Dying Angel

Disclaimer: Harry Potter or any of the characters in this fic do not belong to me. They belong to J.K Rowling and WB…I guess.


14-year-old Harry Potter waved goodbye to his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, and headed towards the exit. His smiled faded slowly as he neared his uncle Vernon. Vernon was grinning viciously at him. Harry followed him out of the Platform and to a brand new car. The Dursley's had been doing fine in business it seemed.
"Get inside."
His voice was low and full of disgust.
"Hope you ate well, boy."
His uncle chuckled nastily.
'I guess I should get used to that again.'
Harry got into the car and kept his head low in the backseat. Vernon put all his stuff into the trunk of the car and Harry heard Hedwig screech at Vernon. He cursed loudly and got inside the car grunting.
'This summer is going to be hell…'