Harry
I had fallen asleep and was dreaming of going back to Hogwarts when I was slapped awake. I wake up and clutch the side of my face where I was slapped and look up. Sh*t I think. It's Petunia. "How dare you sleep!! We have one rule here for freaks like you!!" Petunia shrieked. She grabs my arm and pulls me out of the room. She pushes me down the flight of stairs and as I tumble down the stairs says "You will do what we tell you!! It's bad enough having you in this household without you ignoring our calls!!" I get up and rush to the kitchen. I'll get a beating for sure now. I quickly and quietly follow they're orders to make dinner and by now I'm crying silently. I was to busy focusing on one dish that I let another one burn. F**k I think. I'm in for it now. Vernon gets up from the table and walks over, sniffing the kitchen as he went. "Freak" he says and I brace myself. "DID YOU BURN A DISH OF FOOD?! WHEN WE HAVE SO GRACIOUSLY AGREED TO TAKE YOU IN?!" Vernon roars. He punches me in the stomach knocking the wind out of me. I double over and he kicks me in the shins. I sink to my knees. He punches me in between the eyes and I hear my glasses snap and they fall to the floor broken in half. I wince as I try to get up, but can't. "Finish cooking and go to your room!" Vernon spits. By this point I'm crying silently and I'm shaking. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "You better be," he says and waddles away. I finish cooking and set the table and when I'm done cleaning I pick up my broken glasses and rush up the stairs. I flop down on my bed and slam and lock the door, crying silently the whole time. What did I do to deserve this, why does no one save me, or care for me? I wonder. I grab the blade on my desk and start cutting. I finish with 4 cuts on each arm and fall asleep.
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Hidden Pain (Drarry) [BEING REWRITTEN]
Fiksi Penggemarthey're in their fifth year and Harry knows the sectumsempra spell already and voldy is still dead okie? okay. Cuz I want them (somewhat) *young* Harry hasn't always had the best life but the summer before his fifth year it gets worse. When he's on...