Hi! This story is crap. Definitely not the best I could do because this was a school project so I can't do anything Pg-13. Plus this size of a story would usually take me about a month ( with time to myself because I have school and stuff ) but this was a three day time crunch. So um- none of these characters are mine they belong to J.K Rowling. Enjoy. Please Comment!
Harry's P.O.V: I was currently sitting in my " room ", if you can even call it that. The Dursleys apparently decided that because every year I go to Hog- my school, I become more freakish. So now I'm back in my cupboard. I had just finished a day of chores, cooking, cleaning, weeding, and being yelled at. This year my relatives were worse than before, before I could not do my chores " correctly " and only get away with a few slaps and a few days without food. Now… it was worse. I plopped myself down on my mattress that creaked under me. Probably not from weight, I was basically skin and bones now, bags under my eyes from not sleeping ( nightmares about Cedric dying ), and bruises and cuts all over from Dudley and his gang and Vernon because I didn't cook the steak right. I ached everywhere. And slowey slipped into unconsciousness.
Time skip
I woke up to pain. All I could feel was pain. It was like my body was on fire. I opened my eyes. All I could see were flames. Another wave of pure pain washed over me, I cried out in pain. That did it. " BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! " yelled uncle Vernon. I had to get out of here or he would kill me. I grabbed my wand, but it burned to a crisp. I decided to just leave, I busted open my cupboard door and then the front door. I ran out of the burning house, leaving burned footprints on the lawn. I ran and ran until I couldn't. I collapsed in an alley somewhere, and for the second time that night I fell into unconsciousness.
Sorry it was short. Best stopping point.