Herielle (FEM POTTER -DARK)

CHAPTER 1- CLIMBING FIRE

"GIRL, COME CLEAN THIS MESS," Uncle Vernon yells from the living room, over the yapping of the television.

Ugh. I see Dudley sitting on the couch, ice cream smudged over his face and snot running down his nose. He's crying and whining like a baby, when isn't he though?

"Dudlykins, my sweet boy, dropped his ice cream." Aunt Petunia said as she cleaned off Dudley's face, "Clean it up and serve him again." Uncle Vernon chuckles from the couch, eating freshly baked eclairs, with cream gooping down his fingers and plopping onto the white couch, staining it in the process. I wrinkle my nose in disgust, they act like pigs.

I head to the kitchen to get some cleaning supplies, a wet rag and some cleaning solution.

I trudge over to the living room, one day I'll leave- but before that, I'll make them pay. I get on my knees and spray the rag, and begin cleaning the carpet. The cleaning solutions smell wafts up to my nose, stinging, I wince but keep cleaning. I hear the rumbling of Dudley's stomach-

"Hurry up, I'm hungry," whined Dudley. If you're so hungry then get some yourself, of course I don't say it aloud- or else I'd get beat again.

"Well, hurry it up girl, didn't you hear? He's hungry," Uncle Vernon remarks with a sneer. Shut up fatso, why don't you help, you're just as able.

"Yes Uncle Vernon," I mutter as I begin to rub harder. Once it looks relatively decent, I get up and head towards the kitchen, "Get some chips and salsa too."

I simply nod my head in response. Once I get to the kitchen I serve up ice cream for Dudley; one medium bowl with 3 scoops of different flavours, with both caramel and chocolate toppings. Going to the pantry I grab the chips and salsa from the fridge, plating them I bring them all to the living room. I hand the ice cream to Dudley and the platter to Uncle Vernon.

"Where are my sprinkles! Mom, she didn't give me any sprinkles!" Dudley screamed in his whiny voice, Aunt Petunia comforted him, "Honey, don't worry- I'll get you sprinkles, a lot of sprinkles. Wait here Dudleykins." She grabbed the plate and scoffed as she passed me and headed to the kitchen.

"Are you that incapable- sprinkles! You forget his sprinkles? Are you dumb or just blind? It's probably something because of your freak parents- they were fools who couldn't do anything." Uncle Vernon's words were like ice water, my blood went cold and my eyes clouded. I didn't know my parents but I was sure they weren't the freaks they said they were. My mind went blank with rage and then there was a flash of light and

Crash !

The lamp beside Uncle Vernon shattered and my mind refocused. I looked at the glass shards. What could have happened? An electric backfire? My eyes trail up to Uncle Vernon and his face looks white as a sheet of paper, scared. It would scare me too, but it seems there's something else..

"You..You Freak! You did this- you tried to kill me 'eh? Just who do you think you are- Can you even think? A freak like yourself probably can't- I'm gonna kill you, girl. Teach you a lesson- get this through your thick skull," Uncle Vernon grabbed my arm and hauled him to the garage. Thrusting the door open he threw me on the ground and kicked my rib- that's gonna leave a bruise.

"You think just because you have these freakish powers- you can hurt me- us? I'm gonna teach you a lesson bitch, you're a messed up freak- and you're gonna end up just like your freaky parents- a pathetic failure." Now, I was used to beatings and degrading remarks from Uncle Vernon, but he never mentioned my parents before.

Freaks? Who exactly were my parents? And what powers is he talking about? My mind pondered at questions, trying to ignore the blows aimed towards my ribs and legs.