O child born with a silver-spoon, what happened to you?

Acknowledgement of Horrors

The room was massive. He would have fainted with happiness but he didn't want to be more of a burden for the man-Professor.

The Professor had told him to rest. Rest!
And rest he did.

Harry put down his glasses on the top of drawer beside the bed, climbed onto the bed carefully and slipped inside the blanket.

He thought hard whether he should sleep on the bed or not. Bad kids don't deserve a bed. He knew that. He didn't deserve a bed. He knew that too. But he also knew that there was no cot lying in the room. He thought of himself as the Professor to think if he would like to find a boy sleeping on the floor when there was no cot.

He would be angry. He might accidentally step on the boy as he would not know about him sleeping on the floor. So, sleeping in the bed was the better option.

That's how he dozed off into the world of dreams...

Pain. Everything pained. A wicked laugh from someone with blonde hair was made, but he couldn't make out the face. It was all blurred.

He was lying in a crib. The scream of a woman reached his ears. Green light blinded his eyes. An evil cackle bounded off the walls. Something wet was dripping from his forehead.                         
Blood. Shining, crimson blood.

Before anything else could happen, he felt consciousness make him awake. A hand, calloused but gentle, took his arm. It did not hurt him a lot, but it did make him open his eyes.

"Harry, how did you get these?"

The Professor was seething. It was the same expression Uncle Vernon had whenever he was angry and...resulted into a not so good day for Harry.

"U-u-uncle Vernon, Professor," telling the truth was the best, after all.

"When I don't do my work properly, he takes hold of my arm real bad and twists it and it hurts so much. But I know I deserve it."

The man's face transitioned into a gentle expression, but his eyes told another story. There was a storm brewing in those dark eyes, which made Harry shiver. He didn't want to be on the bad side of the Professor.

"Harry, you certainly don't deserve that. Whatever things you have been told by your Aunt and Uncle are all false. Don't believe them."

Harry nodded. He couldn't believe the man, but there was no use in angering him further. Best to be safe.

"There's a 'friend' of mine who could heal you? Would you be okay if I call her? She really loves kids."

The last time Harry was taken to a doctor or nurse (which was surprising, but they probably took him there as he got a concussion and was 'dallying around the house instead of working') was not good. They asked him about his home life and he told them truth. And then they further asked his relatives about his home life. Which further led him to getting beaten. Because he deserved that.

But this Professor was nice. And if he didn't say yes, he would become sad. He gave a hesitant nod, to which the Professor let out a sigh of relief.

"Good. Just be right here and I'll call her."

Just like that, the Professor was out of the room again.
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Now, he was sure his head was going to explode with the knowledge he had received in the recent hours of his life.

Firstly, the arrogant prince is an abused boy. Secondly, Petunia never changed (unsurprisingly). Thirdly, he was Po-Harry's guardian, temporary guardian. Fourthly, he still needed to find out the source of dark magic on the blood wards.
Lastly, the Dursleys needed a taste of their actions.