Chapter 2
As Harry's eyes fluttered open he noticed that he was in extreme pain from the previous night's abuse. As he began to sit up he was painfully reminded that some ribs were bruised, and possibly broken. He fell immediately back down. The springs of his bed biting into his back, creating small cuts.
He looked over and saw the remnants of his only friend that had never abandoned him remains. He looked at it with a blank expression, his mind calculating on how he should feel. It was weird for him to think about his feelings. He had never done that before this summer but lately it was the one of the things that kept him occupied. He should feel sad that his best friend died, he could also feel happy that his best friend was in a better place than this. He could also feel jealous that she was in a place were Vernon couldn't touch her and he wasn't.
He decided to feel the second and part of the third options. He lay there all day, which was strange as Vernon hadn't beaten him at all, or even opened his door for chores. The week, or at least seven sunrises/sets had past, and Vernon still hadn't come in. But neither had the measly portions of food he usually got.
He began to get extremely light headed from the hunger. After a few more days he couldn't move because he was so weak with hunger. 'Was this Vernon's plan? Was it to keep him in his room, making him slowly starve to death? That bastard! How dare that filthy muggle dare make him Harry Potter, a wizard, starve to death!' Harry's thoughts for the rest of the day went on like this.
The next day Harry came to a realization. Dumbledore only wanted him back here every summer so he could get beat up and so he would look up to him when he came back to Hogwarts. Goddamn bastard!' That night Harry had a vision; it was another one of Voldemort's normal torture session of some pathetic muggles. Harry stood by watching in fascination of the different curses that were used on the muggles. He watched as a death eater used a curse to make a muggle's eyeballs melt out of their sockets and the goop from the eyeballs turned into acid, burning the male muggle's face. He was in awe of the massacre.
He then heard some 'pops' He turned and saw auroror's apparate onto the scene. Immediately they started firing light curses at the death eaters. The death eaters returned the curses with those of the dark. The auroror's all pointed their wands up while one casted a shield spell, all the auroror's wands connected to the shimmering white shield and provided more power for it. The death eater's curses were either absorbed or ricocheted off the shield. After a couple of seconds the shield started to weaken, the auroror's were running out of energy. They dropped the shield and continued to duel with the death eaters. The light side was using spells very quickly; about five spells each a second. The death eaters were only casting one spell a second. Harry wondered why they were being cast so slowly when he noticed that the auroror's were only using stunners and other types of easy spells to cast that a first year could have cast. The death eater's he guessed were using dark magic and that was most likely more powerful and more difficult to cast.
When the death eaters started to slow down from the energy loss they aurorors continued casting the barrage of spells. The death eaters did the same thing the auroror's did with their shield, except their shield was black. The shield absorbed every spell cast to it. Some of the weaker spells it even shot back at the aurorors. Suddenly the auroror's stopped shooting spells and all pointed to the shield; they all shouted a spell Harry had never heard of that shot a basketball sized beam of blue energy at the shield. The shield held for a few seconds until it eventually shimmered away. They death eater's were very tired by now. They all looked up for a second until they dissapperated at the same time.
Harry was now in Voldemort's mansion at the riddle home.
"Milord why have you called us back? We could have won!" A random death eater asked.
"Silence fool! Crucio! I have called you back because you are too weak to continue. We would have lost the fight and I would have lost valuable assets to our army." Voldemort then lifted up his wand and released the man.
"Yes Milord, forgive my idiotic outburst."
"Get up you fool!" He did get up and returned to the crowd of death eaters.
When Harry woke up he realized two things, one is that he would vow to pay more attention to his visions so he could maybe learn some dark magic and the other was that he could clearly see now that he hadn't broken any ribs. He could literally see every bone in his chest. He knew he would starve to death soon. He wouldn't die. He refused to die by the hands of a damn muggle. He looked around, seeing nothing to eat, but then his eyes fell on Hedwig's remains. It was not a very pretty sight seeing your most treasured pet and best friend's carcass. It made the sight even worse that he was contemplating actually eating the damn bird. He made a decision; he crawled off his bed and made a crawl to his soon to be meal. As he crawled with each step he grew angrier at people. When he finally got to his bird he looked at it and thought, 'this will represent all the lie's I've had to tell, all the masks I had to put up, and all the stupidity that was the old me, with this first bite I promise to never be so stupid so…….Gryffindor……..' and with that he took a bite, the taste was disgusting, but he didn't notice. Hot tears streamed down his face as he continued to eat his friend. As if mocking him, his tears slid down and landed on the body, flavoring each bite with a bitter salty taste.