It's Just Harry Potter

The freak (1)

Petunia had regretted the day she had allowed Vernon to put Harry in the cupboard. Right when he was old enough. She never cleaned it. The place had spiders and dust and there were exposed nails and wood lining the dreaded place. Looking inside the room made Petunia wonder if anyone deserved what Harry saw, but he was a freak. 

Three-year-old Harry Potter didn't tend to complain much. He kept his head down and tried to avoid confrontation. Petunia found it easier to ignore him than try to look into Lily's eyes and say I love you. She had already been forced to take care of Harry as a baby, even if it was only to a bare minimum. She resented Lily, and therefore that resent had to be passed onto the child.

It was a Saturday. Harry was sitting in his cupboard, and Petunia was watching the telly with her family. 

"Freak" Vernon called, Petunia winced a little every time she heard it "Go get us some food"

Harry nodded and kept his head down. Petunia heard a faint rumble come from his stomach but she ignored it. Harry, on the other hand, was starving. He hadn't eaten dinner, and they had forgotten to feed him breakfast. He grabbed a plate of crackers, only taking one to have for a snack. He didn't want to be greedy. He gave the plate to his Uncle and snuck off his cupboard. He looked around at his "room" It was dark. Harry hated the dark, but he couldn't tell the Dursleys that. He didn't want to be ungrateful. 

Later that night, Harry woke up from a nightmare in sweat and tear. He didn't even remember what caused it, but he knew he felt scarred. Tears fell down his face, and he started to sob. From upstairs, Petunia could hear each heart-wrenching noise that harry made. She didn't want the freak to wake up Vernon, so she begrudgingly went to check on the boy. She opened the door to find the boy in tear, sweat dripping down his face. There wasn't a light in the room, so he was trembling in the dark. 

"I'm sorry, I jwust got scawed, and wonley and the.." Harry tried to say through tears

Harry was still a child. Petunia looked at him. He was sitting on his mattress, if you could even call it that, with a thin blanket over his shoulders. Tear streaks marked his face, and his big green eyes, Lily's eyes, and suddenly as if in a gaze Petunia snapped back to reality. 

"Stop whining and be quiet!" She snapped, did she really just yell at a child?

Harry covered his mouth and lay back on his bed. Petunia, frightened, closed the cupboard door and went back upstairs. She starred at the ceiling, she was a cruel woman. She made a rash decision and got out of bed. She headed into the blanket closet and grabbed a small teddy bear, and a blanket. 

She carried the items downstairs and opened the cupboard. She draped the blanket over Harry and sat the bear next to him. Maybe next time when he woke up he wouldn't be so lonely. She added quickly to her thought, as to not wake Vernon or me up. 

harry had awoken that morning to a bear he had never seen before. Harry smiled widely and hugged the bear. He named him Georgie and played with him until his relatives got up. He thought, maybe Petunia gave it to me. Maybe she loves me, he thought as he tried to clean a spiderweb out of the corner.  

He heard a car leave and a lock click. His uncle stood there, staring at Harry, who had hidden the bear. 

"I'm taking care of you today boy." He said as he stared at Harry. He threw Harry a piece of bread, and then all of the sudden slapped him across the face. "That's for last night"

That's when Harry learned crying, is silent. Vernon slammed the cupboard door, and Harry started to silently cry. His cheek stung really bad. He hugged Georgie, and fell asleep in his cupboard, not being let out the whole day.

Petunia came home from the grocery store a little over two hours later. She decided to check on Harry, and what she found honestly surprised her. There sat a three-year-old Harry, with tear stains down his cheek, and a huge purple bruise that had started to form on his face. She knew what had happened, but he deserved it.

What a horrible thought, she scolded herself, but something still told her he deserved it, so all she did was give Harry the happy meal she had brought home for him. Harry's eyes lit up as he dug in. She heard his stomach growl, but she ignored it. Harry smiled at her and kept eating. Something so simple made him that happy, after being hit. The thought disgusted Petunia. She was disgusted by herself, but she had no intent to change. 

He was so young. Oh god, he looked so helpless. (i like musicals way too much) Over the next few days, the bruise got worse, and Petunia's neglect got worse. Guilt ate her up, but she wasn't trying to be a good person. She was just trying to be a person. She told herself the guilt didn't bother her, but it did, yet she did nothing. 

I have no idea where this story might head, potential Drarry, one-shots, side stories. I'm writing this for fun, which means it can be whatever I want. Thank you for reading love y'all