Unexpected

I wrote this when I was still young and I found it. Decided why not just share it.

Trust me this is me being sappy and cringe so read at your own risk.

Please Enjoy! ( or not)

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Harry was in the kitchen making dinner for the Dursley's. Making Spaghetti, he was just finishing his last touch when he heard his uncle yell. Which made him shiver with fear. The feear suddenly covered him all.

"WHAT IS THIS BLOODY FUCKING HORSESHIT ABOUT!" Uncle Vernon screamed at him. Harry trembled as he tried to back away from his angry uncle. He knew what was coming; he was going to be in a heap of trouble. Harry took the paper that his Uncle was waving in his face. He read it silently.

Dear Harry,

How's your summer holiday? I decided to send this letter to you the muggle way because I know that having owls coming to your house might cause trouble for you, (and from the stories I've heard, your uncle would go ballistic).

Anyways, when are you heading to Diagon Alley to get this year's school books? Hermione will be there on the 22th? If you have a problem getting there, just send Hedwig or write to me and we'll pick you up.

Your friend,

Ron

"YOU HAVE BEEN TELLING THOSE BLOODY WEIRDOS ABOUT US GOING WACKO OVER SEEING YOUR BLOODY FUCKING OWL FLYING IN AND OUT! WE TOOK YOU INTO OUR HOME OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF OUR HEARTS AND RAISED YOU! AND NOW YOU ARE TELLING THOSE BLOODY WEIRDOS THAT WE WOULD GO BALLISTIC ABOUT SEEING OWLS COME INTO OUR HOME TO DELIVER YOU MESSAGES! YOU WILL NOW PAY FOR THAT MISTAKE!" Spit flew out of Vernon's mouth as he bellowed.

Harry couldn't speak the words weren't coming out. There was practically nothing he could do. Uncle Vernon had been waiting for an excuse to hurt him since Aunt Marge got blown years ago. Harry was completely dazed. In one quick movement, Uncle Vernon grabbed him by the neck and just started to hit Harry in the face and stomach. Harry tried to defend himself by putting his arms up but he could barely defend himself from the punches that came crashing down onto his stomach. Harry tried to concentrate on creating some magic so it would alert the Ministry even if it meant being expelled so someone would come to the house to find out why there was magic being used. He knew it would be worth it-but there was nothing happening.

Harry got off the floor and backed away from his uncle. Harry tried running up the stairs to his room. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear...Please don't." Harry started to mumble. Successfully going up the stairs

Vernon strode slowly up the stairs to the freak, and cracked the whip a few times to scare the boy, which he had gotten out of his pocket. Harry tried to back away further into his room going in successfully but not being ae to close the door fast enough. His back was then press up against the wall. He looked to the left but his uncle sensing what Harry was going to try to do, blocked the door leading out of the room.

"Please don't...." A few tears started to run down Harry's cheeks. "Please..." He whispered.

Vernon just grinned sadistically. "You were a bad boy, now you have to be punished." He stood about two feet away from Harry, lifted the whip and brought it down on him.

Harry screamed as he felt the whip strike his arm. Vernon, still grinning, continued to bring the whip down on the boy over and over again.