I dont own Harry Potter
Chapter 6: Dog Days
It was a hot summers day when Harry was out in the back garden, engrossed in his usual chore of weeding and planting. A small cricket was 'singing' not to far away which only added to the idea of heat. A small whimpering caught the child off guard, making him stop in his digging to look around. Harry dropped the spade before sneaking over to one of the large hedges.
"Hello?" The boy whispered, pulling away branches and stems. A small pup was laying in the dirt, its skin sticking tightly to the underweight creature as it cried. With all the tenderness a tired six year old could muster, Harry brought the dog inside and hid him in his "room" before continuing on the days chores. That night, after dinner, Harry took his scraps and a small cap of milk that he stole from the fridge, and retired. The small pup was awake and watched the child with a scared wariness, at lest until he was placed into said child's lap and fed small pieces of food.
Harry continued to do this for weeks, the pup remained thin and tired but was no longer at deaths door. The boy had a feeling that his uncle was suspicious of something and so would hide the dog, Soot - as Harry named him, in a small box during the day.
One night, while Harry was feeding Soot a small piece of chicken he had found in the bin, Vernon slammed to door open and shone a bright light at the boy, his face turning a brilliant shade of purple.
"You..."
Harry was petrified, never before had he seen that look of disgust and rage on his Uncles face.
"We look after you, feed you the food on our table, let you enjoy the shelter of our roof, drink the water in OUR pipes and all we ask in return is for you to pull your weight and yet..." Vernon had walked towards Harry and was now holding the boy's hair in one hand and was glaring at the small dog, "You steal what is not yours and you bring VERMIN INTO OUR HOME! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Here, the giant of a man, slammed his nephew's head into the wall and began to kick the boys ribs and face. Soot barked slightly, attempting to bite the big man around the ankle.
Vernon spun around and grabbed the small pup when and idea struck him. He dragged Harry into a sitting position before tying him up.
"Dont worry Boy. I have the perfect punishment for you"
Harry was scared, truly scared. Not for him, he was used to beatings and punishments, but for the small puppy who was still struggling inside Vernon's large hand.
The large man placed Soot on the floor in front of Harry, his foot weighting over a small tale as to stop the pup from moving. The monster leaned over to a box that Harry was never able to reach in order to look inside,reached inside and pulled out a small pickax.
"Tell me, Boy, last year on Dudley's Birthday, you failed to make what meal...?"
"...The... the cake sir"
"Very good. What is My favorite meal, Boy?"
"Steak..., steak with potato's and gravy... Roasted potato's. Rare steak..., sir." Harry was shaking now. Why was his uncle asking him these questions?
"Very good! Well, since your so cleaver, tell me, What art do Druid's practice?"
Harry knew this one as well! He read about it in a book he found. It was... was...the forbidden word. Vernon raised an eyebrow as a cruel smirk decorated his face.
"Well? What is it, Boy?"
'Perhaps he will allow me to say it? But... No! I cant! But I have to!' Harry opened his mouth and tried to respond but no words came forth, the word was impossible to say in front of Vernon, his mind would not allow him.
"You don't know it? What a shame." Vernon laughed as he slammed the ax down and began to slice - with lout whacks- the small pup who had stopped struggling.
"Oh well. I tell you what, Boy. Since you answered two correct, ill give you a reward!" The whale of a man reached a bloody hand down and picked up a small chunk of 'Soot' before grabbing Harry's face and shoving the meat into the boys mouth. Harry wanted to vomit. Teas filled his glazed eyed as blood leaked from his mouth and flowed down his chin.
When Harry refused to swallow the pieces of dog, that kept being jammed into his mouth, Vernon would punch him in the stomach before forcing it down his throat.
Master
Harry stopped crying and a slight madness numbed his brain.
Don't worry master. I'm right here! I'll keep you safe! I promise!
That night, after Vernon left, Harry began to pat the floor. Anyone would assume him mad, and in reality he most likely was, but if they looked closer, they would have seen that his shadow had morphed into that of a dog
oOoHARRYPOTTERoOo
Harry opened his eyes slowly and sneezed. His body had lost all of its reserves and he looked like a bad of skin and bone. His legs had gone stiff and his chest was red and sore however excitement rested in his eyes. The Dursley's where taking him for a drive. They would most likely abandon him in a forest or something in that likeness but at lest he would be able to move. Dudley stomped over to Harry's kennel and - without so much as a glance or word- grabbed the boys chains and dragged in to the car where, under the cover of Darkness, he was shoved into the small boot.
Harry remained silent as the car began to move. For a long time the car traveled. The moon was now at its highest point, houses gave way to trees and farms, farms gave way to wasteland and wasteland gave way to forest.
'So they are going to leave e in a forest. How sad I was able to guess.' Harry shook his head and was about to roll over when the car came to an abrupt stop. Vernon opened the boot and threw his nephew to the road, but instead of hopping back into the care and driving off - like Harry had thought he would - Vernon ties his chain to the back bumper first. A sinking feeling pitted itself in the boys stomach. The car started and began to move forward. Slow at first but sped quickly. Harry was sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him, His Hair whipping behind him in long waves.
Master!
Harry never managed to reply before he tripped, his body already becoming a bloody mess of gore.
MASTER!
A dark shadow encased the boy as the car came to a stop. Vernon walked to the boy who lay lifeless in the dirt and smirked. The whale cut the chain, kicked his Nephew one final time before he once again entered his car and drove off, Dudley and Petunia applauding his bravery and kindness.
Harry was numb. No thought entered his mind as his body continued to bleed.
Master! I need you to tell me where to take you! I cant do anything if you dont thing! Please!
Harry's eyes where dead and dry, empty from all angles.
What do I do?! I need to get someone here! Someone...
"Don't worry doggy...I deserve this. I couldn't protect you so its only fair ... Im just a freak... Even professor Snape knows that..." Harry was hardly audible but it was enough. His mind had filled for a millisecond. Snape, he needed to find Snape.