Uncle Vernon had a glint in his eye that made Harry so incredibly scared. The young boy was carried out of the tiny cupboard by his hair. He didn't make a noise however. He couldn't show weakness. But Harry couldn't deny that he was terrified, he only saw that glint in his uncles usually dead, cold eyes a small number of times. And when that glint was present terrible things would usually follow for Harry.
'I can't have you making MY family breakfast looking and smelling like that now can I.." Uncle Vernon whispered as he brought his face close to Harry's. There was a underlying tone in his voice that made Harry tremble from top to bottom. He was so close to him that Harry could see every single wrinkle that was stretched across the purpled fat face. He could see the spit that had gathered at the corner of his uncles mouth and the disgusted look in his eyes. His eyes were the worst. They held so much contempt for the small boy. So much loathing. Like Harry was the worst person to ever have walked the earth. He felt his uncles short angry breaths blow against his face. Harry looked away from his uncles eyes with nothing but shame and terror whirling around in his small chest. It whirled so fast he felt sick. He was a bad boy and he deserved to be treated like one.
Harry made no sound as uncle Vernon dragged him up the stairs.
Once they had reached the top of the stairs Vernon paused, with Harry's hair still firmly clutched in his hand. He once again brought the little boy close to his face, "if you dare wake up my wife or son.." Vernon whispered as he backed Harry up into the bathroom before slowly closing the door, "I can promise you boy that everything I've done to you while you've been here will be NOTHING compared to what I will do."
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Harry Potter; Save me please (Mooney, padfoot and prongslet)
FanfictionIt had been almost three years. Three years of being tortured every single day by dementors, three years since that agonising walk into his best friends house knowing exactly what he was going to find and yet still praying he wouldn't, three years s...
