~flashback~
He was in so much pain and the darkness was closing in. Was he back in his cupboard? Bang, bang, bang! Harry cowered into the corner of his cupboard, trying to get as far away from the door was possible in the hopes that maybe his uncle wouldn't see him there.
Unfortunately, as soon as the cupboard door was ripped open, his uncle's eyes found him.
"Out Freak, now!" He bellowed, leaving no room for any arguments.
Harry scampered under his uncle's arm and out into the hallway. He stared at his dirty bare feet as he waited for his uncle to inform him of his chores for the day.
"Now, Freak, make me breakfast! Then you will do the gardening, laundry and make me lunch."
Harry looked at the clock and calculated that he had about two hours to weed, mow and water both the front and back gardens, before coming back inside, having twenty minutes to do the laundry and then whip up something quick for Uncle Vernon's lunch at one.
As he made his way past his Uncle, he was whacked around the head by his Uncle's meaty fist. This caused stars to burst into his vision and black to creep into the edge of it. Used to his more than rough treatment, Harry merely shook his head and carried on his way to the kitchen, he knew what the repercussions would have been if he had let it stop him fulfilling his orders. If he were to do that a simple fist to the back of the head would pale in comparison.
Obviously, Uncle Vernon decided that Harry's reaction had been most unsatisfactory as he stuck out his foot when Harry passed by his massive form, making Harry crash head first to the floor. Pain welled up as everything went completely black, however, it was not centred in his head as it should have been, instead it was based in his wrists.
~end of flashback~
Slowly, Harry opened his eyes and found himself in the familiar hospital wing. Hearing rustling beside him, he turned his head to the side and found Barty Crouch sitting at his bedside.