Drarry One shots

Rescue

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Harry POV

It has been two years since the Dursleys decided to forbbid me from ever returning to Hogwarts. They had  told Hagrid that I was sick of Hogwarts and was revolted of the thought of any of those filthy mutts. At first they didn't believe it but after not returning for a year they began to think it was true. My friends never sent me letters after that. Without Hogwarts I was miserable at best.
Today being my birthday, I went through all the past birthday cards they had sent me. I read them through the little light coming from the sunrise through boarded up windows. I was no longer allowed to send out my owl and any of my letters from anyone besides the school I am attending now were torn. 
Tears burned down my cheeks and I muffled my sobs in a pillow. I sulked at the memories and the empty feeling in my heart grew. Even my bickering with Malfoy was heavenly compared to this. While doing this I was soon interrupted by heavy steps treading up the stairs practically shaking the entire top floor.

"POTTER YOU FILTHY MUTT," raged a very angry Mr.DUrsley.

He burst through the door with his face as pink as a pig ,wearing his pajamas where the buttons were practically bursting at the seams. His face went from pink to red and I backed helplessley into a corner.

" What the hell makes you think you can be so fucking loud!"

"I-I'm sorry..," I managed to squeak out fearing the worst.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time,"  he moved closer to the corner and began to yell," Get the hell up!"

As I stood up slowly he kicked me straight in my ribs, I sunk back down to the cold floor clutching my arms close to my bruising chest.

"GET UP,"  he kicked me again this time on my side.

I gathered all the power I had left and stood up. He yanked my hair leading me to downstairs.I could feel the blood starting to fall from the harsh hair pulling. He let go of my hair when we reached the bottom and threw a pile of old clothes at me.
"Get ready for school this instant!"

"But it's 4am.."

"Did I ask you what time it was?!"

Without further questioning I dragged my aching and bruised body back up the stairs. As I reached my room I closed the door and turned on the light. I didn't need to go through the clothes to know they were far too big. I instead tossed them aside and put on a sweater I had gotten from Mrs.Weasley(for the sake of nostalgia) and a pair of jeans.
I was starting what Americans call the 11th grade or at Hogwarts the 6th year. I grabbed my bag and then I creeped downstairs to see the big man had gone back to bed! I took this chance to sneak over and snatch my wand from the cupboard under the stairs that was usually always in eyesight of Mr.Dursley. I quickly sneaked it and walked out the door. I stuffed the wand into the waistband of my jeans, as I strolled down the street. I looked down and my watch displayed 4:45 and school didn't start until 6am. I walked through the breezy cold night and pulled my arms close to my body for some extra warmth. I approached a tiring steep hill I had to walk up ,because the school was all the way at the top. As I reached the top and approached the school ,that was obviously barren and closed in the darkness, I sat on a nearby bench that was in front of a flowing willow tree. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back , in hopes of getting a few extra minutes of sleep. But as I began to feel sleepy I felt a vigorous tap on my shoulder. I turned and to my surprise I see a pale hand from inside a bush holding out to me.

"Potter," the hand seemed to whisper in a masculine sounding voice.

I stared at the hand and began to question," who the bloody hell are you and what are you doing!?"