Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter. Please let me know what you think.
Summary - Abused all of his life by people who thought he was not what they thought, Harry Potter comes to the magical world, hurt and angry over the numerous revelations. Dark. But he is highly intelligent and that combined with what he could do will surprise his family who abandoned him.
My thanks to Kourtney Uzu Yato for the basics.
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"Mummy?" Harry groaned as he woke up, instinctively knowing something was not right; the bed smelt….weird, and musty and as he lifted his head he cried out in pain when his head made contact with something above. "Owie!" Harry whimpered, tears springing to his eyes, and he sniffled as he lifted his hands… his fingers touched something rough, and wooden, and as he felt around, he felt the strange wooden thing running up and down to the ground.
"Mummy?" Harry whimpered as he looked around in the dark, shaking with fear. He strained to remember what had happened before, but all he could remember was the scary man with the red eyes pointing the wand at him, the green light, and then….blackness, and then he had found himself here, in this dark, scary place. "Mummy? Daddy? Unca Siri? Where are you?" Harry cried and whimpered in his panic before he stopped, hearing the sound of rapid footfalls. For a moment, Harry thought it might be one of his family, but realised that it wasn't. There was the sound of a lock being opened from outside and a door was wrenched open.
Harry gasped. A massive man with a purple face and a moustache thicker and bushier than Uncle Remus's was looming over him, and before Harry could even say anything, ask where his parents were, the man growled and lashed out, grabbing Harry by his tiny wrist and ripped him forward and threw him to the ground.
The boy cried out in pain and in fear, and he looked back at the man, whimpering in pain.
"SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE FREAK!" The man bellowed.
Harry whimpered as he rolled onto his back as tried to stand up, and as he did he looked at the massive man, seeing that he was huge, but what startled the young boy the most was the open door the man had his back to; Harry had often played hide and seek with his daddy and uncles, and one of his favourite places to hide in was the cupboard under the stairs, and Harry had learnt earlier on to never giggle or snicker.
Was that where he had just been? Locked inside a cupboard like a prisoner in one of those stories his mummy had read to him?
Harry looked up at the massive man. "W-Who are you?" He asked.
"No questions, Boy!" The man barked.
Harry was startled and tears began to sparkle in his eyes. For some sick reason, this seemed to delight the man. "Oh, you're crying are you, Boy? Well, you'll soon find new reasons to be scared!"
"W-why are you being so mean? Who are you?"
"I am your 'uncle.' My wife is your bitch of a mother's sister," the man snapped.
Harry blinked in surprise. "M-my mummy doesn't have a sister," he said.
In his mind that was true enough. Harry and his family had rarely left the cottage in all the time they'd lived there, and he had learnt never to go too far whenever he had played in the garden. And his mummy had never spoken once about a sister, but he was too young to understand such things.
The man gave an unpleasant smile that had Harry wishing he hadn't opened his mouth. "Oh, believe me, my wife would love nothing less than to rid herself of you, and your whore of a mother!"
Harry didn't know what a 'whore' was, but he was smart enough to know it wasn't anything nice. "Where are my mummy and daddy?" He asked.
The man's face purpled. "Your parents are dead, Boy. They died. They were killed in a car crash!"
"A c-car crash?" Harry knew instantly that was not the truth; he remembered that scary man with the red eyes the hood covering his face, the wand, and the green light of the spell. "N-No, that can't be right-."
The man growled and threw himself at the boy. Harry screamed in fright as the massive man began punching and slapping him with enough force to break his jaw.
"Well, it bloody is right, you little freak! Talk back to me, will you? Your parents are dead! You were left with us, and you will be a normal kid! You will be normal! Your parents died in a car crash, and I won't take any more of your lip! Don't ask questions!"
Harry screamed and cried as the man's blows hurt. He had never been treated like this, and he cried hard as he tried to instinctively shift his body into a foetal position to better protect his head and chest, but the massive man kept roughly rolling him onto his back, punching him harder, and making him scream.
"What's going on? Vernon, stop it! You'll kill him!" A woman screamed.
"That's the idea, Pet," Vernon said, making Harry whimper. He knew enough about death after listening to his mummy and daddy.
"No, that's enough. We want the boy to be normal, and besides the letter said he can't do you know what, so leave him be for now. We can teach him how to be normal, and besides, you are forgetting the neighbours. They might have heard the racket you're making, and disposing of his body will be hard. We don't know if anyone's called the police. Just stop it," the woman said.
While Vernon calmed down, Harry took a moment to look up into the woman's face. She wasn't particularly nice looking, nothing like his mother….and the way she looked down at him whenever she spared him a glance told him she was not on his side.
Vernon finally huffed. "Fine," he grunted, grabbing Harry who whimpered at the contact, but the massive man didn't care about that. He just picked the boy up, ignoring his whimpers as his body still ached from the blows he'd received, and he was just carelessly thrown into the cupboard and the door was locked.
"And you'll stay in there until we say you can come out!" Vernon growled through the grille before he shut it harshly. Once more left in the darkness of the confines of the cupboard, Harry was left whimpering in pain.
"It can't be true," he whispered to himself in case Vernon came back, correctly guessing if he made too much noise then he'd be beaten. "Mummy, daddy, where are you?"