Harry stood shaking in the corner of the dimly lit bathroom, knowing he shouldn't show any signs of weakness and yet he couldn't help the tears that flowed down his baby face.
Uncle Vernon had turned away from Harry, and was now hunched over the bath. Vernon was silent and concentrated, and that scared Harry. Steam rose up from the bath slowly, clinging onto Harry's face as his heart hammered so hard he thought it would burst. "S-sir.. I... I don't need.." Tiny Harry's voice shook so badly he could barely get the words out before his voice gave up. He was staring at the bath with confusion and terror.
Vernon turned around slowly as Harry's words faded, there was a smile on his face, a smile so wide it terrified Harry. It was too big, too forced. He pulled Harry closer to him, earning a squeal from Harry. "P-..please sir...don't.." he cringed out. Vernon however acted like he hadn't heard him as he peeled the top off the small boy. "I-...I need to make the breakfast..f-..for Dudley sir.. And aunt patunia."Harry stuttered. Vernon stilled for a moment, staring at Harry's back and admiring his handy work. Still acting as if the young boy hadn't spoken at all.
The boys scars had scars, not to mention the new welts that hadn't yet stopped bleeding. Vernon's eyes glistened and his heart raced with excitement. This is going to be fun.Harry stood rigid, allowing Vernon's eyes to wander over his back. His eyes were shut tightly, his knuckles clenched and his breathing hard and laboured. He felt Vernon pull away. He heard the hot tap being turned off. The entire room was filled with steam, is was rising up from the bath in whirls. Harry could hardly breath. "No no no please no." He whispered to himself horrified, as he finally caught on to what Vernon was about to do. However before Harry could move he was gripped firmly and before he knew it he was being hovered over the bath. "NO PLEASE.. NO NO NO.. IM SORRY! PLEASE" Harry screamed so hard he felt his throat tear. He Struggled harder than he had ever struggled before and yet it didn't help as Vernon lowered him closer and closer to the bath. Harry's hysterical screams were coming out in torn gargles as Vernon lowered him closer to the boiling bath.
Harry clenched his eyes shut tightly as he felt the boiling water crusade slowly up his legs, he thrashed and swung his legs wildly to no avail. He could hear faint banging coming from the locked bathroom door as Harry screamed out desperate pleas. Before Harry's entire lower body was lowered into the bath his uncle brought his face close to Harry's, he still wore that same sick smile and the glint in his eye was still present. As he spoke you could detect the underlying tone of excitement that was covered with a thick layer of anger.
"I think.." He whispered as he made a point to look at the locked door of the bathroom which somebody was still pounding on, "that you woke my family.. I warned you." He looked straight into the terrified emerald orbs of the three year old boy he was holding. He held his desperate stare as he tightened his hands around him. And he threw his arms down into the boiling heat of the bath, Harry still firmly in his grip. He watched in fascination as Harry's face showed nothing but shock at first, and then pain, and terror and then desperation. Vernon ignored the burning of his arms. He ignored the gradually louder pounding of the door. He ignored it when Harry's struggling lessened as he held his head under the water. He ignored Harrys desperate failed attempts at scratching his arms to try to remove them. He was so caught up in the excitement that he didn't notice that Harry's eyes had closed.. And all was still.Authors note!
I am absolutely devastated about the terrorist attack in Manchester arena during a ariana grande concert. It was so so close to home, only twenty minutes away. My heart is truly breaking. My thoughts and heart goes out to the victims who didn't make it and to the people who were there who will never be the same again. God bless you all ❤️
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