authors note: there is abuse in this chapter. DO NOT FLAME ME IF YOU READ THIS AND DONT LIKE IT. IT IS YOUR FAULT. with that said. ENJOY!

Chapter 3

A car door slams shut. Dudley and Aunt Petunia are going to the store. Uncle Vernon is staying behind. The car pulls out of the driveway, and makes its way to the store. Aunt Petunia was never fast while shopping. So harry knows that she wont be back for a while.

"Get over here boy, NOW!" Uncle Vernon bellows, face already turning red.

Harry runs up the steps, wondering what he did wrong. He starts thinking of any little thing he did wrong. He comes into his room, and find his uncle with a belt in his hand. "Y-yes Uncle Vernon?"

"Come here." Uncle Vernon points in front of him self.

Harry hesitantly walks to him, preparing for the worst.

Vernon rears his hand back, and whips the belt in to Harry's face. Harry stumbels but doesn't fall. A red welt forms across Harry's face where the belt hit.

"Do you like that ,boy?" Vernon asked, anger and joy blended on his face. Harry just stands there, looking at Vernon. "I said, DO YOU LIKE THAT BOY?" Vernon slams his fist into Harry's stomahc, and Harry falls to his knee, but stands back up, determined not to let his uncle get the satisfaction of seeing him down.

"Y-yes sir." Harry stammers, trying to find his voice among the pain.

"You will answer me promptly when I ask you a question, is that clear?" Vernon says after punching Harry in the nose.

"Sorry sir, I will sir." Harry says, tasting blood as it runs from his nose on to his lips.

"Forgiveness is a privilege, not something you can earn, you ungrateful...little...twat." Vernon through gritted teeth, only pausing to beat Harry with his belt.

Vernon reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a knife. It gleams in the light, its point visibly razor sharp.

A twinge of fear seeks its way into Harry's heart. It must have shown oh Harry's face, because Vernon swung the knife across Harry's chest. Harry winced as the blade cut through his flesh. He feels the sticky crimson liquid run down his chest to his stomach, slowly growing into a circle around the cut on the fabric.

Vernon keeps cutting at Harry, the knife collection blood, and his shirt now almost completely soaked with blood. There are many cuts on his face. Unable to take it any more, he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out his wand. Vernon looks at Harry and says, "Do you think I am scared of that? You use that, and you will never be able to go to that freaky little school, and see your freaky little friends, ever again."

"You don't think that I know? I have had it with you. I cook for you, I clean your house. I never talk back or disrespect you, and you still insist on treating me like you are better. Well guess what, you are not. So now you are going to leave my room, and I am going to pack and leave. Not that you could, but you will not follow me. Is that understood?" Harry says, anger and rage filling his eyes. A flicker of fear is seen run across Vernon's face. "Ah, scared are we?"

Vernon's eyes grow, and he lunges at Harry, but before he could get to him, Harry steps out of the way, points his wand at Vernon, and shouts "Sectum Sempra." A huge gash slowly rips its self across Vernon's face, but that only make him more furious. He charges back at Harry, but Harry shouts "Petrificus Totalus." Vernon's body goes rigid, but his eyes continue to move, looking around. Fear floods his eyes, as he realizes he no longer has control.

"Not so tough are we now, dear uncle? Now that you aren't in control, you are scared. Well welcome to what I have to deal with. Every time you beat me, every time you scream for me, every time I am in your presence. I never know what is coming next. Well now that changes. You will feel what it is like to not know, to wonder what will happen next, and I am going to enjoy every minute of it. How? Because, Dumbeldore put wards on this house, allowing me to do underage magic, and not get in trouble with the ministry. So you see, while you have been beating me, I have been simply biding my time, thinking of all the ways I will get back at you." A tear runs down Vernon's face. "Now you feel sad. Well guess what, I feel nothing. All these years of beatings have made me stop caring about you. What happens now is your fault, maybe you will learn not to hurt anyone any more..." Harry trails off.

Harry walks over and sits on his bed, with a thought full look on his face. Harry looks at his uncle, points his wand at him, and says "Furnunculus" and boils appear all over his body. Harry gets up and kicks his uncle in the stomach. "How do you like that? Not fun is it? No, but guess what, deal with it, just like I had to! Sectum Sempra!!!" A cut so deep it exposes the bone slowly moves from Vernon's cheek bone to his shoulder. Blood gushes out of the wound.

Harry starts to feel dizzy, and he sits back on his bed, "Using all this magic while angry, I am not able to control the amount I use... oh, look at that, that must hurt. Lets see,..." Harry get up and walks over to Vernon, and puts his wand close to the new cut, and mutters "Incendo" and a small flame is emitted form his wand, and starts to burn the skin, bone and muscle. Vernon closes his eyes, tears streaming down his face. "That wont help you..." Harry stumbels back, the flame sputtering to a stop. He looks at his wand, and then things start to go blurry. He looks at his bed and where he has been standing, there are massive amounts of blood every where. He quickly realizes that he has lost too much blood. He slowly makes his way to his trunk, and pulls out a gold coin, and calls Ron, just says "Help" and then blacks out.