Hi people. First Fic, Harry Potter. Not much more to say. I'm not going to ask you to review, because I only want reviews from people who actually like the story, not people who feel sorry for me and my lack of talent. Seeya.
Harry Potter winced as his Uncle Vernon's hand connected with the back of his head, dazing him slightly.
"Stop daydreaming boy, and watch the bacon!" Vernon snarled, a drunken slur evident in his voice. Inwardly, Harry grimaced. It had been like this ever since Harry had come home from school. Vernon's business had not been going well, and he was quick to take it out on Harry. The fact that he had been drinking did not help.
You see, Harry was no ordinary boy. Harry was a wizard. A very famous one at that, because when he had been just a baby he had defeated Lord Voldemort, an evil wizard who had killed many powerful witches and wizards, including Harry's parents. He lived with the Dursley's for ten years without knowing who or what he was, before he was rescued and taken to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had met Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, his best friends, and together they had had many adventures.
Harry quietly served the bacon, along with the toast and scrambled eggs he had cooked for the Dursley's. Vernon grunted, and began to eat. Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and moved to cook himself a piece of toast, when Vernon grabbed his arm and threw him to the floor.
"Don't even think about it, you piece of filth," "Vernon said, kicking him in the stomach. "Get upstairs, I don't want to see you again." Harry got up and was about to argue when he saw his Aunt and Cousin's faces out of the corner of his eye. Petunia had shrunk back slightly in her seat, and Harry could see a slight bruise on her face. He vaguely remembered hearing her and Vernon shouting at each other last night, and guessed that it had happened then. Dudley was staring at the two of them, his small, piggy eyes filled with fear. Harry continued to look at them for a moment, then turned and walked towards the stairs leading up to his room. Vernon's fist shot out and hit him in the lower back, sending tendrils of pain shooting up him as he sprawled on the floor. Harry lay there for a moment, getting his breath, then stood slowly and continued walking, back held straight and tall.
He waited until he had reached his room and closed the door before he allowed any pain to show. Harry screwed up his face in an effort not to cry out, then drew a deep, shuddering breath and opened his eyes. Slowly he knelt and placed one hand under his bed, searching. He grinned in relief when he found what he was looking for, and drew out an old, faded leather belt. Harry folded it in half, then in half again, before taking a deep breath in anticipation and placed it in his mouth, clamping his teeth down hard. Then, ever so slowly he began to push the bone in his arm back into place. It had snapped when his Uncle had grabbed him. No doubt Vernon knew, but Harry wasn't about to ask to be taken to the doctor. After wrapping the arm quickly in a piece of cloth torn from his sheets, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of bread he had managed to sneak from the kitchen. He didn't eat it, knowing it would only make him thirstier, but gave it to Hedwig, who still had a little water left in her bowl. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to the dusty, shattered mirror in the corner and examined his reflection. Dark purple marks were etched under his dull green eyes, a testimony to his lack of sleep, and a dark bruise throbbed painfully on his cheek. He had shot up over Summer, but had only gotten thinner, and was now dangerously underweight. Wincing, Harry pulled off his shirt, undid the wrappings on his chest, and re-bandaged the bruises and cuts on his chest and back, some of which were slowly oozing blood. After binding the wounds, Harry lay down on his bed and fell into a feverish sleep marred by nightmares.
Hours later, Harry opened bleary eyes and sat up. He heard raised voices arguing downstairs, and decided to see what was going on. He slowly crept down the stairs, ready to bolt back up them if Vernon spotted him. Petunia and Dudley were standing near the front door, Vernon behind them. He had Petunia's arm in his beefy fist, and was yelling at the top of his lungs.
"So you think you can just go, do you? Just up and leave?"
"Let go, Vernon…" Petunia yelled then screamed as he tightened his grip on her arm. Behind her Dudley was whimpering in fear.
"I'm not just going to let you go. If you won't stay, you won't live!" Vernon roared, reaching towards a gun, which he had in his back pocket. Harry froze in horror, then jumped forward, landing on Vernon's back and grabbing his arm.
"Run, now!" he yelled at Petunia and Dudley as he struggled with Vernon. They hesitated for a moment and then were gone, disappearing into the blackness of the night.