The grandson of the Devil (Harry Potter x OC)

Prolonge

It was ten in the morning and a beautiful sunny day in Privet Drive, Little Whinging. The sun shone brightly from the crystal-clear blue sky on this weekend in the middle of May, One might be led to the impression that the Dursleys were the most nauseatingly boring family existing, living in the most revoltingly boring neighbourhood on the planet were it not for the fourth person currently living under the roof of Number 4 Privet Drive. This person was a scrawny little boy that looked as if he was eight but was, in fact, the same age as Dudley. People rarely saw the boy, and when they did, they avoided him like the plague because he was said to be a troublemaker hence his regularly broken bones and the many bruises he sported. Even in school, the teachers hated him because of all the trouble that followed him as well as for his constant lying. To the other inhabitants of the house, he was the only threat to their perfectly normal life. What everyone failed to see was that the boy was not just scrawny but outright starved. His many bruises and broken bones were not the results of him being a troublemaker, but his very own uncle and cousin beating him to near unconsciousness regularly and no one was his friend because Dudley bullied everyone who so much as thought of going near Harry.

What the teachers thought were lies were only the boy's way of trying to get their attention and help. But how could they believe, that a perfectly normal family such as the Dursleys who had the magnanimity of taking their nephew in after his drunken parents got themselves killed in a car crash would abuse the boy when their own son was spoiled rotten. No, for them the case was clear. Harry Potter was an attention-seeking liar.

Harry was a weak, scrawny boy who wanted to be free from the abusive family but he has nowhere to go or who to go to. He was stuck there in the shit hole of pigs. Wishing some day or someone to take him away from here and not feel pain and not a damn slave to his relatives.

Deep in Harry's thoughts and dreams of torturing his relatives piece by piece begging and cutting them open, stabbing them, snapping their bones.

His aunt Petunia yelled at him for day dreaming" You useless fucking freak, start doing your chores and stop day dreaming, I will be telling Vernon that your slacking off your chores".

Harry sighed " Yes, aunt Petunia" he replied. Oh, he tried to run away several times but every single time it didn't take more than two days before he was back with his beloved and caring family. He had no idea how or why but it seems that fate or whoever decided that he had to stay here would do everything in their power to ensure that it remained that way. His aunt always gave him unlimited chores and smack him with a wooden spoon or even slap him if he burn the food by accident.

His cousin was no better, he was a bully and blame him for breaking things when he was the one breaking them. He's also the one who scares off other kids and bullies them if they talked to him or be friends with him, they stay away from him because of his cousin Dudley. But the person he's afraid of is his uncle Vernon he never wants to anger him or be near him but there's always something he's doing wrong and ends with a beating. His uncle tortures him, whips him with a belt, punches him to no end. Like the other day he got punch by his uncle for having good grades than Dudley " you stupid fucking abomination, you will not have better grades than dudley, you probably cheated you rat" he yelled giving harry a kick into his stomach and ribs punching him in the face till it bleeds and feeling satisfied of his work. Throwing him into the cupboard under the stairs and locked him in " you, are not getting any scraps tonight freak" he said.

Harry silently cried himself to sleep praying for someone to rescue him away from this hellish place of a home.