Chapter 3!

Vernon ran into Harry's room and spotted Harry in the corner, who was bracing himself for an attack. Vernon raced towards him and immediately seized him by the collar of his shirt and pinned him flat against the wall.

"So!" he shouted. "You killed the dog!" Harry, who was struggling, and being choked could not reply. "You did it on purpose, didn't you, you little freak! I know you did! You were jealous of it! Tried to make it look like an accident, did you? I'm no fool! You're a murderer! And I can't have a murderer living in my house!"

Uncle Vernon whipped Harry around through the air and threw him into the opposite wall. Harry, who was too weak to fight back, fell to the floor like a rag doll.

'He's too big,' thought Harry, 'He's too strong! He always wins!'

"Get up boy!" shouted his uncle. "Get up and look me in the eyes and tell me you did it!" Uncle Vernon snatched Harry's hair, causing Harry to wince in pain, as he pulled him back up on his feet. Harry stumbled backward and leaned against the wall, breathing heavy. Uncle Vernon marched up to him, stopping inches away from him face. "Look at me boy!" he shouted. "And tell me you did it!"

Harry looked up to his uncle's outraged face, and into his beady black eyes. He knew if he didn't listen to Vernon, things would only be worse, so he figured he might as well give in. Harry tried to say 'I did it' but only a strange noise came out.

"What! Out with it! Spit it out! Don't even try and stall!"

"I did it," Harry said in a low whisper.

Uncle Vernon simply starred at Harry, before saying "I knew it was you! You see! I don't know why you did it…but I do know one thing!" He paused "You are going to pay!" Vernon had barely finished his sentence before he swung his huge fist right into Harry's face.

There was a loud crack and blood splurted everywhere from Harry's nose, like a fountain. Vernon punched him hard and repetitively in the stomach, his eyes, the mouth, and anywhere Vernon could get his fist to.

Harry moaned in pain. He wanted to cry but knew that crying would only show weakness. He would not cry! He could take it! 'Hopefully I'll black out soon I won't even know what's going on!' he thought.

Vernon punched and kicked Harry like a sack of potatoes for a long time until Uncle Vernon, himself, started to get out of breath. He slowed, until he finally came to a stop. Harry lay covered in blood on the floor as Vernon got up and left the room.

'Is it over?' thought Harry. 'I lived?' Still lying motionless, Harry's eyes were clamped shut. He slowly tried to open them but found they were too swollen from Vernon's punchings to open. His whole body felt weak like it was shut down. Harry's legs, arms, and torso felt bruised to the bone, he was losing a lot of blood, and his head hurt so bad, he wanted to scream. Harry tried to listen to see what was going on…if he could possibly hear what Vernon what up too, but he heard nothing. 'Whew, that hurt! I'm tired.'

Harry began to relax a bit to try and get his mind off the situation as he still laid crumpled on the floor. 'I wonder what Ron and Hermione would say if they saw me like this…Or Dumbledore. I'm surprised he doesn't even know. I thought he was supposed to protect me, but I guess he's always been a blind old fool. Everyone would say I'm so pathetic.'

Suddenly Harry heard Uncle Vernon coming once again down the hallway. 'Oh no!' He was coming back for more…

Harry heard his uncle reach his room again. He heard a jingling sound, with him that sounded awfully familiar. Then, Harry realized what Vernon had, and his heart began to pump faster. It had been his worst fear when he was younger, and it still sent shivers down Harry's spine. Harry pushed through the pain to open his eyes to see if he was right about what Uncle Vernon had. He sat up and looked around. It was very blurry to see out of his eyes. His glasses had definitely been totaled and knocked off before, not to mention he could only crack his eyes a little bit. Harry could see the big, round outline of Uncle Vernon ahead and saw him holding a blurry, long brown rope. Harry had been right…his uncle was bringing back the belt!

Umm I don't know when I'm writing again? Maybe.