The heart under the dark robes

I can almost feel you

Summer Vacation 3/10. Day 10
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Privet Drive:

Harry heard the car slow down and with the practice that only comes with years, he knew immediately that his aunt and uncle were back. As best he could he got ready and decided to close his wardrobe, because the only thing he smelled was sickness and against his better judgment he sprayed air freshener all over the second and first  floor, as fast as his remaining energy would allow. He didn't even make the effort to get ready, he hadn't bathed for almost a week and not exactly because he didn't want to, but because all there was was cold water and although it was warm enough to counteract the cold of the shower, he preferred not to risk worsening his asthma. He looked ragged, though not much different from his diary, but he felt disgusting with all the sweat, traces of vomit and other things stuck to his little body.
"Oh Petunia, nothing like that vacation. Duddiking had a blast and without the annoying presence of the creep."
"Dad, that was the best I've had in many years. Thank you so much for taking me."
"Tunny open the door, while I get the bags downstairs."
"Yes Vernon. Duddly go and have a bath, you're all sweaty "
"Yes mom. I'm going to put my new games away in my other room."

Petunia walked with intrigue to the door to open it, while her husband and son, talked about the things they had brought and tried to get things out of the car. Petunia Evans had a bad feeling. When Petunia opened , the first thing she saw, was the house the best arranged she had seen it in years, the second thing was ,  Harry sitting in the kitchen with a bluish look on his face and the third thing , a smell of rose air freshener on thefloor...something wasn't quite right.

"Harry?" . The boy reacted and stood up as fast as he could to go and hide behind a beam that was facing the kitchen.
"Harry, don't be afraid, no ..I'm not going to hit you. It's me, Aunt Petunia."
"The ...we..ir...dos..li..ke..me..do..no...havvv...any..one" "
"Harry what are you talking about. Harry you're...you're having an attack? ..."

Petunia approached and noticed the strong smell of waste emanating from the boy. She was sure he hadn't had a bath in a while.
"No!...no...not...close."
"Harry , you're very sick...I'm so sorry, Oh God."

Harry began to cry as he clung tighter to the pillar where he was hiding, while Petunia watched in horror. The boy was definitely ...traumatized to say the least and she didn't know what she should do. She didn't know if she should approach and take him or leave him alone . He couldn't define anything though because Vernon walked towards the two of them.

" Well, at least he didn't let the house get burned  in our absence and it looks perfect ...What...what is that smell?"
" Roses?"
"Not that the freak couldn't smell the chemicals? And no, it's not that smell...it's ...disgusting...it's subtle..."
" I don't smell anything Vernon" Petunia said as Vernon unloaded the suitcases and noticed the boy hiding in the corner.
" You...what are you hiding, brat?" Vernon went to approach the boy to hit him, but was stopped by the rancid smell coming from the boy.

" I...mm so..so...rry....uncle..." Harry said as he made every effort to stretch his strained neck to breathe.
"You filthy, filthy guy ! CAN'T YOU DO ONE THING RIGHT? IT WAS PERFECT, THE HOUSE WAS PERFECT . BUT YOU HAD TO GO WITH YOUR MESS AND ABNORMALITY AND PRESENT YOURSELF AS A DISGUSTING , FILTHY , FILTHY , FILTHY , FILTHY , FILTHY , FILTHY PIG!!!!"
Vernon grabbed Harry who could barely let out a gasp and went to lock him in his closet. What he didn't count on , was the triple worst smell that emanated from the place when he opened the small door, which instantly made him want to vomit in the middle of the hallway . As best he could , Vernon let go Harry , which led him to smash the boy's head against the wall of the stairs and leave a blood mark dripping down to the floor, worthy of a horror movie.