Family Doesn't End With Blood

Chapter 1: Put Out

"I told you Petunia! I told you that we couldn't trust that Freak in the house!" a round bellied man shouted while Petunia, his wife, stood staring at the wall with an undescribable look. "You gave the freak a chance and now look what he's done!" One might believe that the couple is speaking about some kind of animal their son brought home in hopes of keeping it as a pet. Unfortunately that couldn't be further from the truth as the man, commonly known as Vernon Dursely, began to turn multiple shades of red and purple due to his frustration and anger of the situation at hand.

The Freak, otherwise known as Harry Potter-- the couple's young nephew-- had yet again broken another one of their vases, burnt the family's breakfast, and wet himself seeing as his Uncle wouldn't let him use the bathroom until all of his chores were completed. A list a fully grown healthy man would find hard to complete, much less a malnourished child. This of course didn't mattter to anyone other than said child, and now Harry had to suffer the consequences of his actions even if they weren't done on purpose.

The skinny eight year old stood near his cupboard door per his Uncle's instructions, hopping from foot to foot as the itchiness of his unintended accident started to irritate his formerly smooth skin combined with his growing anxiety. The small boy shrunk back at the sounds of his Uncle's shouts at his Aunt. This is all his fault. He felt horrible, but who else would do the chores and make breakfast if he was to be banned from the house? Surely Uncle Vernon wouldn't subject his wife or real child to the same treatment as Harry had to endure for as long as he could remember.

This is one of the many the reason why Petunia kept giving him more chances no matter how he screwed them up. Unfortunatley, he blew it like he always did and now... now he's going to be at the end of one long lecture from his Uncle. The only thing Harry can do is wait for his Uncle to finish his rant before it all went suddenly quiet. This type of angry silence only ever means one thing. Uncle Vernon stands looming over his terrified frame, a sly smug smile spreading across his face.

Harry squirms and looks away, though this action was soon interrupted as his chin being grabbed by one large beefy hand and he is made to look at his Uncle's face, but no his eyes. He learned at an early age to never look adults in the eye when they're angry.

"You, boy, are in for it!" Vernon snarled, dragging the boy by his chin and into the back garden where he roughly shoved the boy against a brick wall.

The ginormous man towered over him, refusing to give Harry any personal space what so ever. Was that garlic Harry could smell radiating from his Uncles breath? Who knows. "You smashed another vase, burnt my breakfast, AND relieved yourself over another rug! Do you think we've got money to keep buying rugs just for you to ruin them?!" Vernon spat, his saliva spraying all over Harry's frightened face.

"How old are you? Two!? You're such a freak!" Vernon slapped him across the face, leaving a nicely forming purple hand print on the boys left cheek.

Harry didn't cry out, scream or do anything of the sort. He's used to pain by now, and he's got scars to prove it and memories he'll never forget for a lifetime. "Now bend over, you're getting thirty!" Harry scrambled into action, bending over and placing his palms on the wall to steady himself.

He knows that this is going to hurt and make him want to cry, and he absolutely hates them, but Freaks aren't allowed to cry... at least that's what his Uncle always says to him.

"I want you to count them. No crying and no yelling. Freaks are meant to do as they're told and stay out of the way."

And with that, Vernon slapped him on his rear end, the boy's already irritated skin causes it to feel ten times worse. The boy couldn't cry out as he knew that it would make the spanking worse, so he simply scrunched his eyes up tight and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood as he whispered numbers every time his uncle's hand hits his bottom and thighs.