The Extinct Soulmate

An Outburst

(If you've already read this, read it again, I edited it)

Harry kept his head down. He was forced to spend the last few weeks before his 18th birthday at number 4 privet drive due to muggle authorities. His journey back to the house was not pleasant, a sure sign of what the rest of the fortnight were going to be like.

Ron (along with Hermione and the rest of the Weasley's) had tried to persuade Dumbledore to let Harry stay at the burrow, or grimmauld place. Sirius had needed someone to look after him anyway.

But he was absolute, final. His direct words were "Due to not wanting to raise suspicion, Harry will remain at privet drive until his 18th birthday, where he will be allowed to move to grimmauld place, to be caretaker of one Sirius Black. He will then return to Hogwarts on the 1st of September, to continue his education."

A lot of people had objected. Mainly Molly. But Harry hadn't minded. He knew he would have to just grin and bare it. He had survived years of the Dursley's abuse. He could do two more weeks. Besides, he hadn't seen Sirius since the end of 6th year. He couldn't wait to get out of this shithole.

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Harry focused on what was going on in the kitchen behind him. He grimaced. Vernon Dursley had been spouting of rubbish for the last few minutes, trying to get a rise out of Harry. His hand clenched into a fist, it was working.

"Utter rubbish. All this wand waving and crap." Vernon's voice was drowned out by Harry's anger. His brow was furrowed and his lips were a thin pinched line.

"SHUT UP!" Harry yelled, turning around to see three frightened pigs. The Dursley's had no idea what was coming.

His eyes were now gleaming. "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK ILL OF THE WIZARDING WORLD!" He paused, looking up to find a tomato like face glaring at him. He continued, braving the unknown territory. He was 18 tonight. He would be long gone by morning. "I KNOW SO MANY," He faltered, remembering the fallen fifty. He snapped out of it.

"I KNOW SO MANY WITCHES AND WIZARDS WHO GAVE THEIR LIVES, WHO STAYED AND FOUGHT," He caught his breath before starting again. "WHO SAVED THOUSANDS MORE. DON'T. YOU. DARE. DIRTY THEIR NAMES." He finished, proud of the state Vernon was now in. He was red and flushed, and looked a bit like an angry toddler.

Dudley was hiding behind Petunia, who was whimpering quietly. No one knew what Harry was capable of, and no one dared cross a line now. He practically had magic radiating off him, like a volcano about to erupt. 

Vernon was first to react, reaching for his belt, which sat , lose, around his enflated stomach. He pushed Harry to the floor, who flinched, covering his face. 

He shut his eyes, waiting for the screech of Vernon's belt, or a long, heated lecture ending in a week of starvation. Nothing came. He waited a few more seconds. Nothing.

Then it came. The whip, crack! of the belt, the smack against Harry. Ribs cracked, bruises dotted around his skin, like a patchwork. As he was thrown into the cupboard, he began to cry. He cried big salty tears, running down his cheek, and somehow disappearing down his  neck. 

Time skip (like a week and a bit) (it's his birthday basically)

He counted down. 

10

9

8

4

3

2

1

0.

"Happy Birthday Harry." He whispered, thin streams of tears rolling down his face as a pain spread through his body. 

It started with his wounds, and before long, his entire body shaking in pain. "ARGHHH-" He silenced himself with a pillow, screaming until he finally heard a thump of Vernon plodding down the stairs.

He whimpered, willing him to be in the arms of his godfather, willing him to be safe. He closed his wet eyes as the cupboard opened, his cheeks soaked with his tears. He sobbed inwardly. He knew he wouldn't survive this one. He heard a crack, and a gut wrenching pull. "Goodbye." he whispered.

Harry opened his eyes to the small, narrow corridor of grimmauld place, a humming noise at the end of the hallway. He sighed. He was safe. His mind started to shut down, the soft noise lulling him to sleep. "Happy birthday Harry" he whispered, before falling onto the floor with a thud.

Hi again!  How's quarantine? (If you are quarantined ). I have been bored out of my mind, so more updates! Yay! Bye! - kayden

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