm? Can't show himself to the table like normal people I see."
"Aww dad, don't talk about the freak while we're eating. I'll lose my appetite, I will."
"My little Diddykins is right dear, just relax and eat your breakfast."
"Hrrph! That lazy baggage is getting too big for his britches, think's he's better then us. Imagine, with minds as diseased as his presuming to think him better then good hard working normal folk like us. Keeping us up at all hours of the night with his caterwauling and carrying on, I've a good mind to teach him some manners."
"Vernon, can we not talk about my abnormal sister's brat right now. Please!"
"All right Petunia my pet, at least I finally did something about that ruddy bird of his. So son, got anything planned for today?"
Knuckles whitened gripping his empty plate hard as his teeth grinded in fury, Harry had heard more than enough. To think that if he took his wand and right now walked in there and stunned them all, that he would be the one to be punished. Some justice, hah!
Omake
After placing the Dursleys meals on the table Harry was struck with sudden inspiration. "I think I'll add a special surprise to their eggs and cofee, just to show how much I appreciate last night."
From out of the medicinal supplies cabinet he got a bottle of ultra-laxative. He poured a generous amount into the cofee pot and some in the tea pot as well, just to be sure. Reaching under the kitchen sink he located the next ingredient, windex glass cleaner. After mixing a liberal amount into the eggs, his surprise was ready. They're so stupid they won't even notice a taste difference.
He couldn't wait until his relatives ate and the special additions kicked in. The Dursleys were gonna die in pain while shitting themselves violently, fitting.
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