Unspoken Harmony

the cupboard under the stairs

"Harry, I love you so much. Harry you are so loved... so loved"

a soft voice murmured in reassurance. Harry's eyes shot open towards his ceiling

"I can't keep having nights like these" Harry murmured to himself while swinging his legs off his bed. The last couple of weeks since his third year at Hogwarts have been not exactly perfect, he's been having reoccurring nightmares of either who he thinks is his mother when Voldemort murdered her crying out his name or the Manor where an old man gets eaten by a huge snake. Harry sat staring at everything and nothing at the same time with eyes unfocused in the dark room. His hand held his head while his elbow rested hard against his knee back arched, Harry exhaled a heavy breath with a hitch in the middle rubbing his eye. Harry knew he was going to cry Harry hated crying, crying made him feel weak, made him feel unwanted. A flashback stung the back of his mind

"NO WE WILL NEVER GET YOU ANYTHING OF THE SORTS BOY"

A heavy fist slammed into little Harry's back as he turned to run. Running was useless but submitting was almost worse, when Harry was at school he could run he was faster than pudgy Dudley and his clumsy fat legs and his entourage of disgusting friends.
A gasp escaped little Harry's throat as his ribs slammed into the rivet that separated the hallway and the kitchen. Harry knew he was in the wrong asking if he was allowed to buy a book from the library.
He only costed them money his Aunt would constantly remind him. A fat hand reached forward and grabbed Harry by the roots of his hair, twisting Harry around to face him Vernon's smile disappeared when he opened his mouth

"You think" Vernon spat red faced "THAT WE WOULD EVER BUY YOU SOMETHING" Vernon roared

Harry felt tears leak from his eyes, he was so painfully alone the tip of his toes barely reached the ground and his right hand was grasping the door handle for support.

"I-I-I'm sorry I'm sorry" Harry repeated not lifting his eyes towards his uncle

"THATS-That's not enough boy" Vernon snarled
Releasing the grip Vernon had on Harry's hair. He grabbed him by the back of his shirt and slammed him into the door frame.

The side of Harry's temple smashed into the door frame lurching forward he shriveled up as his glasses fell to the cold tiled floor.

"LOOK AT YOU NOW, YOU'VE GONE AND BROKEN YOUR GLASSES" Vernon snarled in anger bent down towards the boy who was in the fetal position then gripped him by his hair again lead him roughly towards the cupboard under the stairs. Shoving him in Harry's neck pressed against the foot of the bed while his arm lay out the door towards the hallway. Harry started pulling his arm towards his when a thick boot stepped onto the front of his forearm twisting his arm in a painful manner. Then the cupboard under the stair's door slammed into his arm over and over again

Vernon laughed maniacally as he hurt the small boy "Petunia" he called "Look at the boy he's gone and hurt himself again" he laughed

Harry pulled his arm gingerly towards himself then righted himself looking up towards his Father figure. The cupboards door slammed shut a slit of light shot through the vent as dust settled around Harry.

"Whose fault is this?" Vernon sighed.

"Mine" Harry whispered utterly defeated

"What are you?" Vernon snarled

"Unwanted" Harry cried quietly letting his tears wet his cheeks as he lay his shaking arm across his lap.

An owl fluttered against its own cage and Harry's head rose from his hands. Harry stood up and walked towards Dudley's old desk and opened the latch on the cage. The owl hopped onto Harry's arm, Harry led it towards his window and let it fly, Harry crouched down and put his head out the window breathing in the smell of the night. Cool air whipped past his face. She wasn't allowed out for long Vernon almost shot her with his duck hunting gun as she left the window early in the morning.
      Harry looked down towards the pile of letters on his desk he opened all of them and read each one of them 3 maybe 4 times. Ron's were short usually bragging about whatever he was doing. For a poor family the Weasley's really got around from last summer's Romania to this summer's Egypt. Harry liked to think that Ron's summer was spent off in some Egyptian dry landscape basking in the sun and eating grapes while servants with big leaf's waved him down Harry smiled at the over exaggeration. Ron didn't really tell him what he was doing in Egypt other than bragging about how nice it looked.
          Harry knew Ron lied a lot, about where his family was staying and to the extents of what his family was doing. But Ron really doesn't understand that anywhere was better than here. Harry thumbed over Hermione's handwriting it was elegant and practiced.
                   Hermione really tried when writing to Harry long extensive paragraphs about her boring summer. Harry knew that no one other than him would enjoy reading every word in her letter but due to his current situation locked in a room he had nothing but time.  He thought of Hermione how she would look writing to him, probably with a book in her lap quill busy. Hair falling just beneath her shoulders in loose curls. Harry thought about how her smile would light up the room and how simply her actions would cause a reaction in Harry's stomach. It was honestly quite weird how he felt considering he knew that Hermione and he were basically siblings, Harry would often think about how she felt under his arms and how his body subconsciously forced him to protect her like when Lupin was going to attack him, and he brought her beneath him. Or the admiration he felt towards her when she stood above him protecting him from Sirius who they thought was there to murder Harry.

"If you want to kill Harry you're going to have to go through me first." Harry smiled at the gesture though it was naive one wand flick and Hermione's body would go flailing against a wall. Harry hated the idea of her laying lifeless. Much like how he thought his mother would be laying against Harry's crib or maybe his bed after Tom Riddle casted the killing curse onto her. Harry would never reveal his feelings to Hermione. There was no possible way she felt the same they were just close friends nothing more, and also, she was taller than him. That irked him the most she grew allot during second year summer they were always the same height but during Harry's third year she was noticeably taller than him by maybe half an inch. Harry missed his friends and would do anything to be with them right now.