chapter 2: nightmares and the truth

On the ground I lay

Motionless in pain

I can see my life flashing before my eyes

Did I fall asleep?

Is this all a dream?

Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

"master the bedrooms clean, master can go rest. Kreature get Mistress Hermione in mornin." Kreature told Harry, who nodded and thanked him before heading up to the rooms. (1)

Harry went up then grand stair case and walked down the hall until he reached the bedroom at the end of the hall. He pulled open the door which led into what looked like the master bed room. The room was done in blacks, dark blues, and some sliver here and there. Harry slowly walked over to the bed before falling on it ungracefully. He groaned when he felt some of his wounds reopen. He couldn't really feel the pain anymore but it was somewhat annoying feeling the blood run down his sides.

The raven haired teen waved his hand over his wounds, using a little bit of wandless magic to heal them for now. Harry found out that if he did wandless magic the ministry of magic couldn't trace the magic back to him. Harry pulled the silk covers slowly over his ragged body and fell into a deep, nightmare filled sleep.

Harry was sitting locked under the stairs in his old cupboard, it was even smaller than he remembered but then again he was taller than he was when he was eleven. He hissed in surprise as the door was swung opened and light flooded into the small dark space, hurting his eyes at the sudden change.

"get out here boy!" Harry flinched at his Uncle's loud voice.

Harry crawled out of the cupboard, not looking at his wale sized uncle. "stand up!" he bellowed.

Harry did as be told, standing on shaky legs, only to be knocked down by his uncle's fist. harry cried out as a rain of punches and kicks fell upon him for what seemed like hours. His uncle only stopped the beating only when he was to tired to continue, not when he began to feel pity for the child because in his mind freaks didn't deserve any pity. Vernon Dursley spit at his nephew before walking away, leaving Harry in a pool of his own blood.

Hours passed and no one took noticed of the broken boy in the middle of the living room. Harry's breath came out in weak gasps as he tried to fill his lungs with enough air.

His uncle had walked passed the room and sneered at the bloody boy, "what are you still doing there freak! clean up the blood from the floor and get back to cupboard! now!"

Harry, who couldn't stand, crawled into the kitchen and grabbed a rag. he crawled back to the living room and began to slowly clean up his own blood with it. His body screamed in protest as he put the rag away before going back to his cupboard. he curled himself into a ball and tired to make himself as small as he could get. He fell into a pain induced sleep, but not before silently praying that someone would come and get him.

Harry gasped as he sat up in his bed suddenly. He hissed in pain as his reopened again. He ignored them for now as he ran his hand through his hair. The nightmare had him unsettled, he half excepted to wake up in the cupboard again. His uncle had kept him lock in there for at least two weeks, maybe longer. Harry had blacked out most nights from his uncle's abuse and each morning he wished for someone to help him. Where were the order members who were suppose to be watching him? Surely they would have heard Harry's pained screams right?

But someone did come for him, the night before he ran away, but this person didn't help him. No in fact the person who came to help him was his best friend, Ron, but Ron wasn't there to help Harry. When Ron had flooed into the house he had sneered down at the weakened state of his friend and handed Vernon a bag full of gold. The two men had gone to the next room to talk, Vernon stopping mid beating to talk to the wizard. they were quiet but not quiet enough, Harry had heard some of what they said. The words were imprinted on his mind, scarring him for the rest of his days.

Ronald Weasley looked at the greedy muggle counting the gold for brief moment before clearing his throat. Vernon looked at the red headed wizard.

"Albus says to remind you that your just suppose to make him docile not kill him. he doesn't care how much you abuse the bastard as long as you don't kill him. Do whatever you need to do to break him. We want to make sure that he'll follow our orders without hesitation." he said unemotionally and casually, as if they were talking about the weather and not the abuse of one Harry James Potter.

Vernon nodded, "Alright, It wont be easy but I'll get it done. Of course I'll except a reward for managing to tame the boy."

Ron nodded before walking out, not sparing his once best friend a single glance before he flooed out of the room. Vernon had forgotten about Harry in favor of counting his gold. Harry on the other hand couldn't believe what he heard. Not only did the headmaster know about the abuse but he was paying his uncle to "tame" him! a single tear fell down his face as he realized that no one was going to save him from hell.

Harry was brought out of his dark memories but the sound of a tray being placed on his nightstand. He looked over to see Winky smiling softly.

"tea, helps master sleep." she popped out of the room and Harry let a small smile slip on to his face before he reached over to grab the cup full of warm tea. As he reached over, his sleeve rose up and the word FREAK could be seen carved into his arm, forever reminding him of his past.

(1): I'm not sure how the houselves talk, i know they speak in kinda choppy sentences and used third person alot but that's it. any suggestions would be great appericated!

Me: there is a poll on my page that I would if you all took, it will help me very much when deciding about which creature Harry should be, he will be but i will make him special! also i would like to note that this story, and all my other ones, are un-beta so if i make any mistakes forgive me. Reviews are always loved and i will try to answer them all thank you :D