New Summory- The summer before the third year happens differently for Harry. The Dursleys burn most of his wizard stuff not long after returning for the summer. Not long after his things were burned Harry overhears one night the Dursleys planning to...
It has only been three days now since I return back to Dursleys for the summer and this summer was worse than the last. The first night back the Dursleys had given me a beating worse then before because of things that happen while I was at Hogwarts. Vernon didn't settle a deal with a few major clients instead one his rivals did which lead to them getting a premotion instead of him. Petunia got into a car crash while she was alone in the car because she was not looking where she was going. Veron's sister Marge has not been getting much business the past few years with each year she gets less and less business which leads to Vernon loaning her a lot of money aparently. Then there was Dudley apparently his grades have not been higher then a C- for since I wasn't doing his homework anymore. Even though I had no part of it and I been gone for months I still get blame because they can't take responsiblity for anything always blaming me for things that go wrong.
Right now I stand in my room looking at the broken full length mirrior Dudley had broken when he was practicing his supposed boxing moves from his boxing club. I stand there shirtless looking at my self sadly. I am soon to be thirteen years old yet I look no taller then 9 or 10 year old. I often wonder if I have some goblin in me since I seem more closer to professor flitwick height then any one even the first years always seem taller then me. While my peers have all since grown and were even taller the shortest that was not me being 5'0 which was my female best friend Hermione Granger while I still stand at 4'6. Everytime I see my self in the mirrior I feel nothing but discust my upper body though it has filled out over the years some thanks to me actually being able to regularly eat at Hogwarts, my secret training, and quidditch training I actually no longer see my bones and have small bit of muscle on my body. I still very short and under weight from my age but at least I can't see my ribs much any more. I look over the stitches I did my self for the wound I got from my most resent beating.
Not that anyone realises but thanks to the Dursleys I am quite good at muggle first aid it why even though I end up in the hospital with madam pomfrey regularly I don't go as every time I am injured because I tend to fix most injuries my self. I traise over the stitches having no doubt it would just be a new scar. Never in my life would I call what the Dursleys do beating more like amatour torturing. I mean how can one call having your back and front carved into by a heated up sharped metal coathanger, fingers and toes broken by a hammer, or being stabbed a beating no that to me seems like torture to me on a bugget. I trace over one of my many scars that I often wonder if I would be able to heal with magic but then again had they been able to then I would not have this cursed lightning bolt scar that according to the Dursleys is as red and irritated looking as the day I arrived which was just another freaky thing about me.
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