Harry Potter: The Broken Boy

Chapter Two:

After I sent out the letter, Uncle Vernon had came in my room again. He told me to take off all of my clothing. I was hesitant but did what was told. He then slapped me across the face. He had held a long butcher knife and told me to lay on the bed, facing downwards. As he ran the butcher knife along my spine, I felt it press  painfully against my back. I winced in pain. I had buried my face into the blanket, trying to ignore my inner sorrow. Uncle Vernon had stabbed me in three different places of my back.

I tried to hold back my stream of tears, but they forcefully came down my face as the pain became excruciating as he stabbed me in back. shortly, I was covered in blood. Everything had  went black and I soon passed out. 

Third person pov

Harry layed unconcious.Vernon had walked out of his room, leaving him naked. As Harry lie unconcious on the mattress an owl flew through his window with a letter. But there was no one to read. The letter had remain untouched.

A few hours had gone by and Harry still hasn't woken up. Remus had started to get worried, he hadn't heard a response from Harry. So he decided to just go get him. When he apparated inside, he found an unconcious, naked Harry lying on his bed. Remus gapsed in shock and horror. How could someone do this to a little boy? Remus had carefully wrapped Harry in a blanket to cover his naked body and gently lifted him into his arms and and apparated to 12 Grimmauld place.

Harry's pov

I started to stir. My eyes slowy opened to a bright but dem light. I looked around for a brief second before my eyes darted to ginger haired man. Remus. I knew he would save me. I hadn't known how I was out but it seemed like forever. Everyone had gapsed in shock, I was skinnier than I was at Hogwarts. I notice that I was no longer covered in blood, and I fully clothed- someone must have dressed me while I was out. Oh no, they had to have seen my naked body to dress me. Hopefully, it was not a girl when that person was dressing, I'd be terrribly embarassed if any girl had seen my privates. I had sat up very slowly. Mrs. Weasley had brought a bowl of what looked like cream of wheat for me to eat. I refused to eat any thing, I hadn't eaten in two months. I wasn't ready to eat anything yet, actually never.

Remus had stepped in front of me and and crouched down. Then he picked up the bowl and raised the spoon up to my mouth. Worry had filled his eyes.

"Come on, Harry. You have to eat something. At least something." Remus said, still holding the spoon up my mouth.

"I can't, I'm not allowed to."