Harry Potter; Save me please (Mooney, padfoot and prongslet)

Dont make a sound

Harry awoke from his broken sleep to the light tick-tock of the hall clock. He just laid there for a while, staring at the drawing on the wall he made using his own blood. He wanted something happy to look at sometimes, and it was so so hard to find that something. And so once when he was a little younger he wiped at the blood that crusaded down his face and drew a picture of what he imagined his parents to look like. The smiles where blotchy and the whole drawing consisted of stick figures but it made him happy. His thinking was interrupted by the sound of movement coming from upstairs. Little Harry held in a groan as he sat up as fast as he could. He didn't realise how late it was. His eyes slammed shut in pain as he felt his back tear open again at the sudden movement. The sheet he was laying on had stuck to the dried blood on his back and tears formed in his eyes as he pulled away the sheet but he made no sound, Like a good boy, he thought. His heart thumped in his chest so loudly he was sure everyone in the house could hear it.

The footsteps upstairs grew louder as they came closer. Harry repeated the rules he had set for himself in his head, hoping that they would calm his terror. 'Deep breaths Harry. Be a good boy. Don't look at him in the eye. Call him sir.Don't burn anything.'

He shook as the heavy footsteps started coming down the stairs, sending tiny debris falling into his hair.

'Deep breaths Harry. Don't look at him in the eye. Call him sir. Don't burn anything..' The footsteps reached the bottom step. He heard them turn and head to his cupboard. He shook violently. 'Deep breaths. Don't look him in the eye..' He could hear the heavy breathing just on the other side of the door. The locks on his door started to jiggle. 'Call him sir. Don't burn anything..' He heard the lock fall to the floor. There was a moment of a absolute silence. There was no movement coming from either side of the door. Harry wanted it to stay that way forever. Then the door handle began to creak and Harry backed away, he couldn't help it. Slowly, so very slowly it was almost painful, the door began to open. Early morning light made its way in to his little cupboard and for a moment Harry couldn't see anything. He ignored all of his instincts and looked up warily. There stood his uncle. He stared into his cold, dead eyes and saw how much revulsion was in them. He quickly drew his eyes back down to his lap and waited. His body was tensed. His heart still hammered so incredibly painfully. Another moment of absolute silence passed before he felt movement. And sure enough a rough hand grabbed at his hair. Harry couldn't help the surprised squeal that escaped his mouth. "Filthy, disgusting little freak."

Authors note!!
Hey guys don't panic I know this one is a short chapter but I'm going to upload a new one tomorrow and I swear I will make it long😂 I just wanted to say sorry for not uploading sooner I've just had a lot of work on. From now on however, I'm all yours xxxxx