All Harry potter characters and so forth belong to J.K Rowling and Warner Brothers unfortunately I am neither and never will be.
Might use some content from the books, any content you recognise doesn't nor will ever belong to me.
All warnings are at the beginning of the story and to be used throughout.
OK I think my last chapter was pretty terrible hopefully this one is slightly better. This is a really short chapter, however it needed doing.
Harry couldn't remember much from the past week, all he could remember was that he had fun. He could remember crashing a car into a tree, he had no idea how he got hold of a car though. He got his ear pierced somehow, but it obviously weren't professionally done. Because he had one of his teeth through the hole. He didn't want to ask if it fell out, or ripped out. He had also nicked a red bandana from someone, he thought the look really suited him.
He remembered that he had a motorbike race with Kane, he was pretty sure he crashed again. He couldn't remember much else though. He had cuts and bruises everywhere. He could remember being really out of it, he knew he had done non stop drugs and alcohol all week. His whole stash was gone.
On the way back to the Dursley's he drank the rest of his alcohol, however he only had one and a half bottles left. By the time he got to the Dursley's, he was pretty drunk. He decided that it was time to give the Dursley's some payback. He took his vodka bottle and decided to smash Vernon's new car. He hit it again and again. For every time they hit him, for every time they made him feel worthless. For every time they starved him and for putting him in the cupboard under the stairs.
Whilst he was doing this Harry heard shouting from somewhere, but didn't give it much thought. After a while Harry leaned on the car in exhaustion, he noticed that the car looked like it had been crushed. However just as he was about to pass out, he saw a dark figure by the gate. Then he finally ended up asleep.