Chapter 2

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Molly POV
I couldn't believe it Harry had never mentioned that his Aunt and Uncle were this abusive. As we walked up the driveway of number four private drive I could hear all the slytherins laughing. I quickly silenced them though with the silencing charm. As we walked up to the door Vernon, Harry's Uncle took out a set of keys unlocked the door and quietly gestured us into the house to indacate to be quiet. Vernon carefully walked ahead of us. He slowly creaked open the kitchen door. In the last second he slammed it open with a bang! Harry must have just 5 inches of the ground. "Petunia can finish the dosage from here boy, for you will be coming with me" Vernon practically shouted. When Harry didnt move foward he grabbed him by the hair pulling him of his feet and spoke to him as if speaking to a baby. "Seeing as you have been knotty boy uh ou will be locked up in that cupboard of yours for the rest of your life. I will only adjust it with a cat flap and making sure nothing is in there. The only times you are permitted to come out is meal times where you will cook for us. Got it boy" shouted Vernon right at Harry. When there was no responce from the poor dear, Vernon lifted him higher up until he through him up the stairs shouting beat him with your smelting stick and sit on him Dudley, until he responds with a yes sir. The fatso waddled all the way up the stairs just as Harry's hand came into view on the the top of the stairs. Dudley very quickly sat on Harry and then began to beat his stick that he seemed to always carry on the top of Harry's head which seemed to be the spot on Harry with the most blood on it. It was wear his brain is.
"He isn't moving Dad" shouted Dudley from the top of the stairs. Vernon rushed up the stairs with a grin on his face. As he reached the top of the stairs Harry struggled but managed to attack him. Throwing off Dudley from his lower spine. Vernon fell on the floor with Harry underneath him as they began to roll down the stairs. When they hit the bottom in front of Dracos feet. Draco only sneered in Harry's face. Slowly both stood up. Harry still seemed to be faster even with all of his wounds on his poor miserable body. Harry looked as if he was ready to murder someone, that someone Vernon. As he noticed that Harry was already up Vernon quickly lunged at him. Grabbing him by his hair once more. With a huff Vernon through him into a small cupboard with spiders filled inside. Quickly he slammed the door on him. Vernon locked the door as fast as his fat little arms could handle.
"Dudley go get the food and serve it to our guests" Vernon said gently. Dudley quickly scrambled to get to the kitchen. He came back 10 minutes with a very large plate filled to the brim with sausages. I feel bad taking food that was labored by Harry. But just to keep the trust of the Dursleys I took a sausage. "Let's take a vote everyone. Everyone who wants to see the boys typical beating times a hundred times worth the pain raise your hand." Everyone raised their hand. Everyone wanted the Dursleys to trust them. All of them did feel guilty though. "Perfect, I will grab the boy!" Quickly Vernon unlocked the cupboard, reached his hand into the darkness and grabbed the poor boy by the ear. "Ow,ow, you're gonna rip my ear off" Harry screeched the whole way to the Dursleys front yard.
I could hear Vernon mumbling under his breath. It sounded something like you deserve it you little spoiled brat. Vernon threw Harry against a tree. Harry quickly crumpled down to the floor. He looked as if he had grown 20 years overnight. On top of that he had giant bags under his eyes. "Petunia the belt" Vernon screeched. "Boy take your shirt off." Miserably Harry took his shirt off and gently laid himself on the ground as to not irate the scars that went everywhere on his body. Even the slytherins looked sorry for him. Mind you the slytherins never showed their emotions.
Vernon POV
5 minutes later...
Petunia came back with the belt that they always had hidden up on the entry way. The belt is long, brown, and rough to the touch. Slowly I made my way to the boy who.caused me to take my own money out of my pocket to give him food just so that he could survive. "This is all your fault, you little spoiled brat. You are so lucky that I gave you food and shelter. I do not want to hear another complaint come out of your mouth." I screeched at the boy. On the inside I knew what my family has done to the boy from when we took him in till now was always wrong it's just Harry was the only person in the house who I could take my anger out on. When the boy had turned four it had started, the abuse. I have used the belt on him at least 200 times a day since he turned four. He thinks that is normal for every boy to get a beating every day. It is actually quite sad.
Before I could think of happy thoughts of the boy I brought down the belt on the boy like I used to do. I plastered an evil grin on my face so no one would be suspicious.

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