Trip Through time

Back at the start

I shot up as I heard my Aunt screaming, “Get up and make breakfast.”

I sighed as I moved off my so call mattress. I noted the blood which covered the practically rock hard slab that worked to increase my confusion.
 
That amount of blood loss wouldn’t have killed me, so why and how did I end up at the Weasleys?

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind as I opened my cupboard door, quickly covering my body in glamours to give me my tanned skin, raven hair and green eyes, I didn’t hide my scars knowing I would get in trouble if I did.

I almost forgot to grab the pair of round glasses, which were once again broken, as I shoved them on. Thankfully, they were charmed to change with the prescription needed so they were practically just planes of glass.

I slowly walked to the kitchen as I started to cook. I loved cooking, it was easy. I could prepare perfect meals which fanicinate the tongue in an explosion of flavours, but no matter what I did they always found something wrong with it. At this point I wasn’t sure why I still tried.

I had plated up when I heard the echoing footsteps of my Uncle and Cousin, both fat pigs of humans who hated me.

“Where’s my coffee boy?!” My Uncle screamed as he shoved me out the way.

I quickly grabbed the mug of slightly under brewed coffee before putting it in front of him.

I bit my lip as I waited for him to drink the liquid fearing his reaction. Watched as he drunk from the mug. Watched as his face became discussed. Watched as he grabbed me violently pulling me closer. Before I could register what was happening, I felt a burning sensation hit my chest causing me to whimper quietly.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing but I’ve told you before not to mess up my coffee. So I suggest you get it right if you want to be alive tomorrow morning.” He spatted in my face as he growled out the words throwing me to the floor once he had finished his speech.

I jumped up as I silently used my magic to brew the coffee. I couldn’t stop the relief I felt when he accepted the mug.

Even after having been safe and with the Weasleys for years I couldn’t stop myself from going back into my old habits as I curled on the floor waiting for them to finish eating.

I couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through my head as I waited. Would I always be like this? What if my uncle came to Hogwarts? What if people found out?

“Freak!”

I shot up fear cursing through my veins as I shook silently. “How dare you burn Dudley’s food?! We gave you food and shelter and this is how you repay us?! Go upstairs and wait for me, I’ll deal with you before I go to work.”

I couldn’t help but notice the smug face my cousin wore as my Uncle screamed at me. I knew that food wasn’t burnt, I knew that it was my cousin trying to get me in trouble but I couldn’t help but get upset over it.

I nodded quickly as I practically ran out of the room and upstairs. My heart my pounding against my chest as my breath became short and shallow. I didn’t want to go to that room. I hated that room. I wanted to go to my cupboard, where I knew I couldn’t be hurt.

I unwillingly opened the door to see the room. Where once white walls stood were now a mix of crimson and deep maroon. Hooks covered every possible space where different weapons hung. Whips. Knives. Lighters. All having the familiar red steins across them. My mind forced me to the space I always waited. To the space where I would be hurt beyond compare. To the space I would cry myself to sleep with silent sobs.

I curled into a small ball hoping he wouldn’t remember me and go to work. I silently prayed I could leave, go back to the Weasleys and not look back. I dreamed of being at Hogwarts again but I knew that was not happening. I was alone and afraid.

After a few minutes of unbearably silence, heavy footsteps echoed in my ears.

I hoped, begged, pleaded in my head that he would leave me alone but they all did nothing to stop the sadistic man from throwing open the door and locking it behind him.

I closed my eyes as my Uncle landed kick after kick and punch after punch. I could hear my ribs cracking and snapping under his weight as he throw insults violently like knives against my mind.

Eventually, my Aunt pulled him away. Not from any concern over me but instead so he wasn’t late to work for the tenth time this month.

My aunt didn’t say anything to me as she gave me my impossible list of shores.

I should be used to this. I was used to this. When I was little, I was able to take it and keep going. Yet, with every day I spend away it became harder to keep moving. It was almost cruel, every time I smiled, laughed or enjoyed myself outside, it hurt me more when I was back.

I forced my body to move as I stood despite my shattered bones.

I tried to complete the tasks set, even if it was a pointless endeavour.

I knew that he would come back at six which meant I had 10 hours to complete. It wasn’t impossible, just really hard.

I managed to get half the tasks done by 3, specifically avoiding my cousin’s room knowing he would make my job harder than it had to be. It was half five when I finally entered his room as I quickly cleaned up. His glared bore into my bad as I fearfully ran about.

I still had to cook dinner before he got home, I didn’t have time to waste on a meaningless job.

I was about to leave when my cousin got up and grabbed me. His fist primed to hit me when I froze. My cousin smiled viciously as he let go of my arm, knowing that I hadn’t finished. Everything was silent as we waited for the door.

The clock had struck 6… but the door did not open. The car did not arrive in the drive and my Uncle did not enter screaming murder.

I used the distraction to get out of my Cousin’s room as I ran downstairs silently hoping that he would be delayed a little longer so I could have food ready on the table.

I knew when he was late, it wasn’t pleasant. But I know that having no food on the table was much worse. I wasn’t planning on having both collide together in a ball of hate.

Time drew on and he did not come. I served dinner as the others ate but he did not join.

Not wanting to deal with me, my Aunt sent me to my cupboard; something I was incredibly glad as I curled up on the mattress in my little safe haven.

I don’t know how long it took him to get home, but I was fully aware to second he did.

He threw open the door, enough to make me think it had fallen off its hinges as he bellowed in a screech that hurt my ears, “Freak! Get here, now!”

He body shook as I uncurled. I didn’t want to open the door. I wanted to stay here. I feared that he could, and would, kill me. I couldn’t go for another trip this close to one finishing. I didn’t have the energy to do it. I could die.

Fearfully, I opened my door as he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me upstairs. I could smell the foul stench of alcohol on his breath as he throw me into that room.

“You made me lose my job!” He growled at me as I whimper. “I’ll show you the true meaning of pain.”

I closed my eyes as I braced myself. I wish I was at the burrow.