Wrong person//drarry//harry angst

A cry for help

Hi this is my first book and I hope you like it. I got inspired by a drarry gatcha  video and I just had to! Sorry if I don't up date fast I will try my hardest. Thank you. 

Harry's POV, I woke up six am sharp by the loud banging on my "door". I sat up fast not wanting to make him mad. For the past two weeks I barely got a crumb off the table and I have been beaten up more than I can say, and I don't get any sleep anymore. I opened the door and shut in softly not wanting to make him angry. 

I walk into the kitchen and sit down. Vernon is there awaiting me with a smug look on his ugly face. I wish I could avada kerdavra his bloody arse. " stand up I wouldn't want YOU to sit on MY chairs." He says sternly in a cocky tone. I stand and look at my feet "yes sir" I say softly. "What was that Potter?!" He spat. "Y-yes sir" I say louder.  He sneers before saying " you will do all the house chores with no mistsakes at all. Or you know what happens" he says coldly. I nod before going off to work.

Two hours later~

Hot and sweaty I return to my room. Quickly changing out of my shirt and pants and putting fresh clothes on. I let out a sigh of realif that I was finnaly finished. I fall into my small bed and wait till I hear the soft snore of Dudley up stairs.  I slowly and quietly get up and go to my small desk only a few inches in front of my bed. I open the only drawer and pull out a quil and ink from hogwarts. I set it on the desk and pick up paper. I slowly and tiredly Start to wright to Ron. 

I'm only a few sentences in before my stomach starts to growl loudly and my hunger flows to my brain telling it to eat.

I try to ignore it and keep wrighting but the feeling becomes unbareable. I couldn't take it I felt so empty that I might just die there on the spot. Not like anyone would care if I died or not. But I couldn't help it. I set the quil in the ink, slowly got up and reached for the door. 

I opened it slowly and softly trying to not make a single peep.

I slowly walk to the kitchen and see a loaf of bread on the counter that Dudley refuses to eat. I pick it up and slowly back away from where I was before nocking over a vace. God damit! I scream in my head. The shatter was so loud I they must of woke up I thought, I was right. A loud scream from up stairs hurt my ears " Harry Potter!!!!" Shouted vermon. Shit. I think. A fight or flight moment pops in my head. I decide to run and quickly wright with all my life and finish the letter with send help at the bottom. I give it to hedwing and let him fly hopeing it would find it's way to Ron. Before I knew it I heard loud foot steps by my door.

Sorry it's short the next one will be longer! I hope you liked this chapter I'll post more soon! Thank you guys!