C R Y S T A L ' S P O V
Harry and I decided to go outside the next morning.
Dudley somehow managed to follow us, (I'm personally surprised he could fit through the door,) and he of course, had to pick a fight with us.
"Look, here's the freaks!" He smirked.
"Stop Dudley!" I said, feeling particularly brave today.
"You'll pay for that one Little Potter! Im going to tell Mum and Dad!" Dudley tried to scare me.
"Shut up." I say, my brave voice not faltering.
Harry was now standing there, ready to step in if necessary, but letting me stand up for myself.
"You and your father don't scare me." I glared at him.
"You're just a weak, little girl who has no friends because you're a freak!" Dudley was speaking truth.
In the muggle world, Harry and I are freaks.
But that can be a good thing at times.
Who knows, I might save Dudley's life one day.
"You are a pathetic excuse for a human being. One question Dudders. What do you get out of hurting people? What do you get out of beating me up? What do you get out of beating others up?" I asked.
"Pleasure. And speaking of beating up..." His voice trailed off as he charged at me.
I felt myself pinned against the ground and Dudley was on top of me.
I was getting punched all over.
I decided to come back with one more remark.
"Really? On the front lawn? Where everyone can see? Smart Dudley!" I smirked as he got up and off of me.
"I'm getting my father. Don't be too happy." Dudley smirked.
Harry looked mortified.
"Harry, just let him have me." I say.
"But Christella! Do you not understand? This isn't right!"
"Harry! What's the point of us both being hurt? Help me by staying quiet. Pretend you know nothing. Go by the side of the house. Now!"
Uncle Vernon came outside and pretended to help me up gently while we were outside, but as soon as we got inside, he was practically attacking me.
"How dare you call Dudley pathetic!"
Slap, kick, punch.
"Not scared huh?"
It hurt.
It hurt badly.
I was yelling and screaming in pain, trying to get myself out of my uncles hold.
"Shut up girl!"
When I didn't stay silent, Uncle Vernon pulled something shiny out of his pocket.
Shiny, sharp.
Oh my gosh.
It was a knife.
"Now you're scared."
The knife came down to my bare stomach where my shirt had ravelled up my body.
He dug the blade into my skin deeper and deeper as I screamed, cackling at my pain.
"Harry!" I sobbed.
Blood was pouring out of all the cuts on my body.
My eyes grew heavy and I passed out.
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(Book Three) Innocent {CLP SERIES}
Fanfiction(BASED OFF OF THE EVENTS OF PRISONER OF AZKABAN) "The way, he cackled while he was hitting, slapping, punching, kicking me, it was like he was getting pleasure from it." Harry and Christella Potter are dreading Aunt Marge's visit in the next coming...
