The Boy Who Cried | A Harry Potter Fanfiction

The Boy Who Hurts

AN- Hello. I do hope you like this story and if you do I recommend two of my other stories. One of them is called 'I am the child the world forgot to love' (which I personally find quite weak at the beginning but people seem to like it) and 'everybody hates me... so do I'. Both of them are ongoing Harry Potter fanfictions by me that are about Harry being abused and different effects it has on him. I will also be doing song-of-the-chapter which is in the media above ^ (the song title is 'illuminated' and is by a band called 'hurts'. Please enjoy!

"Stop! Please! Stop!" Harry heard himself yell. He couldn't feel the cry erupting from his throat but he cried all the same as his uncle sadistically whipped his nephew's legs again and again. I'm so tired, Harry thought as he tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from his heavy eyes. 

Suddenly, somebody rapped on the door of the cupboard before saying in a shrill voice 'keep it down in there! We don't want the neighbours asking questions!'. It was Harry's aunt Petunia. She walked off, or Harry presumed she did for she did not speak anymore.

Vernon huffed in anger before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife and pressed it to Harry's chest, the tip pushing Harry's t-shirt towards his skin. Harry's breath hitched and sweat began to form on his brow but he could do nothing but stay still for his hands were tied above his head.

"You make a single move or sound and I'll run this blade through your heart- if you have one. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't." Vernon said in a hushed voice. "Do I make myself clear, boy?" 

Harry nodded, not having much choice on the matter. Gouts of blood run down the walls, petrified screams, metallic red... everything dead. Red skies, grey clouds, cold hands, one magpie...

"Good," Vernon said, dropping the blade. It crashed on the hard ground, causing Harry to flinch slightly. Vernon stood up and towered over Harry, before lifting his hand and slowly pushing Harry's face up so Harry's watery eyes met his smiling ones.

Vernon smirked before he raised his right fist and swung it at Harry who went wide eyed but was careful not to make a single sound in fear that Vernon might actually run him through with the silver blade. buckets of blood run down to the floor. The sound of coughing then up comes more... scarlet stains his skin. Bloodshot eyes, scratching helplessly at the walls. The tap it dripping, the faucet stopped running. Rustling. Loud rustling. 

Dried blood covered Harry's face, legs and arms, it's metallic scent making its way across the dimly lit room. Harry's eyes tried to focus on Vernon but all he could see was a blurred mess. He was so tired. It hurt so badly, stinging, aching, burning.

Harry felt himself go limp as he couldn't hold himself up anymore. It was cold and he was hungry, but even through all of that he fell into unconsciousness, the tiredness being too much to bare.