It had been a week after the Harold incident and Harry was on thin ice. Vernon was agitated constantly, forever afraid that he would get a pay cut. He would yell even more than usual and a couple days he came home drunk. Harry tried to get all of her chores done before he got home, so that he couldn't take any of his frustrations out on her, but unfortunately, today was not one of those days.
"Guess what! That bastard Carlisle reduced my pay! I knew that brat of his would have power over him. I knew that if he didn't get what he wanted, he would complain to Daddy! Why couldn't you even do this right, you freak!" Vernon yelled as he held Harry by the wrists, pinning her to the wall. His breath wreaked of alcohol and his pupils were dilated. "You good for nothing piece of shit! You are a curse to this entire household! We should have drowned you in a river when you were placed on our doorstep! Then we would have been saved all of these troubles!"
Harry bit her lip to keep from yelling out from the pain coming from her wrists. She soaked in the usual lecture, just as she had all the hundreds from before, tolerating the spit spraying in her face, the deafening sound of Vernon's voice.
Suddenly Vernon let go of Harry, letting her drop to the floor. The man wheezed a couple of times and then pointed up the stairs.
"To your room. I will deal with you there."
Harry nodded, slinking up the stairs and entering her room. She didn't have a good feeling about this. Something in her brain told her to run and hide. To go outside and run as fast as she could to someone that would protect her. Anyone. The other part of her was still ingrained with the "I must follow Uncle Vernon's orders." mantra that had been drilled into her since she came to the Dursley's home.
Vernon then entered the room, holding his belt in his hands like a whip. He closed the door behind him and locked it securely.
"Take off your shirt." Vernon commanded.
Harry slipped onto the floor and then did as she was told.
"Move your hair out of the way."
Harry pulled her hair to her right side, so that none of it was covering her back. She could feel his eyes looking her over. She sat on her feet, huddled over. The air around her was cold, and she felt the goose bumps popping up onto her skin.
Suddenly, a crack sounded through the room and Harry felt immense pain in her back. It was as though she were struck by lightning. She could feel her skin break and peel. She could feel the blood running out of the cut. She could practically hear it dripping onto the floor.
A scream escaped her lips.
Again and again the belt came down, hitting Harry with it's full force, lashing into her skin, making her bleed.
After about ten minutes, in which it felt an eternity to Harry, Vernon stopped. He looked at the blood on the floor and wrinkled his nose.
"Clean this up, girl, or you will regret it." And with those words, Vernon left the room.
Harry couldn't move. The pain was too much and she couldn't move. The air was seeping into the cuts, making them hurt even more.
Tears silently rolled down her cheeks as she tried to move, but couldn't. She wanted to call for help, but knew that none would come. She simply wanted to die right there.
She would rather take Voldemort any day…
Conditions Met:
1. More than one character must have their gender switched.
2. They are switched involuntarily.
3. Snape gets somebody to love.