Wings as white as untouched snow, hair as black as the darkest corners of the mind, they make a pair unlike anything else the world has ever seen. Black and white. Grey and Green. Pale and Tain. Broken and Unbroken.
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Harry goes into a inheritance...
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Harry's pov
35 days till im out of this hell, 1 days till my "family" leaves for a 8 day vacation that i'm not allowed to go on because freaks aren't allowed at the beach, and 4 days until my birthday witch is just like any other day. I just stay up and wish myself a better year that the past years. It is curalty 4:30 I have about an hour before I have to get started on breakfast then I have to pack Dudley's stuff and do all of the chores that Petunia and Vernon will give me to do. They have been adding more and more lately and the beatings for not getting them done have been get worse. I'm scared that if I get another one I won't survive because the one that I got 2 days ago almost killed me I got a major concussion, 8 broken ribs, I shattered my left wrist, and my whole stomach is lined with dark purple bruises. Thanks to my magic I no longer have a concussion and 4 of my ribs are healed but I still can't move my wrist and my stomach is still black and blue.
I look over at my clock to see it strike 5:30 I get up or all least try to before my legs give out underneath me, I drag myself out of the cupboard and stretch to help loosen up my body I hear my legs pop and I go to stand up again this time leaning on the wall for support.
I mange to make it over to the kitchen and start breakfast I make everything from biscuits to pancakes. At 7:45 I put the food on the table with everyone's drinks before returning to the cupboard. Less than 2 minutes later I hear them coming down the stairs the dust sprinkles down on top of me and they make there way down. I hear them sit down at the table when they don't scream at me for doing something wrong I release a breath I didn't know I was holding.
For the rest of the day I did the chores I was assigned to do but then just before It was time to leave Vernon and Dudley decided to give me one last fare well. Dudley grabbed me and throws me over his shoulder making me hit my ribs on his shoulder blade almost causing me to scream out in pain they took me into the hallway where there is no windows and that was when I knew I was about to get the beating of a lifetime.
{Abuse}
3rd person
SMACK, the sound of a hand hitting its mark rang through the quite house. Harry didn't know what was worse the beating or his friends not caring enough to help him. Pain erupted for Harry's chest and Dudley's shoe came in contact with his ribs. All the air was knocked out of his lungs leaving him gasping for air and the blows rained down on him. A punch straight to his nose sent a sickening crack through the hall, blood spewing from his busted life and broken nose, if there had been a carpet it would have been stain permanently red. Sometime after his foot got stomped on- causing many bones to break- and his forearm breaking made him pass out from ether blood lose or pain.
It is unknown for how long he was laying there being hit before the two decided that they had more important things to do. But by this time there was no Harry, only a large puddle of blood, old clothes and limbs. It looked more like a skinned dead animal than a person.
^Abuse over^
Harry wakes up about 16 hours later and decides to take a shower to rid himself of the filth that covered him. What he doesn't realize is that if it wasn't for his magic he would probably be dead.
He stude there under the water for about 20 minutes before actually washing himself. when he finished he filled the bath and just laid there relaxing in the warm water. It was not long before he fell asleep in the water. By the time he woke up the water was no longer warm and his hands looked like shriveled up grapes. After draining the water he changed into some of his old clothes then proceed to walk upstairs not without struggle though.
After collapsing on the bed in the guest room he past out from exhaustion.
The next couple of days passed with Harry in the garden doing he only chore he enjoyed, taking care of the plants. He also ate very little, more than he would if Vernon was there but not enough were they would be able to tell what he ate that way he couldn't get punished for it.
Today was his birthday and Harry was glad he could not do chores for once. He had stayed up last night and wished himself a better year and a happy birthday.
It was about 2:35 in the afternoon and Harry had just gone back inside when he was suddenly screaming in pain it was only about 15 second before he past out from pain for the second time in less than a week.
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(For those of you who are reading this for a second time- I made some pretty major changes in this chapter after a mistake was pointed out to me that would later create a rather large plot hole. That being said thank you EmmaDoherty917For pointing this out to me)
