It is the raging fire of tempestuous fury…
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Harry cringed away from the door to his cupboard, hearing his Uncle yelling furiously. He had done some freakishness again, having turned his teacher's hair blue. Or, at least, that's what Dudley was saying.
The teacher had been belittling him, smirking as Harry blinked up at him blankly, having been broken from an imaginary practice of the rhythms of his next set piece for the second round. It was a difficult one for him—Galop, by Dmitri Kabalevsky—and he had been deep in the mental practice when the teacher had called on him, jerking him back to reality, leaving him horribly disoriented.
As the teacher had been talking down at him, Harry had found himself growing more irritated as he became more coherent, realizing what was happening. It had just…built until—the teacher's hair turned bright blue. And what puzzled Harry was that he had been at the very back of the classroom, the teacher at the front, and they still blamed him for it.
Aunt Petunia said it was because he was a freak, and freaks were wrong, they didn't belong, and freaks were hated by normal people.
But…wasn't Miss Lissa normal? She didn't hate him, at least he didn't think so.
Stomping footsteps approached his cupboard door, and for a moment Harry indulged in a fantasy that he had thought he had long given up on—a family member, swooping in and saving him from the Dursleys, cradling him in their arms and keeping him safe from the pain and the hate and the hurting. He wondered vaguely if Miss Lissa was a long-lost family member, come to steal him away from the hell he called a 'home'.
He didn't have time to dismiss that thought, for the cupboard door opened, and Uncle Vernon's meaty hand reached in, grabbing his hair roughly and dragging him out. He stifled a cry, the pain biting at him like white-hot needles in his scalp.
As the first blows landed, Harry curled up, trying desperately to swallow the involuntary cries and whimpers that were rising in his throat.
It was going to be a long night.
/End Note/
Please note that the rating has been upped to T; I originally hadn't expected for this to turn so dark, but it has, so...please continue with caution. The abuse will mostly only be stated after the fact, and will get better in a few chapters (hopefully), but it will still be there. So, if you're squeamish about that sort of thing, please venture from this point onwards with care.
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~Happy Camper27