Karma's a Bitch [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2

TW: Torture

Harry reluctantly started his chores. He did his chores as fast and effectively as possible. If everything wasn't perfect, his punishment would be worse than normal. Once he had finished his chores, he started on dinner for the Dursleys.

He finished dinner just in time. He of course, barely got any. Harry quickly made his way to his bedroom, hoping to avoid his uncle. Harry knew his uncle would get him anyway. He made his way into his "bedroom." Harry had been moved into the spare bedroom at some point during the summer after his first year. He asked for it since the Dursleys' were afraid he would cast a spell on them. The Dursleys' eventually figured out that he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school, so he was moved back into the cupboard under the stairs. He was almost fourteen, and could barely fit under the stairs. Any regular sized fourteen year old boy wouldn't be able to fit under the stairs, but because of living under the stairs his whole life and the effects of malnourishment, Harry could fit.

Before Harry could even sit down on his cot, his uncle kicked open the door, and yanked him out of the cupboard. While Harry was being dragged down to the basement, Dudley kicked and punched Harry on the way down. Dudley didn't hurt him for long, as he was not allowed in the basement while Harry was tortured. Petunia and Vernon were afraid it would scare their precious little Dudley.

Once Vernon and Harry had reached the basement, Vernon through Harry on the floor, hard. As if that impact wasn't enough, Vernon hit him in the stomach with Dudley's metal baseball bat. Harry was then dragged over to the table with an assortment of knives and other sharp objects. Vernon had never gone far with the knives, only a few gashes. Today, however Vernon would not hold back. Vernon foughly flipped Harry over on his stomach. Vernon lifted up Harry's shirt and placed the knife on his lower back. Harry was in a lot of pain. His uncle was carving something in him, but he couldn't tell what. If only Harry knew what was being carved into him. His uncle had carved "FREAK" into his lower back. But that wasn't it. His uncle then flipped Harry onto his back. Harry wanted to cry out as his fresh wound was smacked against the floor. Harry's entire back was covered in blood. His uncle then took this opportunity to slash his forearm. Harry was bleeding all over the place. The last thing he could remember was his uncle creating quite a nasty gash in his side, before leaving him to pass out in a pool of his own blood.