Howling At The Moon

Chapter 4

He's been locked away in the bathroom and leaning over the toilet puking for about twenty minutes now, on and off. His back is sweaty, his whole body hurts and his head is pounding. His stomach hurts so bad and it keeps growling for something it wants but doesn't have. He keeps puking up stomach acid because there's nothing else in there. No food or water because he hasn't had it. He needs it, needs something, anything.

How did he get himself into this mess? Here's exactly how.

About a week ago when he got back from Mrs Figg's house, he was in such a high and energetic mood as he usually is after his semi frequent meat feasts, that when he walked back inside the Dursley's house with a giant grin on his face, he payed no mind to cousin Dudley who banged right into him when he was alone.

"Watch where you're going, cousin!" He yelled and shoved into his small shoulders.

Harry stumbled backwards and hit the wall, letting out a huff of breath. Ouch.

He tried to ignore him at first and walk on, just rolling his eyes at his childishness but then he felt a punch on his arm. He let out a hiss and turned around.

"Ow, why did you do that?" Harry asked, rubbing at his arm where it now ached.

"You were in the way." Dudley glowered at him as if it were obvious. "And you look like you're all happy, I don't like it." He shoved him harder again as he tried to get past him to head upstairs. Harry glared at him and slapped his hands away. Of course his good mood couldn't last. He felt the beginning sparks of anger rise up in him, like something was groaning inside of his veins. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.

"Stop it!" He snapped.

"Why don't you make me?" Dudley grinned and shoved him harder, so he nearly tripped over his own feet. He was backed up against the wall and felt threatened, he didn't like it. He felt like one of those animals that were in a cage and kept in a corner and soon enough was going to lash out.

He felt himself shake, he was still full of adrenaline from earlier, he still felt like he could do anything, but no longer was he happy about it.

He no longer wanted to run around free and let his troubles fly away. He now wanted to rip his cousins's head right off his body. He felt his fingers twitch and his nails dig into his palms so suddenly and sharply that he felt the warmth of blood trickle down the palms of his hands and onto the floor. He payed it no mind.

When he saw Dudley glance quickly at the blood and look up at him in disgust, he couldn't help but let out a growl that came deep from within his chest and had Dudley staggering backwards and slamming into the opposite wall and slumping down onto the floor like a little lump.

"Mummy! Daddy!" Dudley suddenly cried from his position on the floor and looking up at Harry terrified.

Harry took deep breaths to calm himself down just as aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon come barging into the hallway to see the commotion. They see Harry standing above a whimpering Dudley with angry eyes and immediately know that somehow this is his fault, as usual.

"You, boy!" Uncle Vernon bellows at him as aunt Petunia goes to pick up Dudley and coddle him like a baby, shushing him. "What is happening? What did you do?"

"He started it!" Harry yelled, frustrated. He shot a nasty glare at Dudley who backed away from him. "He was pushing me and punching me."

"Mummy, daddy. He was doing weird things..." Dudley mumbled.

Aunt Petunia stroked his hair and looked confused. "What weird things, pumpkin?"

Uncle Vernon looked like he was ready to kill him for upsetting his son.