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Harry Potter loathed being at #4 Privet Drive for the summer. Professor Dumbledoor told him that he needed to be there, for his own protection but that didn't make it any better. Harry's Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon despised him with a passion and made no secret of that. Even Harry's only cousin Dudley hated him. Harry took his Aunt's and Uncle's time. They could be spending that time and money on Dudley. Dudley was already spoiled but he wanted all that he could get.
This summer was the worst summer that Harry had ever experienced. It had started when the Dursleys had arrived to pick up Harry from King's Crossing where he got off the train that took him to school. Harry passed thought the magic barrier and saw Uncle Vernon standing as far away as he could, not wanting to consort with that kind of people. He practically dragged Harry out not even letting him say goodbye to his friends. Harry's mind travel to Cedric Diggory who had died that year at Hogwart at the hand of the most evil wizard of all times, Lord Voldemort. When his Uncle and Aunt got him in to the car Harry wasn't prepared with what happened next. Uncle Vernon laid down the law.
"BOY !" Uncle Vernon yelled filling the car with his voice. "This summer is going to be different than the last."
"Oh ?" Harry responded very quietly.
"You're Aunt and I had a long discussion while you were in school this year.." Vernon continued still yelling. " And we have had enough with this magic bullshit.
Harry could tell that he was in trouble. Uncle Vernon's neck was purple and Harry could see in the rear view mirror that his eyes were bulging out of his head. Uncle Vernon had paused for a breath before beginning to yell again.
"You will not be going to that god damn fucken school again. It is the school of the devil. And we will not promote this. We have gotten you into a good reform school. An evil child like you needs discipline not this magical shit. We will burn you're trunk and all it contains. Enough is enough. You will be repaying us for all the money we have spent on you. We will not support a devil child."
"But......" Harry began.
Before Harry knew what was happening Uncle Vernon had punched him. Dudley laughed and Aunt Petunia smiled wickedly at the site before her. Blood flowed down harry's face from his nose where Uncle Vernon had hit him. He could feel himself losing conciseness from the blow.
By the time Harry roused from his slumber they were pulling into #4 Pivet Drive. It was dark outside and Harry wondered if Uncle Vernon had driven around til then so that none of the neighbors could see Harry's face.
"Boy ! " Vernon hissed "bring that think inside now." Harry dragged that trunk inside and as soon as he did Uncle Vernon dragged him to the kitchen. Uncle Vernon forcing him inside the kitchen door. Uncle Vernon pushed Harry so hard that Harry banged his head on the kitchen counter.
"Write ! " Uncle Vernon ordered. "You'll write to that school of evil and inform them that you will not be returning to school this year because I have been transfered and we have gotten you in to an American school. You'll tell this to you're freak friends as well." Harry sat down at the kitchen table and wrote the letter to Professor Dumbledoor and to Ron, Hermione. Harry didn't think Professor Dumbledoor would believe this letter but he didn't want to get hit again by Uncle Vernon. Harry shook from fright of his uncle. He had never been violent before now, but now he seemed to think it was the only way. Harry's mind called out but he doubted anyone would hear him.
As Harry was finishing the letters, Dudley entered hold a few feet in front of him Hedwig's cage and Uncle Vernon's shotgun in the other. Hedwig still in her cage. Harry felt his heart jump. What were they going to do to Hedwig. He can't imagine losing her. Hedwig had been a gift from Hagrid on his 11th birthday. Uncle Vernon carefully opened Hedwig's cage and she flew out and flew over to Harry and landed on his shoulder.
"Hello girl." Harry mumble thought his swollen jaw to Hedwig who affectionately nibbled Harry's ear.
"Tie the letters to her, Boy and be off with it. I don't want that thing returning either." Vernon told Harry angrily.
Harry did as he was told and tied the letters to Hedwig. As he did, Harry told Hedwig very softly "Take this letter to Dumbledoor then to Ron, then Hermione. Then stay with Hermione you're her owl now. It's not safe for you here. I love you Hedwig."
Uncle Vernon stroked his gun felicitously as Harry did as he was told. He couldn't help think that this was the end. He would meet the end not from the hands of the evil wizard who had also murdered his mother and father but at the hands of his uncle, a muggle. Would anyone remember him as Harry the boy who had feelings and love his friend and Quidditch or just as the boy who lived and met his tragic end.
Uncle Vernon aimed his gun at Hedwig and Harry. Hedwig still nipped at Harry's ear not wanting to leave him. It all happened in a second Uncle Vernon's gun went off with a bang sending Hedwig flying. The bullet missed Hedwig but nicked Harry then landed in the wall behind him. Blood trickled down the cut from the bullet, on to Harry's face. Harry could see Hedwig fly away safe but Harry couldn't help that part of his heart flew away with her.
" Now get rid of that trunk of evil. " Aunt Petunia told Uncle Vernon.
"Bring it ! " commanded Uncle Vernon.
Harry dragged his trunk into the yard while they brought out matches and gas. Harry's heart dropped. How could someone think like that. Harry wished for his parents now more than ever in his whole life.
"Open the trunk. " Vernon told him interrupting his thoughts.
Harry opened his trunk. Inside he could see his books, and his photo album with his only pictures of his parents. His quills and ink and his fire bolt also were in his trunk. His Uncle poured gas on the open trunk and lit the match. With a poof the trunk became a orange fire ball that reached to the sky.
Tears rolled down Harry's swollen and beaten and bleeding face. His heart sunk into an endless sea of despair. How Harry wished he had died with Cedic that night. He'd be in heaven with his parents. He'd never been alone. The Dursley laughed and cheered at the site as if they had just won World War 2. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon hugged each other and Dudley leaving Harry in the cold.
Harry came in the house and Uncle Vernon stood there waiting for him. "This is for you're own good." Uncle Vernon told him before Uncle Vernon took the end of the rife and walloped Harry. The beating lasted an hour or so Harry couldn't tell how long. Time seemed to stop as Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley took turns beating him. Harry could barley move by the end. They then dumped Harry in his bedroom upstairs.
Harry slowly moved toward the loose floor board in the floor and from his sweater pulled out his wand and his invisible cloak. He put them in the floor board and then put it back. He got back up on to his bed and passed out.
Harry was awoken the next morning by a stinging sensation on his back. Dursley was beating him with one of his father's belts as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia watch approvingly. Harry cried out but Dursley just continued beating Harry.
"This serves you right."Aunt Petunia told him. "A thing like you doesn't deserve anything we give you."
"Yeah they could be spending it on me." Dudley added cheerfully.
"You make us so proud Dudley." Uncle Vernon told him.
They continued to beat Harry even as he passed out.
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Harry Potter loathed being at #4 Privet Drive for the summer. Professor Dumbledoor told him that he needed to be there, for his own protection but that didn't make it any better. Harry's Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon despised him with a passion and made no secret of that. Even Harry's only cousin Dudley hated him. Harry took his Aunt's and Uncle's time. They could be spending that time and money on Dudley. Dudley was already spoiled but he wanted all that he could get.
This summer was the worst summer that Harry had ever experienced. It had started when the Dursleys had arrived to pick up Harry from King's Crossing where he got off the train that took him to school. Harry passed thought the magic barrier and saw Uncle Vernon standing as far away as he could, not wanting to consort with that kind of people. He practically dragged Harry out not even letting him say goodbye to his friends. Harry's mind travel to Cedric Diggory who had died that year at Hogwart at the hand of the most evil wizard of all times, Lord Voldemort. When his Uncle and Aunt got him in to the car Harry wasn't prepared with what happened next. Uncle Vernon laid down the law.
"BOY !" Uncle Vernon yelled filling the car with his voice. "This summer is going to be different than the last."
"Oh ?" Harry responded very quietly.
"You're Aunt and I had a long discussion while you were in school this year.." Vernon continued still yelling. " And we have had enough with this magic bullshit.
Harry could tell that he was in trouble. Uncle Vernon's neck was purple and Harry could see in the rear view mirror that his eyes were bulging out of his head. Uncle Vernon had paused for a breath before beginning to yell again.
"You will not be going to that god damn fucken school again. It is the school of the devil. And we will not promote this. We have gotten you into a good reform school. An evil child like you needs discipline not this magical shit. We will burn you're trunk and all it contains. Enough is enough. You will be repaying us for all the money we have spent on you. We will not support a devil child."
"But......" Harry began.
Before Harry knew what was happening Uncle Vernon had punched him. Dudley laughed and Aunt Petunia smiled wickedly at the site before her. Blood flowed down harry's face from his nose where Uncle Vernon had hit him. He could feel himself losing conciseness from the blow.
By the time Harry roused from his slumber they were pulling into #4 Pivet Drive. It was dark outside and Harry wondered if Uncle Vernon had driven around til then so that none of the neighbors could see Harry's face.
"Boy ! " Vernon hissed "bring that think inside now." Harry dragged that trunk inside and as soon as he did Uncle Vernon dragged him to the kitchen. Uncle Vernon forcing him inside the kitchen door. Uncle Vernon pushed Harry so hard that Harry banged his head on the kitchen counter.
"Write ! " Uncle Vernon ordered. "You'll write to that school of evil and inform them that you will not be returning to school this year because I have been transfered and we have gotten you in to an American school. You'll tell this to you're freak friends as well." Harry sat down at the kitchen table and wrote the letter to Professor Dumbledoor and to Ron, Hermione. Harry didn't think Professor Dumbledoor would believe this letter but he didn't want to get hit again by Uncle Vernon. Harry shook from fright of his uncle. He had never been violent before now, but now he seemed to think it was the only way. Harry's mind called out but he doubted anyone would hear him.
As Harry was finishing the letters, Dudley entered hold a few feet in front of him Hedwig's cage and Uncle Vernon's shotgun in the other. Hedwig still in her cage. Harry felt his heart jump. What were they going to do to Hedwig. He can't imagine losing her. Hedwig had been a gift from Hagrid on his 11th birthday. Uncle Vernon carefully opened Hedwig's cage and she flew out and flew over to Harry and landed on his shoulder.
"Hello girl." Harry mumble thought his swollen jaw to Hedwig who affectionately nibbled Harry's ear.
"Tie the letters to her, Boy and be off with it. I don't want that thing returning either." Vernon told Harry angrily.
Harry did as he was told and tied the letters to Hedwig. As he did, Harry told Hedwig very softly "Take this letter to Dumbledoor then to Ron, then Hermione. Then stay with Hermione you're her owl now. It's not safe for you here. I love you Hedwig."
Uncle Vernon stroked his gun felicitously as Harry did as he was told. He couldn't help think that this was the end. He would meet the end not from the hands of the evil wizard who had also murdered his mother and father but at the hands of his uncle, a muggle. Would anyone remember him as Harry the boy who had feelings and love his friend and Quidditch or just as the boy who lived and met his tragic end.
Uncle Vernon aimed his gun at Hedwig and Harry. Hedwig still nipped at Harry's ear not wanting to leave him. It all happened in a second Uncle Vernon's gun went off with a bang sending Hedwig flying. The bullet missed Hedwig but nicked Harry then landed in the wall behind him. Blood trickled down the cut from the bullet, on to Harry's face. Harry could see Hedwig fly away safe but Harry couldn't help that part of his heart flew away with her.
" Now get rid of that trunk of evil. " Aunt Petunia told Uncle Vernon.
"Bring it ! " commanded Uncle Vernon.
Harry dragged his trunk into the yard while they brought out matches and gas. Harry's heart dropped. How could someone think like that. Harry wished for his parents now more than ever in his whole life.
"Open the trunk. " Vernon told him interrupting his thoughts.
Harry opened his trunk. Inside he could see his books, and his photo album with his only pictures of his parents. His quills and ink and his fire bolt also were in his trunk. His Uncle poured gas on the open trunk and lit the match. With a poof the trunk became a orange fire ball that reached to the sky.
Tears rolled down Harry's swollen and beaten and bleeding face. His heart sunk into an endless sea of despair. How Harry wished he had died with Cedic that night. He'd be in heaven with his parents. He'd never been alone. The Dursley laughed and cheered at the site as if they had just won World War 2. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon hugged each other and Dudley leaving Harry in the cold.
Harry came in the house and Uncle Vernon stood there waiting for him. "This is for you're own good." Uncle Vernon told him before Uncle Vernon took the end of the rife and walloped Harry. The beating lasted an hour or so Harry couldn't tell how long. Time seemed to stop as Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley took turns beating him. Harry could barley move by the end. They then dumped Harry in his bedroom upstairs.
Harry slowly moved toward the loose floor board in the floor and from his sweater pulled out his wand and his invisible cloak. He put them in the floor board and then put it back. He got back up on to his bed and passed out.
Harry was awoken the next morning by a stinging sensation on his back. Dursley was beating him with one of his father's belts as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia watch approvingly. Harry cried out but Dursley just continued beating Harry.
"This serves you right."Aunt Petunia told him. "A thing like you doesn't deserve anything we give you."
"Yeah they could be spending it on me." Dudley added cheerfully.
"You make us so proud Dudley." Uncle Vernon told him.
They continued to beat Harry even as he passed out.