Abused Harry Potter

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Over the next few weeks it was mostly quite, well beside Ron taking digs at me all the time. The weird thing was he hasn't spilled my secret to anybody and hasn't even hinted at it, it gave me a little hope that he would come around. With everything being so quiet I should have known it wouldn't last, my life was never calm. It happened suddenly too. There was no warning at all, which is why it seemed so bad.

I was walking down the hall when I saw Ron coming down the hall walking towards me but the thing was he was flanked by a few other people, older kids that I didn't recognize. As he got closer to me the scowl on his face got deeper, something was wrong.

"Ron...can we talk?"

"Why would I want to talk to a freak like you!" Now that one hurt, he knew I hated that word, it was that my so called family used to call me. I was standing still in the middle of the hallway when Ron finally reached me but instead of just walking past he shoulder checked me, what was going on what happened to him?

"Oh by the way Potter I would watch out, or wait maybe it should be Snape?" He called out. No, there was no way this was happening, why now? The next thing I knew I was running back towards the dungeons, I wasn't ready for people to know and now I had no choice. Busting through the door I yelled

"Dad!" He turned around in surprise pausing in putting on his robes

"Harry? What's wrong?" That's all it took to bring the tears that I was holding at bay to burst through, I was now unable to talk as I was too busy crying. Rushing forwards I warped my arms around him needing something to ground me, not a moment later I was being wrapped in a strong warm embrace by the only family member I had. I don't know how long I spent crying or when he moved us over to the couch pulling me into his lap, after the tears subsided he finally asked the same question again.

"What's wrong?"

"Ron he's going to tell everybody!"

"Is that so bad? I mean people knowing?" Dad's voice expressed the hurt of thinking I was ashamed

"What, no it's just that..."

"What Harry?" He asked in a soft tone letting me know he wasn't mad.

"I wanted to tell people on my own I don't know how people are going to react, I'm scared." I was able to get out.

"Oh Harry it's going to be ok, people will get over it. Yes it might be surprising at first but he will accept it." Nodding I settled down not speaking just thinking of what people were going to say.

"You and I both have things we need to get done."

"I don't want to go, Please." I begged, I wasn't ready to face everybody. Sighing he said

"Fine but I expect to see you in the great hall for lunch, if your not there I will personally drag you up there." Nodding I told him that I would be there as I slipped off his lap letting him stand up, I watched as he fixed his robe casting a wrinkle free charm on it. He was just about to open the door when I called out

"Dad...will you take the glamour off?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I think it will be easier this way." Walking back over to me he cast the spell lifting the glamour

"I like it better when it's off." Dad told me as he ruffled my hair

"Me too." I said him smiling up at him, watching as he walked back towards the door.

"Lunch Harry, I Expect you to be there." And just like that he was gone, I was left alone with my thoughts. I sat there for a few minutes before standing up deciding I was in need of a nap, I was mentally exhausted. On my way to my bedroom I caught my reflection in the mirror that hung in the hallway. I really did like when I looked like my dad, I took after him that's for sure minus the crooked nose. My hair was now sleek and not unruly like before, and was a jet black. After a few months of not cutting my hair it had grown quite long, reaching almost my chin. Dad had asked if I wanted him to cut in but I had told him I liked it longer, it made me look more like him which brought a smile to his face. Shaking my head I moved away from the mirror and reached my room just a few short steps, opening the door I moved inside clasping into bed. I think my favorite thing about the room was the bed, it was so nice. I have never had anything this soft in my life and I took a great liking to naps, often dad would find me spread out on it with a book on the floor that I dropped when sleep overtook me.

I don't remember falling asleep but before I knew it I was woken by the need of a bathroom, and the growling of my stomach. Leaving my warm nest I made my way to the bathroom, taking care of business. Walking out and into the living I checked the clock finding it was time to head up to the great hall for lunch. I thought about just ordering food from the kitchen and skipping the great hall, but then I remembered what Dad had said. If I didn't show up he was going to drag me up there himself, deciding it would be easier if I walked in alone and not being dragged in I walked out of the rooms. Off to lunch, I squared my shoulders deciding I was going to face this head on. There was no way I was going to let people think I was ashamed.