Disclaimer: I don't own any of the creations of Rowling or the wonderfull world revealed to us by J.R.R. Tolkien.

This is not just any fanfic, making things up, I've done research and discussed theories. This is a writing that struck me. I procededly started writing while listening to Omnia performing The Raven by mister Poe and sipping some good whiskey.

''Dudley, get the mail.'' Vernon brustled out, from behind his morning newspaper.

''Make the freak do it!'' Dudley replied while whining for more food.

''Boy, get the mail!'' Vernon said impatiently wanting to know his reassurance of the quiet Sunday where almost never mail was sent.

Harry turned the gas down and checked for Dudley sticking his foot out, just in the case of. '' Yes, uncle Vernon.''

Harry walked towards the door where a few letters lay. Walking back he started sorting them.
'Bills and more bills, uncle Vernon won't be happy.' As he reached the kitchen, so did he reach the bottom of the pile.

As he saw it, he saw his name written in a fluttery dark red writing. ''Wah'' Harry exclaimed as the surprise stirred in his brains.

Dudley turned to look and saw the name with his beedy blue eyes which peered out from under his bright blonde fringe. ''Dad, he got something!'' Dudley exlaimed in surprise, for Harry had never ever had gotten anything by the mail. Vernon put his newspaper down, disgruntled and took Harry's wrist and the papers in a wide swipe.

''Freaks!'' Vernon bellowed as he saw the letter. He stood up and let go of Harry. Which was unusual, normally when uncle Vernon started muttering or yelling about Freaks or any of the likes, he'd call Harry a freak and procededly take his anger out on Harry.

Vernon quickly burned the letter in the living room. They had a real fireplace because as Vernon had proclaimed at that time ''We have a real loving family atmosphere in this house and nothing of it is fake!''

Vernon stomped back to the kitchen and took a hold of Harry who was still stunned in shock.

''Duddikins, go to your room.'' Petunia said quietly but firmly.

''I don't wanna go, I want to see the freak get it!'' Dudley whined back.

''I'l bring you up some cake in a moment, just go play your new video-game.'' Petunia argued.

''It'l be a good character building experience for our little dudders, he'l know to not know to…associate with his kind.'' Vernon threw himself into the argument, settling himself and his decision while taking off his belt with his free hand.

Dudley watched the scene with a small flick of horror at the back of his mind which was quickly overcome by glee and sadism. This was his father, his role model, this was the right thing, freaks like his nephew didn't belong in this world, this house.

Petunia watched on, stunned. Somewhere deep in her, she knew that this was wrong. But her feelings of jalousy and revenge had her captive as they had her for all these years. This was what she had turned out to be.

Her mind thought back to her relationship with her sister, they'd been good friends. Petunia had even been happy for Lilly, even though already a little bit jaelous. But slowly that festering plague in her mind grew and grew.

The belt crackled as it came down onto Harry's back.

''Aargh!''

Lilly got all the attention.

''Argh!''

Lilly got all the special things.

''Uangh'' Harry moaned at the third strike, his mouth bloody and his back open.

Lilly got all the good grades.

''Aaggnggh!'' Harry tried to prevent himself from screaming, knowing that would only make it last longer.

Lilly got all the boys!

''Uargghh.'' So primal, so deep, yet so young that scream, yet somehow that scream sounded good.

The almost non-existent battle inside Petunia was over quickly, it had already been long over. But now something was turning inside her mind.

'This is wrong.' No not this, the freak deserved it. Her whole life, she had a overweight husband.

Petunia took out a big bread knife.

Her son was overweight and had no sense of morals. None of them had any sense of morals!

She slapped Harry with one of the flat side leaing a big bruise.

All she did was gossip and stay inside. A life that wouldn't be remembered.

Rage had taken and slowly took over Petunia's mind as she took all the wrongs in her life out on her nephew.

She started cutting his back and arms and where Vernon wasn't busy.

Dudley watched in stunned cruelty. 'So this was right?'

He couldn't stop watching. 'His parents were right and good people. His nephew was wrong and a freak.'

He, Dudley, couldn't do anything, he had no control. He wanted controll…..But his mind was stunned.

Vernon grabbed a big bottle of vodka and quickly drank most of it, coughing. 'No sense in wasting!'

He broke the bottle on the table, not satisfied with the vicious wounds that the belt left.

Quickly and with wide swings he started stabbing Harry.

Sirens, off in the distence. Only Dudley heard them.

Vernon and Petunia were far gone in their rage and Harry' ears had been cut off by Petunia.

The earholes remained but they were filled with blood.

Dudley realized from years of school that sirens ment authority, authority other then his parents were bad.

He started running, just like he did when he'd beat up some punks.

Don't be there and they won't know you were there. His parents were far gone in rage and would be taken in.

It was out of his controll.

Dudley ran.

Harry heard sirens to, different ones.

Many, sounds mixing. Not from police nor ambulance.

He hears symphonies, orchestras.

Songs beyond imagining, voices with no limit to their range, never going false.

Words describing, yet not undestandable.

Instruments he'd never heard off.

He was floating on the music….It was taking him away….

The music of the Ainur.