When Harry woke the next morning, it was three o'clock a.m. and he felt terrible. He couldn't move. His body felt broken.
He was broken.
Harry fell into a slump that day. He was supposed to be happy though! He was finally going back to Hogwarts.
But that wasn't the case. If anything, Harry felt depressed. Why was this happening to him? What did he do?
He felt like death. He looked like death. His eyes were sunken in. He was skin and bones. Bruises and cuts covered his body. And then there was his back.
It was terrible. Gashes covered his back. The smaller ones had slightly scabbed over overnight, but as he moved he could feel them opening again. There weren't very many, but most were deep.
How would he hide them at school? Maybe he could say he fell out of a tree? Yeah, that would work. He fell out of a tree and wasn't wearing a shirt and hit several branches. That would cover for the cuts and bruises.
As Harry packed his things and got ready to leave to the train station, he felt sick. He hurt, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
Maybe Uncle Vernon wouldn't have done that if Harry was a better child. Maybe he was just a screw up in general. Why did Vernon, his aunt, and his cousin hate him anyways? Did he really cause that much of a burden on them?
Harry didn't know the answers to these questions, but he had a feeling that if he did know, they wouldn't be nice.
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FanfictionIt's Harry's Second Year back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Peace was restored and the killer was found. And, there is a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. But, prior to Harry's return to school, he had his birthday and tur...
