Abused Harry Potter

Chapter One

Chapter One

(Harry's Point of View)

pain that was all I knew, and I hated it. That's what uncle Vernon gave, unlike all the other family's he gave pain while they gave love. I would do anything for just a little bit of that love. Even my Aunt who was my mother's own sister doesn't want me, to them I am just a burden that they had to put up with.

A loud bang brought me out of the awful thoughts that were running wild in my head, thoughts that were no good for anyone. A harsh sting came to my face as uncle Vernon flung his fat meaty hand at me, he was not in a good mood. After the daily beating he left me on the cold floor that I was so familiar with, he slowly walked out of the small bedroom door enjoying seeing me in pain. This was my life, a life that this so-called family enjoyed but left me in a world of pain. The only real home that I knew was Hogwarts, I wanted to stay there all the time but I had come back here every summer.

Time Break

I missed my friends so much I wanted to write to them but that was not an option, I left Hedwig with Ron and Ginny for the summer. I didn't want her getting hurt, and also with the shiny new metal bars on the window there was no way for her to hunt. My door slammed open which made me jump in fright, I looked up to see my Uncle Vernon standing in the doorway with a look on his face that said that he wanted to kill me well even more than he already did. I knew that he would if he could but then Hogwarts would find out and you never know what they would do to them.

"I told you to empty the trash, why won't you ever listen. You are such a freak, why don't you just die!" He yelled, spit spraying from his mouth.

"I did." I shot back in a quiet voice.

"Well do it again!" He yelled as he took a swing at my face. I got up and ran down the stairs, not wanting to give him any more reasons to get mad at me. I got the job done but still he was mad, then I noticed that he was not just mad he was also drunk. My uncle was not a nice drunk, well he was never nice but as a drunk he was worse. I got the same treatment but with a little extra to it, this time he brought out a sharp knife. By the time he was done I was losing a lot of blood, he picked up my limp body and threw me into the small room under the stairs that I was so familiar with. Oh how funny this is I am going to die in the same place that I had spent most of my life in, and nobody would find my body telling someone from school to come looking for me when I don't turn up for school in the fall. Not long after that I was taken into the darkness that I welcomed. Goodbye to all of my friends and to the people that I called a family.

(Snape's Point of View)

Why the hell did the old bat have to send me to check up on that little brat, he knew how much I hated Harry Potter. I sighed as I looked up at the stone house, yep I knew that Potter was raised as a little spoiled brat that I knew he always was. I slowly walked up to the door and used a spell to unlock it, all the lights were off so I knew that everyone was asleep. I slowly walked into the house and up the stairs. I checked all of the bedrooms, then found the one that was Potters. There were spell books everywhere and different magical photos sitting around, but the thing was Potter wasn't in bed. I slowly walked down the stairs again and stopped when I caught the sight of some kind of liquid leaking out of the small door under the stairs, what the bloody hell could that be. I brought out my wand and lit it up, when I got closer I could tell that it was a crimson puddle on the floor. I slowly opened the door to see a small body laying in a puddle of blood and looking white as a ghost, a gasp came out of my mouth when I saw it was the boy I was looking for. I knelt down to him and pressed my fingers into the side of his neck, there was a faint pulse but it was very weak. I scooped him up in my arms and it surprised me how light he was. Yes he was only 13 but he still should've been heavier than he was, I transported us to Hogwarts. As I ran into the clinic I yelled out for Poppy, after gently laying Potter onto the white bed I pressed down on his stomach, where a huge gash laid upon him. Poppy ran out of her office with a panicked look on her face, when she saw Harry her face got even whiter than it already was.

"Just don't stand there, help!" I almost yelled at her, she jumped and I felt bad for the yelling, but it got her moving. When she came closer to me and saw the small boy that was laying on the bed, she went even whiter if that was even possible. Soon I was pushed out of the way so she could get to work saving the poor boy's life, after a Little bit she then turned and told me to get Dumbledore. By the time I got back with Dumbledore it had been some time, just before we walked in Poppy walked out to meet us.

"He's......"

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