The heart under the dark robes

Sick freaks deserve love

Later , Vernon arrived home to find that Potter was nowhere in sight and that he had not weeded the garden either , that boy was going to listen to him.

"Duddley! How was your day at the school , my dear boy "

" Perfect , Dad . I had a lot of fun with Charles and Noah , tomorrow... they invited me to play at their house . May I come ?"

" Sure you have my permission Dud , anything to keep you away from the weirdo "

" Thanks dad , mom is in the kitchen serving the food "

" Ok , go to your room and I'll call you right now "

Vernon headed down the hallway to the living room while in the process , he abruptly and without warning pulled out a sleeping Harry on the floor of the wardrobe .

" Uncle please , I didn't do anything , I swear "

" Petunia ! What happened ? Why didn't the boy finish his homework ?"

" He wasn't feeling very well and I sent him to bed , after all I didn't want whatever he had to stick it to our Duddley "

" Fuck ! You're right ...gross , I'll have to wash up after I've touched him ... PISS OFF UNTIL YOUR NASTY DISEASE IS GONE ... And don't think that by pretending you will be given something to eat "

" Yes sir "

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Harry went back to his room and tried not to cry loudly , it was already 4 days since he had eaten anything and he was really hungry . His solution was to go to sleep , thinking about the red haired woman who in dreams lulled him , he could almost feel the warm milk going down to his tummy while he slept in her safe arms .

Harry woke up that night feeling that something was on his chest crushing him , he could tell it looked like Aunt Marge's dogs that were sitting on his chest , he was very scared , he couldn't breathe and what scared him the most , was the sound his little lungs were making . He didn't know if it was normal, maybe the freaks shoul do that. Suddenly he felt a cough coming on and did his best to hide it , it was the middle of the night and he didn't want to wake anyone up . Suddenly he heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs , that couldn't mean anything good .

"Damn boy ! You want to wake up the whole neighborhood with your disgusting coughs? , Don't you have anything better to get attention ? "

" I...didn't...want to..."

" You never want to do it , but you always do it !"

" Uncle Ver...non , I can't ... breathe ...ple...ase " said the tears streamed down his face .

" You can't breathe because of your disgusting , filthy weirdness ! I don't want to hear you again or I'll take you out of this house and let you get robbed "

" Yes sir "

" That's better , now let me sleep !"

Vernon threw Harry into the closet so hard that his little head hit the wall and with a nasty crunch Harry's world went dark.
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From that day on and for many months ( so many that Petunia had lost count ) , Harry had these attacks at least about three every week and in different situations . Petunia didn't know if it was something Vernon had caused with the beating that night , if it was a way of the boy to get attention or if really the bluish color of Harry's lips was due to something more serious . Whatever it was frightened her, although she tried to defend the boy when she could, trying to be discreet, she did not want to be responsible for the child's death