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Chapter 5: servant and shadow
Harry munched happily on a piece of tart while Hermione read him a passage of her Atlas. The merry chatter of students bounced around the hall, filling the room with a bright feeling. All was well until a loud screech echoed off the bright walls, scaring Harry and making others jump slightly.
"I'M SICK OF THIS BULL***T! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU LOT! POTTER THIS! POTTER THAT! I DON'T SEE..." The young man paused here to jump off his seat and start stomping over to the now shaking Harry, only stopping when he had a fistful of his long raven hair. "...WHAT SO F***ING COOL ABOUT THIS... this... DOLL!"
The boy pulled on the black locks, making Harry fall backwards and onto the floor. Hermione yelled and Ron practically barked.
"I don't get it. Your nothing but a SPOILED LITTLE FU**** WHO DOES NOTHING BUT STEAL, FLIRT AND SEEK EVERYONE'S ATTENTION!" The boy threw Harrys head to the ground loudly, spitting on him before storming off. For one reason or another, no one helped poor Harry, who was now curled in a shaky ball. Instead they began to think. Was that true? Was Harry really so greedy? Is that why people crowd him? Perhaps he has cast spells on people so they follow him. Two boys however, standing side by side with identical worried expressions, where forbidden from helping and so merely watched on.
Master...
'no, im fine. Please... . Don't do anything...'
I understand
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Harry cried slightly, the warm drops hitting the parchment and making the ink smudge slightly.
Harry, I'm so sorry about Adam. He angers easily and over the smallest of things. He wasn't really angry at you, you just happened to be the subject of conversation at the time so please don't take it to heart.
Did you know, when I was young my Farther would insult me 3 times a day. I would cry all the time but them I realized that was just how he showed he cared. He made sure I improved in his own way so Harry, Promise me that instead of crying you will smile and remember. Learn from the past and become better rather than letting the past rot you.
That all for now Dearest Harry. Don't forget about the Fireweed for potions will you? D.M
Harry smiled and nodded to himself, tears still falling from his green eyes. The boy leaped to his feet before pulling a small box from under his bed and placing the letter inside along with the many others.
"Goodnight" Came Rons cheery voice as the boy closed his curtains.
"goodnight"
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"Please sir!" Harry cried, his hands shaking in desperation.
"Im sorry my boy. There is nothing to be done. The blood wards surrounding that house are of extreme importance. You can not be moved"
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Harry felt cold fear grip him as he left the station. The first term ***(I live in Australia so its terms and semesters. I don't know the system in England)*** had been reasonably uneventful and unfortunately very fast and so here he was,watching his dreaded relatives park the car and make their way towards him. He didn't remember what happened next, only becoming aware when the front door was slammed and his things locked inside the cupboard. To the poor boys confusion, Vernon began to lead harry towards the back door.
"Harry, Harry, Harry" He grinned filling the boy with worry,"You know, After the giant took you away I had a lot of time... to think, and I realized I haven't been treating you correctly so from now on I'm going to treat you just the way you deserve"
Vernon pushed harry outside and Harry began to shake at his uncles expression. In a snap of movement Harry found himself on the ground with Dudley, who had suddenly appeared, ripping away his clothed and Vernon locking a collar around his neck before dragging him towards a small wooden kennel.
'Whats happening?!' Harry panicked.
Master!
'NO! Please... . Do nothing...
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