Save me

Chapter 1

It hade been about five years since the terrible night when Lilly and James Potter hade been killed. But left there was there son Harry. Harry was barely a year old when he had to live with his aunt and uncle.

Harry woke up in his cupboard shaking. He hade cuts and burn marks all over his body. He look out of a gap in his door and saw the clock. It was 2:00. Harry has learn him self to read the clock. He knew that in two hours his aunt would wake up and he would get his first punishment of the day. He was scared. He knew that today he would get a bigger punishment then ever because he had played with Dudley's toy. Harry laid in his dirty cupboard crying. But he didn't make a sound. Because he knew that if he woke them up it would get worse.

Harry who just hade fallen back to sleep was woken up by a bang. He sat up and petunia had slammed the door right in his little face.
-Get up boy! she screamed.
Harry went up in to the kitchen were he waited for aunt petunia. When she walked past him in the kitchen she slapped him in the head.
-Boy! Your going to clean everything. Every little inch of the house. She snapped.
-And your not getting anything to eat before your done, or drink.
Harry just nodded.
-Get going, she said looking at him as if he were trash.
Harry took a bucket and a rag about to wipe the kitchen floor.
-No no no your not using that. She said giving him a tooth brush.
Harry still didn't say a word. He scrubbed every millimeter of the kitchen floor. And then he moved on too the living room. He was so tired. But he kept on going. Now he hade done the whole down floor and then the worst possible thing happened. He knocked down a beautiful vase. Harry freaked out. He knew exactly what was going to happen. He was going to get more punishments or a huge beating. Aunt petunia rushed in to the living room with a furious look at her face.
-What have you done, you stupid stupid little freak!! She screamed.
-I-I'm so Sorry ma'am it was a mistake. I didn't mean to. Please, the little boy stutter.
Aunt petunia dragged him outside in a thigh grip by his dark hair. It was five in the morning in December. It was freezing outside. And Harry only had a T-shirt with big burn marks in it and a pair of Dudley's old shorts. She pushed him down the stair at the porch. He landed in the snow and he hade hit is back really hard.
-You deserve this you freak! she screamed.
-Sit there and don't move I'll be back in one hour.