Am I meant to be loved?
Chapter two
The boy only regained conscience three days later. He got up and was aware of every pain his body felt. A tear escaped his eye before he wiped it off as the door swung open.
"All right, boy, we are going to London. You're going to carry all of the bags. Eat this before we leave." His aunt sneered. "And make yourself presentable. Here are the clothes that you will were." She threw a shirt about the size of Harry and pants that he needed a rope to hold up. He nodded and quickly scooted up to the bathroom. He washed the blood from his body and cleaned his face from the blood and grim it had collected. He attempted to make his hair obey, but it didn't work very well. He stepped out about five minutes after he entered only to be hit on the back of his head for tardiness.
He remembered what he looked like when he looked into the reflection. He had the same childish face, if not thinner then before and a large bruise on each cheek. Over his left eye was a deep gash with two smaller cuts under it that were partially healed. He thought about the changes as he sat in the back seat.
When they got to the store, he could feel the coldness under his feet. Aunt Petunia told him that she was getting rid of his torn shoes. He was looking at the toys Dudley was looking at when one was pushed into his chest. It took all of his will power not to cry out.
"You better not drop anything, boy, or you'll have a whuppin' from your uncle and myself. You tell everyone that you were playing and slipped outside." Harry nodded his head and held onto the toy in his arms. Then another was thrust into his arms. He winced as he held that as well.
"Come on, hurry up!" Dudley shouted as he jogged down the isle. The boy was about to follow when another boy ran into him. They both fell over with Harry sprawled under the other boy.
"Mommy! Harry dropped my toys!" Harry's eyes widened as he hurried to get up. His cousin was grinning madly. The boy on top of him struggled to get up as well. He had bright red hair and a freckled face. Harry pushed the boy off of him and jumped to his feet as his aunt got closer.
"Sorry about that mate. Wasn't looking." He was about to apologize when Aunt Petunia appeared and slapped Harry's face. The child fell to the ground as the redhead's eyes widened.
"You piece of filth. You might have just ruined my Duddydum's toys. You'll regret it when we get home and your punishment is doubled as you dropped two toys." She hissed so as not to get the attention of the whole store. She raised her hand to hit him again, Harry closed his eyes and the redhead screamed. Before she could hit, another redhead, a man, grabbed her wrist.
You better not hit that child again." He said, eyes glowing with anger. Another redhead of about ten years stood next to him.
"You won't tell me how to discipline that brat! I told him before we came what his punishment for dropping things was. Now let go of my hand!" She screeched. Dudley came over to her side holding a plastic bat.
"But it wasn't his fault! It was my fault! I ran into him! You can't hit him!" The small redhead yelled. The boy's eyes were bright with confusion.
"Ron, go with Charlie over there. He pointed at the other side of the isle. The two boys left. The man turned to Petunia. Before he could say anything, though, Dudley had swung the bat and hit Harry in the stomach. The dark-haired child cried out in pain.
"Nice hit Dudders. Now let me go! Let go of me!" She cried. The man let go only to pick up the sobbing boy on the floor.
"What's your name?" He asked kindly, just touching the child caused him to wince and he was as stiff as a board in his arms.
"H... Harry Po... Potter." He said through the tears. The man almost dropped him as the two boys gasped. Harry screamed briefly from fear as he clutched the man's coat to keep from falling.
"Harry Potter! Oh wow! I ran into Harry Potter! I'm never washing these clothes again! Wait until the others hear about this! I ran into the Boy-Who-Lived!" Ron exclaimed.
"Ple... Please don't h...hit m...me. I w...as watchi..."
"Shhhh. I won't hurt you. Ma'am, I'm going to present this to the ministry. This boy is no longer in your care as you obviously can't take care of him properly." The man said as he left. The two boys leaving behind. Charlie looked back and shot a dirty look at them.
"You're lucky I haven't learned magic yet." He snarled angrily before leaving.
When the four exited, the man walked down the street and into a narrow ally. The man stopped and put the child on the ground. He then pulled something out of his pocket.
"Everyone grab hold." Everyone listened and grabbed the old wallet. The surroundings disappeared around them, as another surrounding became visible. They arrived outside of a building that looked about ready to collapse. "Ron, Charlie go get your mother and tell her to get Headmaster Dumbledore." The two left and the man led Harry into a room and sat him on the table. The young boy looked around the room, eyes filled with fear. "Now Harry, I want you to take your shirt off." He said. The child never took his eyes off the man. He slowly took the shirt off to reveal the battered body beneath. Harry sat down and took in every movement. "What happened?" The man asked. Harry looked at him; bewildered that someone asked him that.
"I was bad." He replied. He didn't know why he was bad all of the time, but he did know that he was bad.
"I'll get you a bite to eat." The man said as he went over to the kitchen, keeping an eye one the boy sitting still as a statue on the table. He conjured up some food and walked to where the emerald eyed boy sat. He placed it in front of him and it was then that he realized just how thin this boy was, almost every one could be seen. The boy glanced briefly at the food, then back at the man.
Thank you for the reviews
tati1
stardust-creations
Layce74 - i don't remember if there is any Dursley torture, I wrote this years ago, before the fifth book even
barbarataku - sorry
moonlightwitch
OliviaL
icklecassikins - well, i don't think there is much more abuse, i dunno, though
opal - i don't have enough time, and I sometimes think that it is better to hear opinions from pieces of the story instead of just the whole thing, that way i can think about what the differences between the two are
japanese-jew - i have heard of a lot of child abuse stories with the child dying before they are even three, this isn't all that unrealistic for some places, maybe it is for the amount of abuse, but it does happen and i makes me sick that stuff like that happens
FroBoy
athenakitty - i think they might go to jail, but i don't think i killed them off, i finding out about the story as well as everyone else, i do know how it ends, but i forgot how the actual meat of the story happened