Harry Potter: The Broken Boy

Chapter Three

Back at the Dursleys, I was not allowed any food. I've worked so hard and in return, no reward. The Dursleys had hated me since the very day I was born. On Birthdays, all I've gotten was toothpicks and balls of metal. I hadn't accepted any food from Mrs. Weasley or Remus, I deserved to be punished. But if Mrs. Weasley was here, then probably the rest of the Weasleys were here too, including Ron. Ron always picked on me for no reason just because I was the boy who lived. But I never wanted that, I just wanted to have a normal life with both of my parents. No one had care about Harry Potter, not one bit.

As Remus put the spoon full of cream of wheat toward my mouth, I would turn my head to avoid eating until he eventually gave up. He sat the tray of food on the nightstand beside my guest bed. I had tried standing up but my legs were too weak to walk or stand. It had taken me a few weeks to adjust to standing or walking. Uncle Vernon had beaten me that much that I didn't even know how to walk afterwards. It had taken me a month to adjust to food again.

I had smelt something musky, I had wondered wear that came from. I tried to move around to see what the smell was but then I felt something wet on my crotch. I had looked down to find a huge wet stain on my pants. I had accidently urinated on myself. I had done this my whole life, I was never potty trained by the Dursleys so I never learned to use the bathroom. I had never saw uncle Vernon or Dudley use the washroom so I never learned. I walked up to Remus.

"Remus?"

"Yes, Harry?" Remus said, looking up at me.

"Will you potty train me?"

With that, Remus looked at me like I had three heads. I asked him once more and asked if I was too old to be potty trained. I was. I was tweleve turning thirteen for crying out loud.