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four | disrespect

eleven years later

~no pov

Eleven years later, Harry Potter was fifteen years old. He was to turn sixteen soon, and by then he'd be done with his GCSES and moving onto sixth form.

Two years after that, he'd be free of the Dursley's. He didn't know where he'd go, but he was going to leave that house. Even if it killed him.

Despite his desperate need to leave the Dursley's, growing up and actually living independently scared him.

He knew how to take care of a house- his rough upbringing taught him that- but sorting out bills, leases, paperwork and all the boring, stressful, adulty things? That was all new to him.

Schools taught a lot of stuff, but nothing he would need in future. How was he supposed to learn how to go for the right water company or gas company? And what if he forgot to pay his electricity bills?

Would he want a roommate? Harry was accustomed to living both alone and with people, but living with abusive people gave him trust issues for sure. What if his new roommate wanted to hurt him too?

It was all so stressful. Yet he was sure he'd be leaving the Dursley's the minute he gets the chance.

First of all, however, he'd have to pass his GCSEs. The thought of exams dictating his entire life absolutely terrified him. And then getting in to a sixth form and passing A Levels that could also dictate his life.

What if he failed?

Why should unnecessary, irrelevant knowledge be the key to getting a career?

"BOY!"

would it hurt to call me harry for once?

He thought, before going downstairs hurriedly. The slower the response, the harsher the blow.

"Make Dudley his lunch and then make us breakfast."

Make Dudley lunch.

It was the first day of year eleven, so really Harry was to turn sixteen in under a year and it wasn't as soon as he thought. Even so, he worried about his future as he always does.

After rolling his eyes and sighing quietly, Harry began to do as he was told.

Vernon was in a particularly bad mood recently since Harry's face wasn't available for hitting, seeing that school was soon.

Makeup was always an option, but the boy would sweat it off, considering he couldn't exactly walk around in shorts and tank tops like most people when it's hot.

Setting spray? Doesn't do shit against sweat. Unless, of course, you have expensive setting spray. Buying makeup to cover bruises got Harry in enough trouble, buying expensive makeup would set Vernon off on a "you spoilt brat after everything we've..." speech.

So, Harry's face was an unavailable target. Meaning the lazy pig would have to put more effort in kicking and shoving Harry unnoticeably.

Didn't mean he wouldn't do it though.

Right after Dudley's lunch was made and breakfast was sorted, Harry began to go upstairs to get dressed and sort out his own school equipment. Unfortunately for him, his "uncle" stopped him with a rather harsh slap to the back, sending the boy flying forwards.

He hit his head on a higher step and then got dragged by the neckline of his shirt back downstairs.

"Where do you think you're going boy?"

"Upstairs." Harry said in a are you stupid type voice, angering his short-tempered uncle. He did not consider Vernon his uncle.

Vernon glared at the younger boy. "Who told you you could go upstairs? I have not finished with you."

"I'm finished with you. If you'll excuse me, I need to get ready too. Your dear son isn't the only student in this house."

"He will be if you don't quit it with that attitude."

"Try me." Harry wanted to die anyway. In his head, he was thinking: why not speed up the process?

Vernon growled.

"Are you an animal?" Harry did not mean to say that. It merely slipped out before he could stop himself.

"I'm sick of you." Vernon was seething at this point.

Harry, who had been held up by his shirt this entire time, was then thrown into the wall. His back slammed first, then his head, causing a loud thudding noise that the neighbours were sure to have heard.

well fuck me, i have pe second period.

"You will not disrespect me in my household. I gave you a roof over your head, the least you could do is respect me." He finished his sentence by kicking Harry harshly in the stomach.

"You hit me, I give you attitude. I think that's fair enough." He would've kept talking but he was winded by another kick to the stomach.

Vernon lifted him up by his collar yet again and got awfully close to the boy.

"Your breath stinks man." Another remark that wasn't supposed to come out. Harry couldn't help himself.

"ENOUGH." Vernon yet again winded the boy, but this time with a strong punch to his abdomen. And then another. And then another. "So long as you live under my roof, you respect me and my family. You do not give me attitude. I will tear your owl to shreds if you say one more word."

Hedwig.

Harry had the snowy owl since he was eleven. A family friend came and dropped it off at the house for Harry's birthday. First, it was given to Dudley, but he decided animal abuse was fun.

Harry wouldn't allow that, so he stole the owl from his violent cousin and threatened to tell the school about his own abuse if Dudley even dared to go near his owl again.

After all, it was his birthday present.

If there was one thing Dudley was afraid of, it was losing his parents. No one would spoil him and put up with his bullshit like his own parents. He had no choice but to listen and respect his cousin's demand.

"Go, fool." Vernon said, dropping the beaten boy back down to the floor. A light thud was all that was heard after; he was severely malnourished.

Harry planned on sitting on the floor and eventually camouflaging in with it, becoming part of the house instead of the housekeeper, but a foot pressing down on his leg was enough to move.

He didn't plan on going to school limping.

first day back to school: already going brilliant.

every last line is gonna be a thought, because why not?