Hey!

Just a warning, this story is really badly written.

If you want you can go read the rewrite, which is not yet completed but it's written much better :)

Enjoy reading!

Harry's pov
I'm only 3 weeks "home" and my whole body is already covered with cuts, scars and bruises. My uncle lost his job at the beginning of July and he says it's all my fault. After he lost his job he became drunk more often. And of course, he blames me for that too. That's why he beats me much harder this summer.

I go downstairs and start making dinner. It's Sunday today which means I get to eat the leftovers of dinner. Of course, I make more food on Sunday so I get to eat a little bit more. I serve the food on the table and go to my room as I am not allowed to eat before they are done.

"FREAK, COME DOWN HERE!" I hear my uncle shout from the kitchen. While going downstairs to the kitchen I'm preparing myself for what's going to happen because I know it's not good.

"Yes," I say while walking through the kitchen door.

"DON'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT" my uncle shouts.

"This can't be good," I think to myself.

"WHAT IS THIS FOR DISGUSTING FOOD" he shouts. "I'M GONNA LET YOU PAY FOR MAKING THIS RUBBISH". He stood up and walked towards me.

"I... I'm so... sorry" I stutter.

"BETTER YOU BE SORRY" he shouts "BUT IT ISN'T ENOUGH" he lifts up his arm. I close my eyes. He slaps me hard in the face causing me to go with my head hard into the wall. I fall to the ground curled up, scared for what's coming.

Then it comes... I feel some hard kicks in my stomach, my chest and one on my face. "LEAVE, GO TO YOUR ROOM AND DON'T THINK YOU WILL GET ANY FOOD" my uncle shouts. When I try to stand up the pain flows through my body like blood, I fall down again, knowing this will only make it worse.

My uncle grabs my collar which makes it difficult for me to breathe. He pulls me upstairs and throws me into my room. I fall to the ground barely breathing while I hear the door slam shut and the locks close. I'm alone now. Locked up in my room, in much pain and barely breathing. After a few minutes, I can control my breathing again.

I try to get up but fall to the floor again. I drag myself over the floor onto my bed. The pain in my ribs is getting stronger and stronger I don't think I can handle this longer. I lay down on my bed on my back, looking at the ceiling and thinking.

Half an hour later I hear a car start. It's my uncle's car I think. They are going to the movie theatre I think, which means they'll be gone for a few hours. I continue looking at the ceiling for a few minutes. Then I got up. I wanted to write a letter, I didn't know to who and what I should write, I just wanted to write a letter.

After a few moments of thinking I decided to write to Hermione, my best friend. Ron was also my best friend but he has changed since the beginning of the year. He hardly spoke to me after I was chosen for the tournament.

I know he said sorry after the first task but after the last task he was so unkind to me, he hardly said anything to me and was always whit Dean and Seamus. It was like he avoided me like he didn't want to be seen with me. So I was writhing to Hermione.

Dear Hermione,
How are you? I hope everything's alright and that you're having a great time with your parents.
How many books have you already read?
I really miss you and our conversations.
Hope to see you soon!
Love
Harry

I call Hedwig over to me and tie the letter around her leg. I go to the window while petting her. I open the window and she flies away.

After watching her disappear at the horizon I go back to my bed and lay back down. The pain is less bad.

After staring at the ceiling for a few hours I fall asleep.

I really hope you liked this chapter :)

Thank you very much for reading this story!

-LeopardGryffindor