Warnings: This is an angsty story. Do not expect wizards or warlords or any love interest in here. You will find neglect and abuse though. It is short and quick and devoid of details what would explain about how Harry came about to live with the Durselys. Oh and i had to change some of the words to fit harry in, seeing as the song was originally about a girl. The original lyrics come after my ending notes. And now, on with the story……

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CONCRETE ANGEL

A boy of nine sits at the far end of the table and once again he can't help but look toward the others sitting away from him, their plates full of tantalizing food while his little plastic bowl carries only about a cup of what his family are having. He did not dare ask for another helping of food once he was done with what he had; not after what happened last night when he had wet his cot. One of the worst nightmares as of yet plagued him enough that the fear itself caused him to wet his bed. Desperately he tried to clean it as quietly as he could with a dirty shirt he grabbed from a trash bag in his closet; his little heart was pounding so hard that it began to hurt, all the while taking continuing looks towards his bedroom door. Just as he was about to flip the mattress over on the other side so as to hide the wet spot he sensed he was not alone and he threw himself against the wall when he saw his uncle standing there, glaring. He closed his eyes to the memory and choked down the little morsel in his mouth. He takes his time eating, using his fork to spear a single pea and chewing it slowly as to prolong it. He next does this with the few slices of carrots as his uncle goes about his day at work with his wife; his cousin Dudley reaches over and grabs a large slice of dripping ham and slaps it down on his still full plate. Turning back to his bowl, he again fought back the thought of him trying to ask for just a little bit more. Beatings always won over hunger so he continued to eat his dinner in silence, keeping his eyes cast down so as not to upon the food. His growling stomach kept him up all night and he was beginning to get cramps. Fearfully, he tip-toed down the dark stairs, hoping to get away with a small snack. He made it as far as getting an apple on the table basket and when he turned he saw the huge shadow of his uncle in the stairwell, causing the fruit to slip out of his hand. Fat silent tears began to fall as he watched it roll out of his reach. His uncle made no sound as he slowly made his way to him through the dark kitchen. "I'm sorryI'M SORR"- but the blows cut him off and the screaming began….

He walks to school with a lunch he packed

Nobody knows what he's holding back;

Wearing the same clothes he wore yesterday

he hides the bruises by putting makeup on his face

oh.....

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She notices it right away, the discoloration of the face, the dark circles under his puffy eyes… the way he slowly sits down, his back never once touches the back of his chair. She wants to question him, to ask if he was alright but she didn't. 'Surely if he can still show up to class then it might not be anything serious' she thinks as she turns her back on him and continues class. At lunch he barely eats. No one notices how he doesn't seem able to open his mouth wide enough to put food in, nor that he sips the broth of his soup with the straw of his juice box and leaves the noodles. No one has ever sat next to him because he always was always unkempt; wrinkled clothes, hair unwashed and matted, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't flatten it down. He timidly looked around and wished he had someone to talk to, someone to play with at recess; a friend of his very own to chase the loneliness away. When he had finished eating what little he was able to push between his lips he just sat there as last night's punishment flashed through his head. He could only remember little of what was done to him but the most vivid scene he couldn't shake away was falling into peaceful unconsciousness as his uncle held him up against the wall by his neck and thinking, 'it's almost over, finally no more pain.' Someone dropped their tray on the way back to the counters and he flinched so at the loud sound that he almost toppled onto anther student, whom in turned pushed him roughly away. The peaceful feeling vanished, taken over by the fear of last night. He got up and ran out of the lunchroom, leaving everyone behind as they all laughed.

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask

It's hard to see the pain behind the mask;

Bearing the burden of a secret storm

Sometimes he wishes he was never born

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He tears through the front doors and runs into the rain. It washes the tears that fall from his eyes as he heads towards the cemetery. He is sobbing now as he spots what he is looking for; staggering towards his destination he stumbles in the mud a few feet from the small stones, etched forever with the names of a mother and father he does not remember. His strength has left him and it is all that he can do just to slowly crawl his way over to them and lays in between his parents. It is in this place and only this place that he has ever found peace. Where, even though he is the only living soul there, he does not feel lonely nor fear. It is pitch dark, save for a few moonbeams cutting through the leaves down on him and his parent's grave. He sits up, realizing that he had fallen asleep. Slowly he rises on shaky legs and kissing his hand and placing it on both their graves in turns he slowly prepares for the long walk home. He continued his trek through the dark trees, knowing what would be waiting for him. There was a light in the upstairs room-his room. 'Well, it can't be any worst than what he usually gives me,' he thinks as he muster's up the courage to reach for the door knob. His little heart beats painfully with every step he takes as he goes up. Something is different…. something has changed. Just behind him a creak sounds out and he whirls around with small yell. There, smiling broadly and ever so quiet was his uncle, slowly making his way up to him. And for the first time he cried out to his mommy and daddy….

Through the wind and the rain

he stands hard as a stone in a world that he can't rise above;

But his dreams gives him wings and he flies to a place where he's loved…

Concrete Angel...

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The blows fall down upon him as screams fill the night. He is thrown across the room, and then kicked in the stomach. Crying out he tries to crawls away, opening his mouth to plead with the other for no more but nothing comes out. There is a fire in his belly and it feels as if he is suffocating, no air is passing through his lungs and as he falls to his side a trickle of blood trails down his cheek. Someone shouts for him to get up but he can barely move and receives another kick, this time to his head and making him flip on his back. For a moment everything went white and his head was humming. What little awareness he had left he used it in hope that his aunt would have heart and come to save him. Slowly turning his head he tried to focus on the door as more blood oozed out, sure that someone would come, someone that would've surely heard his pleas….andsomeone finally did. As the black combat boot of his uncle came at him again he smiled and slowly closed his tear filled eyes……

Somebody cries in the middle of the night,

The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,

When morning comes it will be too late…

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It is a Saturday and dawn has arrived. The quiet house on Privet Drive seemed to sleep on-along with the rest of the neighborhood as rain gently sings them their lullaby. It is at that moment when a squad car quietly pulls up to the house. A lone officer approaches the door. He has to bang loudly at four separate times before someone finally comes to answer. Words were spoken and to the large sleepy boys dismay he let's the officer in. It is again quiet in the neighborhood but it was not to last. A scream breaks the silence. Sounds of a struggle took place within the walls. A gun shot out and another scream filled the air. Two more patrol cars screech to a halt on a manicured lawn and a bed of roses. Windows and doors began to open with the curiosity of neighbors. Once again sounds of a struggle poured through the door as a crowd approaches the house. For one moment all was quiet. No one dared to move, waiting for what was coming next. Another scream, this time ear splitting then three loud pops. Anyone who had been outside ran back into their homes or behind the safety of cars. The only sounds left to be heard were broken sobs and the sound of a distant siren. From a distance, eyes of green watch in somber silence as an ambulance finally joins the other vehicles. A long moment later they come out with two stretchers and a hysterical thin woman in handcuffs. A large boy is led to an unmarked car without any difficulty or emotion. He appears to be in shock to all he had witnessed. The patrol cars drive off first, then the unmarked one carrying the boy. Last is the ambulance and as it drives away thunder fills the sky and the clouds lets loose as if they themselves sobbed for the loss of innocence.

Through the wind and the rain

He stands hard as a stone in a world that he can't rise above;

But his dream gives him wings and he flies to a place where he's loved…

Concrete Angel...

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Those who weren't there for him before congregated around the small grave. They all decided to choose a spot where the sun always shined. Whether out of guilt or shame, the school and people from the neighborhood donated money to help pay for his funeral and his tombstone. It read: 'Here sleeps a boy who only wanted to be noticed. Who wanted to live a child's life. It is this world's tragic loss when an innocent leaves us but it is the Lord's gain when he beckons a new angel home'. Below the date of his birth and death were chiseled into the black polished stone. 'July 31, 1980-March 27, 1988'. And on top sat a small angel boy, starring up to the heavens with all the happiness in the world.

A statue stands in a shaded place,

An angel boy with an upturned face;

His name is written on a polished rock,

A broken heart that the world forgot...

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A breeze gently blows across his cheek and he smiles as he lifts up his face into the warmth of the sun. He is new and unmarked as in the beginning of his birth. Although he appears to be alone, he smiles as he senses a presence approaching. He runs through the trees and he is as swift as a deer and light as the sunbeams upon his small body. It is then that he hears it. Someone is calling him by name and even though he does not recognize the voice his heart tells him who it is. He quickens his pace and laughs joyously.

"I'm here-I'm here!" he calls out as tears fill his eyes. And it is at that moment when he finally sees. It is the two people whom his heart tried to help him remember during the worst of his times. He stopped where he was at and stared for a moment, drinking them in. "MAMA!" he shouted in a sob as he took off as fast as his little legs could carry him. Both met him halfway and he jumped into their arms as they fell to their knees. His mother rocked him on her lap as his father tried to sooth him while kissing his head. "My baby…my beautiful baby boy…" his mother chanted as she cried. He pulled away to look up at them and became afraid. "Am I dreaming? Are you really here?" They both nodded and picking up his son in his arms his father stood up and embraced him tightly again. "Poppa, why are you sad? We're back together now," the small boy questioned. "I'm not sad. In fact, I've never been more happy than I am right now," he said as the tears trailed down his cheeks. "Are we ready to go home," his mother asked happily. "Home…" the boy whispers as if it only existed in fairytales. "Well Harry, are you ready to fly?" asked his father as he put him down and his smile is brighter than any star he had ever made a wish upon. Taking a hold of both his parent's hands they approached a ray of sunshine breaking through the trees and disappeared into its beam.

Through the wind and the rain,

he stands hard as a stone in a world that he can't rise above;

But his dreams give him wings and he flies to a place where he's loved

Concrete Angel....

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Author's Note- I was watching you-tube one night and clicked on Martina McBride's video 'Concrete Angel.' Well let me tell you even though I've seen it before I as a blubbering mess after seeing it again. But I knew there was a story in there somewhere. I'm sorry if anyone was put off by Harry's non magical self. He actually is but he doesn't know it because all this takes place before he discovers his magical self. And yes, I KNOW the world would be in ruins if he died before his time but I just wanted to make a quick and simple topic for me story. I know I'll get flamed for this one but I still think it was worth the time I spent and nothing will make me regret it! Z *stamps foot childishly* On a serious note, if you see or suspect of any precious child being neglected or abused, PLEASE! contact someone, it might just save thier lives.......= ( Now, those who wish to get the lyrics of the song here are the original words to it....

CONCRETE ANGLE

She walks to school with a lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holding back;
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace;
oh

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask,
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask;
Bearing the burdon of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born;

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

Concrete Angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night,
The neighbors hear but they turn out the lights;
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate,
When morning comes it will be too late.

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

Concrete Angel

A statue stands in a shaded place,
An angel girl with an upturned face;
Her name is written on a polished rock,
A broken heart that the world forgot.

Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above;
But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved.

Concrete Angel