Harry in slenderforest rewrite

Chapter one

a/n: hi! im not dead! its been almost 2 and half years. a lots happened, and im gonna be honest, i actually completely forgot about this fic.
ive never really considered that other people might still like this i guess? but since u seem to... heres a rewrite lol :) hope u all enjoy it

If you asked Petunia Dursley, she would say she did not have a sister. She hated Lily, perfect Lily who got everything she hadn't.

When her sister had received a letter telling her she was magic, at first Petunia hadn't believed it. Later, she had written to the headmaster asking to go to the school too. She had been denied.

From that point on, her envy only grew, festering in the back of her mind. When she learned her sister was dead, she had felt at first shock (and very briefly, a sharp spike of grief, though she would never admit it. Not even to herself.), and then smugness. She had been right about magic, after all. Being normal had saved her.

What was not normal, was the baby the letter had been next to. Harry, the letter said. Her sister's child. He had looked up at her, silently taunting her with teary eyes that looked so much like her sister's once had.

That day, she decided she hated him too.

And so when he started showing definitive signs of being magic, of being a freak. she had decided enough was enough. He would not infect her precious, normal Dudley.

She had spoken to Vernon, and after sending Dudley off to a sleepover with his friends, they had ordered the freak to get into the car, and driven off.

They would be rid of him, once and for all.

Three hours later, the Dursleys returned to their house alone and settled down for the night. The cupboard under the stairs would remain empty for a month before it was filled with cleaning supplies.

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Harry glanced at his uncle from the corner of his eyes as he was ushered out of the car. This seemed... suspicious.

"You... you'll come back, right?" He asked uncertainly.

Vernon smiled cruelly, and turned away. Harry stood frozen as he watched his uncle walk back to the car.

"Good riddance, if you ask me." He heard faintly, then the revving of an engine, and they were gone.

Harry stared wide-eyed, stumbling backwards. His spine connected with rough bark, and he slid down until he was sat.

Time seemed to both crawl along at a snails pace and go by so fast it barely happened at all as he waited.

Before he knew it, the sun began to set. Any hope he had of his relatives returning for him died with the light.

The forest was dark, a thick canopy of leaves blocking what little light there still was. Trees towered over him, seeming to go on forever, their spindly branches reaching towards him like clawed fingers.

Harry buried his head into his knees and took a shuddering breath. He was going to be stuck here, in the dark. All alone.

Or, even more terrifying, with company.