Buried Under Gold

{1} The Summer After.

Narrator POV:

No. 4 Privet Drive. Surrey. Little Whinging.

The perfect house which belonged to the perfect family. The Dursleys. There was nothing out of the ordinary with that family, the garden always to perfection, suits and smart dress for the family, good jobs and their son went to a prestigious School. The only thing out of the ordinary perhaps was a skinny figure that could be seen occasionally with a mop of black hair and the brightest Emerald Eyes anyone in the village and ever seen.

This was their nephew Harry Potter probably one of the politest boys you would ever meet. The dursleys however saw him is nothing but trash, a burden, waste of space and a Freak!

The boy would disappear for months on end. Where the boy went they had no clue, when I asked the dursleys would state that he had gone to school and would be back during the summer time.

On the outside they were the picture perfect family on the inside however they had a horrid dark secret.

3rd Person POV:

Harry was sat watching the swings at the park, go back and forth and back and forth. Blistering sun cascading down on him. The wasn't much else he could do really he was only allowed 5 mins outside of the house, and that was only so the neighbours didn't get suspicious plus the added pain from his last 'punishment' from Vernon. Then his attention switched from the swings and the pain of his back to behind him where Dudley and his 'Gang' stood.

"Aww is the lickle freak lonley" taunted one of Dudley's Goons.

"Do you miss Cedric freak? Whose Cedric? Huh! You scream about him in your sleep. He ya boy friend Potter?" jeered Dudley.

"Shut Up! You don't know anything" Harry tried to sneer but it looked weak as he knew Dudley would go straight to his father if he showed his true temper.

"Don't kill Cedric! Is he dead Potter? Dead like your parents eh?" Dudley sneered

"That the best you can come up with?" Harry sassed in response. Dudley obviously didn't like that if the hook to Harry's jaw was anything to go by. Dudley's friends followed him in the attack beat as much of Harry as possible. He knew better then to fight back.

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After the group of idiots were satisfied they left. Leaving Harry bleeding in a heap on the park floor. It was dark now Harry knew he was in for a punishment, or should I say beating, when he got in. He was way past 5 minutes by now so he hobbled faster then humanely possible back to No. 4 and honestly that wasn't even that fast.

He entered the door and got a face full of whale fat, no sorry my bad Vernon Dursley's stomach.

"BOY! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HMM? YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT! MY WIFE HAD TO SLAVE AWAY DOING YOUR JOB WHILST YOU WERE OUT!!"

"S-sir i-i'm sorry i-i lost track of time" was Harry's meek response.

"OH AND DON'T THINK THAT DUDLEY DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT YOU STARTING A FIGHT WITH HIS FRIEND!! GO UPSTAIRS NOW!!" Vernon said in the most menacing tone he could muster.

Harry bolted up the stairs as fast as he could. He knew there was no point in arguing. He got to his door. The one with 17 locks and cat flap for food. Where then took of his shirt, trying to peel it of as quickly and painlessly as possible, careful to try an not irritate his back already. He then sat and waited.

*a/n: I'm not going to write a detailed abuse seen but know its bad*

After Harry's Punishment he collapsed on to the follow and took in some shallow breathes. Harry always refused to scream ad he knew it would give Vernon the satisfaction. It had only been 3 days into the Summer and Harry was questioning whether he would make this one out alive.