* This is a spoof of Harry Potter abuse stories. In no way am I trying to make fun of abuse at all. This is a story that makes fun of the unrealistic abuse Harry Potter stories. I've been reading Potion and Snitches stories (and some are really awesome, don't get me wrong) and other Harry gets adopted stories and one of the things I noticed is how unrealistic the abuse is. Either Four-year-old Harry goes two weeks with no food after a severe beating, or he is starved Every. Single. Day. and he still has the energy to take on every single chore in the house, and then get a nightly beating. I am aware there are children in real life who go through bad abuse, but I feel the portrayal in these fanfictions get it wrong. I will stop writing this if someone feels I am making fun of abuse though. I do not want to offend anyone. I just find those stories really annoying when I just want to read a good Harry gets adopted story. I don't have the skill for that, so I read others works. Can't promise that this is a good story either. It's just something I'm writing until I come up with a real Harry Potter fanfiction story. I'm not the best writer. I just write for fun.

Harry James Potter trembled in fear as he stared up at his uncle. Once again, all he did was make the mistake that most normal children made. However, his aunt and uncle had no tolerance when it came to him. All he had to do was cough too loudly at times, and they would hurt him. All he'd done was accidentally spill a cup of juice on the table. If Dudley, his cousin had done so, it would be okay. Since it was Harry, he would be in big trouble.

Harry glanced over at his cousin, he had a huge grin on his face. He was already laughing in preparation for the pain Harry would recieve in a moment. His blue eyes were watering as he sniggered. Harry flinched as he felt his uncle grabbed a fistful of his black hair, and he was suddenly lifted into the hair. Harry didn't scream, though he was only five-years-old. He'd been trained years ago not to scream during a beating though that would be impossible for most children his age. Green eyes met blue as Uncle Vernon glared right into Harry's eyes while holding up in the air by his hair.

"How dare you spill juice on the table!" Uncle Vernon snapped a glob of spit landed on Harry's right cheek.

Harry was suddenly dropped to the group where he landed on his hands and knees. He suppressed a sob as he felt himself lifted again, only this time by his arm. He was smacked hard across the face, and then he was slapped again. His uncle hit his face ten times before he seemed to be satisfied. Harry still did not cry because he had steel emotions. Not even being beaten brutally could make him crack. After all, he was taught that he couldn't, or else it would be worse.

The beating wasn't done yet. His uncle had his pants pulled down and he began smacking him hard on his bare bottom. This went on for an entire hour. By the point, Dudley was bored by the beatings, and he was in the living-room watching the telly. Aunt Petunia was outside doing the laundry. Uncle Vernon's hand was so strong that smack a bare bottom for an hour didn't even hurt. Harry still did not cry or scream though even Rambo would crack from the kind of beating he was receiving. He stood perfectly stood and took in the beating though he was screaming inside.

Finally, he was done and Harry thought that now he could into the cupboard and release the sobs dying to come out. Unfortuantely, Aunt Petunia came back into the kitchen, and told him he must do his chores. If he didn't, he wouldn't get any meals for a week. His first task was to clean up the spilled juice, and then he had to sweep and mop the floors, do the dishes, vacuum the floors, clean the loo, cut the grass, and then start preparing lunch. All of it had to be done perfectly, and he wasn't allowed to be late for lunch prep.

Feeling sad, Harry began his morning chores.

Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough and so he wasn't allowed to eat lunch. He was given another hour-long spanking, and then his uncle forced him to place his hand on the table.

"I am going to hit your hand as hard as I can with this hammer," his uncle told him. "If you scream, you'll get another."

Harry began breathing fast as he stared at his uncle feeling completely terrified. He knew better than to move his hand. His uncle raised the hammer and then slammed it down on the small boys fingers. All the pent up emotions from that morning was finally released in a blood curling scream. His uncle yelled at him to shut up and then he hit him with the hammer again. For the third time that day, he was given an hour long spanking.

He was then shoved into the cupboard and was told he wasn't allowed out for the rest of the week, not even to use the bathroom. He was given a pitcher of water, and a bucket to go in. Harry finally collapsed to the ground sobbing. He wanted out of here. He wanted away from the beatings that for some reason never killed him as they would harm even the toughest adult. Harry was stronger than most people though and it was why at the tender age of five he could be beaten for hours without even shedding a tear.

What Harry didn't know what that someone was watching him. Someone who would save him, and he wouldn't even be affected by the abuse. He would be a happy go lucky child despite the brutal abuse he got Every. Single. Day.