The Boy The Snake and The Stone

Chapter 1: All he has ever known

Note: Heyy Guys I am kinda of back been awhile since I've posted over here. I'll be moving selected stories from my AO3 and Fanfiction.net to over here. Majority will stat on the other accounts to find those just look for the same username Demondog136 :) also if you want to talk to me come join my fanfiction wiring group on discord https://discord.gg/A5mtcDC

Also >.> yes I know this is very badly written but I wrote this years ago and I am too lazy to go back through and fix anything at the moment 

Pain was all Harry knew in his life, whenever he didn't do as the Dursley said he was severely reprimanded. Of course Harry always tried to do as he was told not being a fan of pain, but they always found a flaw in everything he did. If it wasn't done to the "T" he would find himself locked his cupboard nursing his wounds till the next day. Oh how he wished something would happen to the Dursley's sometimes, for how they treated him, he wished that he could do something, but what was a "freak" like him supposed to do?

Like any other day, today was no different to him, as the screech of his aunt and the banging on his cupboard door awoke him for the morning, "Wake up you little freak!" The women bellowed. Of course he had been up for some time after coming to after his Uncle's beating from the other day, trying to put the pain into the back of his mind. Of course his uncle knew better to his him where the bruises might show, his Aunt always threw a fit each time she saw the after math saying how "those" People would find out what they have done. Harry had no idea by what she meant of those people, but he hope that they would do something about it, but nothing ever happened.

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry said back, getting his glasses and sticking them on his nose, he heard the tail-tell sign of the lock being undone on his small cupboard door.

"Good," she said opening his door with her nose held high, "Today you need to make breakfast in celebration of Dudley's birthday, do you think you could do that without messing up today?"

"Yes Aunt Petunia," Harry replied, as he shuffled his way out of the cupboard and into the small kitchen, he got the skillet and started to make the bacon and eggs for the breakfast. He really did try his best I making the breakfast, making sure to cook everything the way his uncle liked it, as so he wouldn't have to be burnt again by the scolding grease of the bacon. He shuddered as the memory resurface, of how the boiling hot grease was poured over his head when he didn't let the bacon cook long enough, of how still to this day he could hardly see out of his left eye.

Harry was just putting the bacon on to a napkin to have the grease soak off when he heard the thunderous footsteps of his uncle coming down the stairs. "Boy!" He uncle yelled, "You better have the breakfast just right today!" Harry suppressed a shutter that threat to overtake his body at his uncle's tone, trying to up the finishing touches on the eggs before planting them just as well.

Harry quickly placed the food upon the kitchen table, which today was surrounded by the overabundance of presents, and quickly made his way to make a cup of coffee for his uncle. The door swung open to revealed his oversized uncle making his way into the kitchen, Harry handed him his black coffee, in a mundane white mug, before sitting himself to the side of the table. His uncle took his seat at the head of the table inspecting the food with a through eye as too make sure that he didn't botch up the food. After a few seconds of looking at everything taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well it seems that you aren't completely useless boy," his uncle said, as soon as he said that the kitchen door swung open. "Dudley son!" His uncle's face changed one from a pinched up snarl to a smile at the sight of his son. Of course it hurt Harry to see this, he wished that he had someone to look at him like that, someone who was proud of him just like how his uncle was proud of his son.