As the train came to a stop Harry unlocked Hedwig's cage and set her loose. Over the years it's become a necessity after Uncle Vernon almost killed her while throwing her cage under the cupboard. At some point during the summer Harry sneaked down and got the cage and her treats so she could stay with him sometimes. Most times she was out hunting or sending off letters to his friends. This year would be different. Nobody knew it yet.
He loaded his trunk and the cage onto a cart and started his walk to the end of the station. He knew that's where he would find his aunt and uncle for that's where they waited every year. As he neared them he caught sight of the angry smirk on his uncle's face and could only think that it would get much worse from here.
The ride home was very noisy. The first person to talk was his aunt, "Honestly Vernon I don't see why we put effort into coming to pick the boy up anymore. He's just a freak. A waste of space." She talked as if he wasn't in the car. His uncle snickered and then piped in, "I agree with you Petunia. He's lucky if I don't throw him back in that cupboard the disgusting freak he his!" It didn't bother Harry the way they talked about him, the threats to throw him back in the cupboard was nothing new to him. After a lot of insults and anger starting to show on their faces, seeing that Harry wasn't angry, the whale of a man changed the subject.
"I can't wait for my boy to come home tomorrow," a look of dread and horror showed on Harry's face and his Uncle continued, "you hear that freak, Dudley's coming tomorrow and your gonna regret coming home." The whale laughed and the rest of the ride home was silent.
"YOU LITTLE SHIT. YOU WASTE OF SPACE. HOW DARE YOU?!" It was the next day and Harry was cooking dinner for the Dursley's, he had burned the chicken. That was the first beating he got that summer. His Uncle liked hitting him with his fists and kicking him with his boots, his aunt especially liked burning and hitting him with a paddle. He knew she only owned the paddle to punish him. He would never hurt her 'Dudikens'. When Dudley was around he carried a baseball bat and he really liked to swing it at Harry.
He was lying in his bed at the moment. His broken finger and rib aching. It was a few weeks ago when his uncle and cousin beat those injuries into him. Harry has sent out numerous letters Trying to talk to his friends but neither of them had responded. Well, Ron sent back a letter. He remembered what it said and curled into himself more.
Harry,
Stop sending me letters. I don't give a rats ass that you want me to come and get you. You could Die for all I care.
-Ronald
After weeks he still couldn't figure out why his best friend would send him a letter like that. It was a short and simple letter. He shrugged it off once more and turned over in his bed. It was a mistake because his rib sent pain through his body and he groaned. As soon as he made the noise he clamped his hand over his mouth hoping nobody heard him. Luckily no other noises sounded, so after a few minuites he sat up to check the broken clock above his bed. It read 11:48.
His birthday was tomorrow. As he lied back down he thought 'it wouldn't hurt to stay up a little longer'
Twelve minutes later he sang himself happy birthday as quietly as he could and drifted off to sleep.
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Hayran KurguHi, this story was recently adopted by @joanna19957 I do not know when they will start publishing but they will start off on chapter ten continuing from me. So pls read this first or you will be confused. For the future follower of @joanna19957 welc...
