Harry was lying in bed, trying not to go to sleep. He had been having nightmares about the 3rd task. Everytime he'd yell in his sleep, and he didn't want that. He already got punishment for that, and he knew he'd recieve it again the next time he yelled out. Actually, he'd get punishment for nothing at all, but if he yelled out, it would be far worse.
Harry heard a scraping coming from his 'window'. It was an owl, but he couldn't let it in. The Dursleys had but bars on his window, and locked him in his 'room'. They only fed and watered him once a day, and he only got a restroom break once a day for 5 minutes, and a shower break once a week for 10 minutes. The owl was still at his window, but now it was screeching, and hitting the bars with it's wings. "Shh! Please stop, you're going to wake up-" Harry was cut off from screaming upstairs.
"Stupid boy! Are you trying to wake up the whole neighborhood?!" His Uncle screamed. "Uh oh..." Harry whispered. His Uncle came bashing down the stairs, and went to Harry's door. Harry heard clicks of the 20 locks on his door. The door swung open, and his beet-faced Uncle stepped in.
"Boy, what are you thinking! Having those abnormal things come to our house, and wake up the whole neighborhood! We don't want them finding out about your...freakish ways!" Harry's Uncle said in a deadly whisper. Harry, still lying in bed, tried to back up as much as he could into the wall. "You're not going anywhere. There's no where you can hide." Uncle Vernon said.
He grabbed Harry by the scruff of the neck, and started slapping him on his face, then started punching him in the stomach and back. After he got tired with hitting him, Uncle Vernon decided to start calling him names. "You muderer! You killed an inoccent boy, and it's all your fault that he's dead! You should have died, but no! You had to kill that other freak!" Uncle Vernon said.
Harry didn't know his uncle had found out about Cedric, but those words hit him hard. He knew it was his fault, but to be told that in person, he just couldn't handle that! Tears started to come to his eyes, but he stopped them. No! I'm not going to cry in front of my uncle! I'm not going to cry in front of anyone, for that matter. Harry thought. His uncle dropped him to the floor, and left Harry's room, locking all of Harry's locks. Harry went over to his bed, and threw his head into his pillow. Tears leaked out of Harry's eyes, and sobbing was heard from Harry, but no one was listening. No one was ever listening.
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A/N: So, uh, how'd you like it? Sorry to those of you who read this when it was all messed up. I just now decided to change it.