Lovers Quarrel (Darry AU)

The Beginning

Harrys POV-
    Today I'm starting Hogwarts High for Talented Students. I got the letter in the mail a few days ago inviting me to the "top of the line boarding school." My uncle was furious that I was leaving. He keeps insisting that is was a miss print. That Dudley's name should be there instead of mine because "I have no talent in my bones." Which I don't really disagree with. I have okay grades, I'm horrible at every sport that I've ever tried. I can't play an instrument. I really have no talent. I mean I can make a mean scrambled egg but, that's not really a talent. Why the hell was I invited to this school? My uncle definitely was thinking that, because he called the headmaster of the school to complain about my letter. You should have heard him! He was screaming so loud that I'm sure the entire neighborhood could hear him.

"What the hell did you just say about that boy!?!" "THAT BOY IS NOTHING BUT A CRUMMY CHEW TOY" "SHUTUP!" "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" "TAKE IT BACK" "FINE, HARRY WILL NOT GO TO THAT SCHOOL AND THAT'S FINAL"

Well, there goes my chances of leaving this place. Leaving the constant hitting from my uncle. Leaving the little room under the stairs that I've slept in for 14 years. Leaving the horrible house that the Dursley's call home. Leaving the hand me down clothes that practically fall off my body. Leaving the hunger that is always in the back of my mind. And, most importantly leaving my fat cousin Dudley that makes it his life goal to make my life horrible. I couldn't get these thoughts out of my brain as the aftermath of his words sunk into the house. I thought for sure he was going to use me as a punching bag. Like he always does when he gets angry.

I didn't even hear a word from him or even see him till the next day. He didn't even bother to show up for dinner. Which is quite strange behavior for him. He always eats dinner. I mean he could go without eating for about 50000 years and be completely fine. (BTW that was a joke) I mean that man has so much meat on his bones I'm surprised that he can even walk straight.

You could feel all the tension in the house. My aunt blamed it all on me of course. She likes to scream at me and she does occasionally slap me but, this is all normal behavior from her. I've never known any different. I guess that's why I want to leave so bad. I just want out of this crummy house.

I was sent to my "room" after dinner and told not to come out till my uncle is back to "normal." I mean I couldn't even if I wanted to. She locked the little door from the outside.

Gosh, I hate that place! I've always hated that place. My aunt told me her sister, my mother, and her brother in law, my father, got is a car crash and died. She told me like 3 years ago when I was 11. It was weird. It was like she was making it up on the spot. She was stuttering. A lot. And, she never really made eye contact. But, that's all I ever learned about my parents. It's the only thing that I can hold onto. The only thing that tells me that the people who made me actually wouldn't have subjected me to the abuse of the Dursley's.

By the time that my uncle opened that little door, I thought I was gonna die from not eating or drinking. He had me locked in that room for 2 days without anything to sustain myself. It did give me time to think about my life and all the shit that the Dursley's have put me threw. As the hungrier grew more and more I thought about running away. I had a place that actually wanted me. A place that would keep me safe. A place far away from the treachery of the Dursley's. I even made a plan. It is on a small note pad under my pillow. I know its flawed but, its the only piece of hope that I had.

But, when that door opened it wasn't like a ray of sunshine spilling onto the room. It was a huge fist grabbing me by my oversized shirt, yanking me out of the room.

"You little" hit "ugly" hit "piece" hit "of" hit "shit" hit "no wonder your parents didn't love you" hit

Those words. No wonder your parents didn't love you.

I just let the punches consume me. The little pattern of his fist slamming to my body. Thump. Thump. Thump. I find it quite relaxing after a while. I try to focus on the little black dots floating in my eyes. I didn't care anymore. I didn't scream or try and fight back like I always did. I just let him hit. Get what he wants from me. The darkness starts to consume me. I found it relaxing. Me and the darkness forever. No one could take away that from me. It will always be there when I close my eyes. Thump. Thump. Thump.

No wonder your parents didn't love you.