This Chappy may be a little short and more depressing. I have lost my sister. Not a sister by blood. She was closer, a sister by Heart. I will love you forever Brooklyn. And I swear to god I will kill that bastard in the other fuckin car. I swear it.
Harry was once again passed out on his bed. He had shed more blood this time. Maybe it's becasue he was finally breaking down, maybe because he learned that nobody cared about him finally, or maybe because he was coming closer to the end and he could feel it. Maybe it was all these reasons combined.
"Boy! Come do these dishes!" The sharp slurred words from his drunken five hundred pound Uncle rang in the dark desolate room. Falling on unhearing ears. Harry was in his own world. Surrounded by the familiar comforting darkness, that was begginning to rule his waking and sleeping hours. Then again to him what was the difference. "BOY!" Vernon called again. His temper flaring dangerously. He thundered up the stairs. His collosel feet seeming to make a dent in the carpet covered hardwood floor. Becoming dangerously close. "FREAK!" He called ripping the door of Harry's room open. Ignoring the handle and just plowing in the door. Making the wooded wall crash on the floor. Hitting Harry's still frame on the bed.
This finally woke the boy. He groggily looked at his uncle. Not shocked or at least surprised just blank. No emotion showed on the teens face. No fear or Anger. Just empty hollowed eyes looked at Vernon. This seemed to only enrage the man for some reason. His drunk mind losing all reason. A slow virus devoring his reminder not to hurt the boy to bad that it would show. He pounded Harry. Kicked, punched, whipped, battered, and sliced the boy into oblivion. "Never Ignore me AGAIN!" He screamed spit flying everywere. Harry just looked at him as if he wasn't there. The whole time showing no pain. Not even a wince.
Harry was numb as if he was watching this small, gangly, sad looking, gaunt teen from another place being beat by this monster. When Harry returned back to his bruised body he still felt no pain for the first few seconds. Then the thundering useless reality hit him. Screaming Harry curled up in his meager excuse of a matress. Trying to protect his body from his Uncle who was long gone. Harry screamed again and again. No longer caring who heard him. Not caring if the Monster came back.
He actually hoped somebody heard him for once. Finally heard the screaming he had silenced for days, weeks, months, and years. The screaming that he had muted, the sound that became his silent pain that never ended.
Shacklebolt was the first to hear the screaming. Jolting awake he tried to sense were the sound was coming from. Looking from deserted house to deserted house. His eyes landing on the Dursleys. The lights were out except for a flicker of light in the farthest room from the street. The window with the bars on it. Harry's room. The horrid sound was coming from Harry's room. Something had gone terribly wrong.
"This is Shacklebolt! Somethings wrong!" He hurridly whispered into the small ring on his finger. A product made by Sirius and Remus to easily transmit messages to each other.
"Were coming!" Was the immediate response. Kingsley couldn't tell who it was but began running towards the house. The screaming had stopped with a halt. It was know earliy quiet. That was worse. Something, or someone had silenced the boy quickly.
Harry screamed until a thought struck him. Why? Why scream. Nobody heard him. It didn't heal his pain nearly as fast as his ladder does. Why? Why was he here, on this earth in this hell hole. Was he born to suffer. Was he only made so he could slowly kill himslef, to live in this kingdom of pain, to only see the light when doing outside chores. Was that his only reason for living. No.
He had Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Sirius, Remus, and tons more that loved him. Or did they? Nobody had tried to contact him. Nobody had tried to talk to him while he was walking outside. Nobody had sent him anything on his birthday. That was the only day Dumbledore had let down the guards. Why hadn't anyone sent anything. Did they not know the guards were down for a full houtr that day. No he had told them himself. Even Sirius and Remus had been on some secret mission during his birthday. They weren't at their posts. Only Shacklebolt and Tonks were and they completly ignored him as they were supposed to. Harry wondered if they were no longer acting. What if they actually wanted to ignore him. What if he had become the useless pawn in their game of War. The obedient boy who never raised an upraor. The obedient puppy.
Harry sneered as the front door banged open. He knew the Dursleys were awake when he heard his mound of fat Uncle running and bellowing down the stairs.
"Were is he." Sirius asked his eyes ablaze his cloak flailing in the wind let in by the open door. His grey eyes shinning with red hot anger. His wand pressing into the man. Poking into the flubbery fat that was on the man. Like a bad fungus.
"Do you mean the boy?" Vernon squeaked his brave face gone quickly by looking at the man who had visited earlier and one more strange woman with pink hair that was spiked. Both with death in their eyes and both pointing their wooden sticks at him.
"Of course we mean Harry! Now. Were. Is. He." Srius grounded out. Poking Vernon sharply at each word. Vernon Dursley winced. The boy wasn't healed and still visibly showed the bruises he had inflicted. Damn.
"The boy is right here." A voice from behind said. Vernon visibly twitched. As soon as he moved aside he would be dead.
"Are you alright. Kingsley heard screaming." Tonks said. Rushing past the enraged but concerned Sirus and the Uncle to Harry who was sitting on the stair steps.
"I'm fine." Harry said coldly. Of course they only came again because he had caused an uproar. This time Sirius winced. Harry had taken that tone again. He had heard from Remus what had happened earlier and was worried.
"Om my God." Tonks gasped. Saying Lumos she saw Harry for the first time. He looked like hell. His shirt was tattered. Dried blood caked the parts of his body not covered by a bruise or cut or whip mark. His face wasn't swollen but he had a bad black eye. His ribs were showing through the bleeding cuts. His forehead was cut open. He still wore a heavy sweatshirt but Tonks was sure that under that sorry excuse for a sweater was more cuts, bruises and possibly a broken bone or two. The one thing that caught her eye the most was Harry's eyes. They were blank. He should be in visible pain but his tone was cold steady and emotionless. His eyes held the same thing. Blank of emotion. Black pits swirled with once a sparkling green. Know just a dull color to the swirl of black his eyes had become. Harry Potter had been broken.
"What Ton-" Remus was about to say as Sirius forced the Uncle into the living room. Tying him to the chair and casting a silencing charm on him. Remus saw Harry and cut off his question. "Oh God Harry. Are you okay?" He asked his face cull of undenying concern as eh looked at teh boy critically.
"Do I look the fuck okay?" Harry asked his voice sharp and cold once again. Remus closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them when Sirus gave a strangled breath.
"Harry." Sirus whispered coming up in front of Harry tilting his head up into the light of Tonks's still ember glowing wand gently. Harry hissed. Wether it was in pain or having the light in his sensitive eyes Sirius didn't know but Harry wrenched his head out of Sirius's grasp and turned to face the wall. Ignoring the adults. Sirius looked worridely at Remus. Then back to Harry. He was still facing the wall.
"Headquarters." Remus mouthed. Sirius was about to respond when a slow thumping stopped him. Looking behind Remus for the sorce of the sound he realized it was coming from behind him. Harry was slowly hitting his head against the wall. What little he could see of his face was blank. No pain or show of any feeling of hitting the wall. This scared Sirius more than anything.
Slowly Harry started hitting the wall. Hoping to start bleeding. He knew his knife was upstairs lying under his pillow. The closest thing he had was the wall. He closed his eyes. The slow drumming of coming into contact lulling him. He didn't feel it. That discouraged him. Even more than when he felt strong arms grabbing him away from the wall and heard the distant voice of his godfather call.
"Harry! What are you doing?" Sirius asked. He was only talking normally but to Harry if felt like screaching. He had a headache. No a migraine. At least some pain came from that.
"Don't touch me." Harry said. Wretching out of Sirus's gasp and standing up. No longer hearing the crys from the adults ot the drum of their feet as they ran after him. Following him out the door. Harry smiled a small sad smile. He had a bunch of puppies following him. Maybe they cared. No. Nevermind. They just don't want to lose their innocent boy. Harry snorted. Yeah right innocent. He had lost his inncocnce when he had begun hs ladder, at the tender pain filled age of ten. He was fifteen now.
"Harry wait. Stop kiddo." Sirius said grabbing Harry's shoulder and gently turning the non-responsive teen to face him. "Harry?" He asked. "What's going on?" Sirus asked this time looking right into his eyes. Shuddering at what they had become.
Harry broke then. How could they keep asking that question when the answer was staring at them straight in the face. Harry laughed an insane laugh of a lost lonely boy.
"You want to know what's wrong? Everything. My life is fucked up worse than ever. My Uncle beats me night and day, You ignore me, Forget about me, and only come to see me when I have done something that the poor innocent savior of the freakin wizarding world does something WRONG! I live in a screwed up neighborhood with people who think I am a CRIMINAL! NOBODY Gives a damn if I rot in hell! I have dealt with more then you could ever know and you aske me whats WRONG?" Harry screamed making Remus and Tonks who were standing behind Sirius jump in surprise. Sirius on the other hand. Stood there taking to assault from him. Never flinching or moving. His eyes trained on Harry's. Watching the flow of emotion there. Anger, Sadness, Lonelyness, hatred, and most of all confusion.
Sirius was brought out of his shock at the pain in his stomach. He looked down to see Harry punching him. Weak punches, but punches of pain. Sirius let him for a few seconds then grabbed his bruised wrists gently and held them so he would stop.
Harry began punching hims. Trying to make him feel his pain. Holding the tears threatening his eyes back forcefully. Refusing to let them fall. Refusing to let them begin. Refusing to let them be the leak of his pain. Refusing to belive that just letting them fall could heal him. Not physically but mentally. Not healed all the way but healed enough to stop his addiction. His addiction to doing something that he knew wasn't right. Soemthing that could destroy him. Soemthing that had already destroyed most of him.
Was that long enough?
If not tell me and it shall be longer. This was a night for me.
Loss of a friend. This story is dedicated to her. She didn't have this problem. But she always knew the cure for the ones who did,. She was kind nice and didn't deserve to go in that much pain. This is for Brooklyn.
-secretlycharmed13