Chapter 1
Harry's POV:
Stupid Dudley with his stupid stick and his stupid school and just.. Ugh!!! He has no right to go and do this to her! I don't care if she isn't perfect, she's special. She is my sister! How could he? I looked down at her sleeping form. Not again. He keeps knocking her out with that stupid stick, and I don't find her until it's too late. Normally in his bedroom. He thinks he can hide his terribly he treats her from me, but I see. "Why couldn't you just defend yourself? You're stronger than I am. You know more. You could prevent this, but you don't. Why? Why are you so afraid of hurting people?" I couldn't help but cry into her hair.
I tucked her into the bed we shared under the stairs, before trying to get out, only to find us, once again, locked in. We needed food. I haven't eaten in days, and it has been even longer for her, as she has been unconscious for most meals because of our dearest cousin. I pulled up one of the loose floorboards, hoping we would have some leftover food, but found only empty wrappers.
Closing my eyes, I wished and wished that things would get better. It wasn't fair. Why were we sent here to live with our horrid aunt and uncle and cousin. They'd be happier if we were dead! My sister started to stir.
"Harry, how long was I out this time?" Her voice was weak. Whatever he did this time was worse than ever before.
I smiled at her. "I found you only about 15 minutes ago." She hugged me and I frowned at how much that small action seemed to hurt her.
"Ivory, you can't go around doing things that you know will make you hurt, especially when you are already hurt." I just didn't want her to get worse. "You already are hurt so bad."
She smiled softly at me as well, "As are you, Harry. Don't spend all your time worrying about me. Even if you are the eldest, I can take care of myself." After she said these, she fell unconscious again.
As I sat in the dark room I wondered again why it was her who was treated to bad. I got locked in a closet and forced to do hard work and little food, and maybe even some hits from our "family," but she got all that and more. I couldn't take them treating us this way. One way or another, we were going to get out of here. Whatever it took, I would do. I just, you know, needed a plan first.
