Hating me (Discontinued)

Nightmares

Harry

Harry watched Snape leave, shaking in anger and frustration. Why did he have to stick his nose into EVERYTHING.

He punched the wall, but it stood firm against his hit. This only angered him further and he pummelled at it, attempting to leave some kind of mark to show his agitation. But it did not. Hell, it showed no sign of being hit whatsoever.

Kicking the ground moodily, Harry made his way up to his dorm room and lay on the bed. He ignored the pile of homework beside him and turned over to go to sleep.

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The stale smell of alcohol filled the room and Harry sat up, quickly.
"BOY! COME HERE!"
Harry felt the colour disappear from his cheeks as he placed the book he had been reading to the side. He had not expected his uncle to be back so early, drunk at that, too.

He took shaking steps towards the front door, not daring to look up. He could hear the heavy breathing of Uncle Vernon and the thump of his footsteps.

"Daddy?" Dudley had come out of his room at the sound of his father yelling and was now standing anxiously at the top of the stairs.

"Get back into your room Dudders," Vernon said, turning his attention on a quivering Harry, who was now looking up at him in terror.

Vernon put on a sickly smile and stomped towards him.
"Oh Harry, have you been naughty boy?" Harry gulped, but stood his ground - retreating would only make it worse. He looked quickly back down at the ground and closed his eyes.

A strong force knocked him flying back against the wall, dizziness overcoming him as he hit the back of his head.
"DISGUSTING FREAK."
His uncle's saliva splattered onto his cheek as he tried not to cry, not wanting to show anymore vulnerability. He was forced back against the wall, blows sending his head back repeatedly. He felt his vision blur and the warmth of blood trickling down his neck.

He felt himself being dragged, up the bare staircase and into...

He panicked, struggling against his uncle's grip. Not the bathroom. Please not the bathroom.

The sound of water running, ice-cold water, burning lungs. He thrashed about, his uncle laughed, he screamed and yelled.

"Potter?"
He could hear voices taunting him. Saying his name

"Harry can you hear me?"
"HARRY WAKE UP!"

He couldn't breathe.

"Potter it's okay, come back to us."

He woke up, gasping for breath as the faces around him swam into focus. Red hair, velvet robes, a toad...

"Harry are you alright!?" His best friend yelled, eyes filled with concern.

"What?" Harry sat up, abruptly.

"You had a nightmare, Potter," came the voice of Professor Mcgonagall.

"A nightmare!? HE WAS HAVING A FIT!"

"Calm down Mr Weasley he was not having a fit. Harry are you okay dear?"

Harry blinked. Ron, Professor Mcgonagall and Neville stood beside him. Ron looked panicked, Neville had gone a nasty shade of pale and Professor Mcgonagall was looking at him in worry.

"I'm fine, thanks," he replied, putting on a smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Fine!? FINE!? Screaming and crying, I thought you were being murdered!"