Chapter 1

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Harrys pov) 

I'm dead inside, my mind sends me back to the memories, and I have to relive them over and over again and again.  It's scary. I am unable to live without fear. 

"UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE" Uncle Vernon yelled. Yes, I still live with the Dursleys. I walk down the stairs at the bottom, Dudley punches and drop kicks me, and finally steps on my rib cage breaking two of my ribs. I walk into the kitchen and my Aunt slaps me and hands me the list of chores I have to do. The list was so long that it would probably take weeks to do. 

"We are taking a drive to the cottage and you boy are going to stay here and do nothing but chores for the next week nothing else" Uncle Vernon firmly grabbed me and said "The lights are the only thing you can use, and the telly in the living room you here boy"

"Yes understood" I squeaked as I felt my ribs crack under the pressure of my uncle's grip. 

When they left I started to do the many chores I had to do first on the list make all the beds and clean up the rooms, I started right away. After many hours of chores I was dead I did at least 20 different chores today maybe more to say I was scared for tomorrow was an understatement. 

With my sleep full of night terrors, I was maybe able to get 4 hours of sleep which isn't too bad I looked over to my right and looked at the time it was 1 am so I started on my chores since I had nothing else to do. 10 hours later and a lot of pain later,  I was still doing the many chores I had to do I felt exhausted, but I kept on going. At 10 pm I finally decided I was done with my chores for the day I did at least another 30. At last, I felt like I could sleep enough to be able to do the next what felt like hundred more chores to do in the next 3 days until the Dursleys got back from the cottage.   

< Time skip 3 days later> 

The Dursleys are back and I was just finished by the time they got threw the door. I was terrified that i forgot to do something even though there was nothing else to be done. Uncle Vernon of course found something that I didn't do.

"BOY GET OVER HERE" Uncle Vernon called from the Livingroom I realized as soon as I got in the living room what I forgot to do. Uncle Vernon threw me down into the basement and picked up a knife and started to write words into my skin. Then he started to pull off his belt and he slapped me with it beating me into pulp or what made me feel like pulp.


< Ok yes I know it is not the greatest ok this is how I think it should go after the war

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