Dark Gem

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When Harry Potter was three years old his uncle and aunt locked him in a car for several hours in the peak of summer.

At the age of seven they locked him in his cupboard and left for a week long trip.

At nine, Uncle Vernon got out the belt.

It never got better.

Then Harry Potter the freak became The Boy Who Lived.

He made friends, wonderful and smart friends. Harry was surprised and grateful that that his friends weren't more inquisitive about the scars and odd bruisings litter like unwanted trash on his skinny malnourished body.

Returning to the Dursley's after the Triwizard Tournament was unfortunate and unpleasant, to say the least. At 5:00 pm each night, Harry counted up how much punishment he would get that day from his uncle. Harry prayed to people he didn't believe in for help, or for it all just to be over. Fortunately for the Wizdaring World it was not the latter that came.

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