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Warning this fic will be AU and will be Fem Harry.

Chapter 1

Eight year old Taylor Lily Potter was sitting in her cupboard again, after being thrown into it about half an hour ago by her fat whale of an uncle.

Taylor didn't understand what she did to make her aunt, uncle and cousin hate her so much. But it must have been something awful. Dudley was never hit, starved or forced to sleep in a cupboard like she was. Dudley has two bedrooms and he was pampered, spoilt and given anything and everything that he wanted.

Her tummy grumbled and she whimpered miserably she hadn't eaten for three days because she had burnt the bacon for breakfast three mornings ago, she hadn't meant to it had been an accident but her Aunt didn't believe her. Her aunt and uncle not believing her was nothing new though, they never believed her. Sometimes she really wished she had a relative out there who would come and save her, take her away from her relatives.

Realistically she knew that her only living relatives were her aunt, uncle and cousin after her parents were killed in a car cash when she was a baby. That was how as her aunt said that she got that ugly scar on her forehead. The scar was in the shape of a lightning bolt and was in the right side of her forehead just above her eyebrow.

Taylor didn't know where she had got her looks from because it definitely wasn't her aunt, she was blond and skinny greatly resembling a horse. Where as Taylor had red hair and bright emerald green eyes, she was very small and skinny too, but she was quite sure that that was because she was forced to sleep in a cupboard and was starved on a regular basis. She had never seen a picture of her mother and father, her aunt either didn't have any or she had hated her sister as much as she hated Taylor and didn't have them on display.

Just then her aunt opened her cupboard door.

"We are going out. You need to clean the lounge and the bathroom, before we get back." Aunt Petunia ordered. Before she walked away again, a couple of minutes later she heard the front door slam shut.

Taylor got up slowly and painfully and started to clean the lounge knowing that if she didn't she would get beaten again. That was something that she did not need, she began to dust the lounge even though she had only done yesterday, in case you hadn't guessed her aunt Petunia was a neat freak.

It took her only ten minutes to re clean the lounge from yesterday, sighing Taylor walked painfully up the stairs to clean the bathroom. This took longer to clean because the last time she had cleaned it was three days ago. When she was finally done twenty minutes later, she went back down the stairs and curled up in her cupboard before her relatives got home. Taylor refused to call her relatives her family because family didn't treat each other like this, or a least she hoped that real families didn't treat each other like this as she has never had anything to compare the Dursleys too.

Before she dropped off into a restless sleep Taylor wished that someone would come and rescue her from this hell.

The Next Morning

Taylor thanked whatever Gods were up there that her relatives hadn't come into her cupboard last night when they got home. She ran a hand through her hair enjoying her last few peaceful minutes before her aunt would come, and knock on the door ordering her to make breakfast.

Thinking about food made her even more hungry she hoped that she might get some food today. When she had got all the tangles out of her she braided it quickly and tied of the end with an elastic band. Just after she had finished there was a loud rap on her door and her aunt sharp voice accompanied it.

"Girl get up and make breakfast!" Aunt Petunia's shrieking voice ordered.

"Yes Aunt Petunia." Taylor said slowly coming out of her cupboard.

That was another thing that she didn't like her relatives always called her 'Girl' they had never called her 'Taylor' with the exception of her cousin, who called her Taylor at school, that however was only because aunt Petunia had told him to so that they would attract attention. School was another thing that Taylor didn't like, not because she didn't want to learn but because she wasn't allowed to do better than her cousin in any of their lessons. Due to Dudley being as stupid as he was fat, she had to put effort into not scoring above him in any tests that they had at school.

Going into the kitchen she got the frying pan out and put it on the stove that she could only just reach. Then again she had been using the stove since she was five and she couldn't reach it properly then. When she had started cooking the bacon, her cousin and uncle made their appearance in the kitchen.

"Breakfast better be ready soon Girl otherwise you will be in a lot of trouble." Uncle Vernon growled at her.

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Taylor said bringing his breakfast over along with Dudley's.

When the three Dursley's had finished their breakfast, Taylor's aunt put some dry toast and water on the table.

"Eat this and then tidy the kitchen up." She snapped, before leaving the room.

Taylor tried to eat slowly but she just ended up wolfing the meagre slice of toast and then washing it down with the water. When she had finished under a minute later, she set about tidying up the kitchen. All the while hoping that her aunt and uncle would be a bit fairer today.

It was about two hours later that everything started going down hill, Taylor was upstairs cleaning the spare bedroom because Aunt Marge would be coming to stay for a few days.

She had just finished and was about to go down the stairs when Dudley had barged passed her causing her two fall down the stairs, somehow she managed to land of her feet at the bottom of the stairs unhurt. Of course she hadn't stayed that way, her uncle had seen and he went ballistic.

His whole face went purple before he grabbed her her and pushed her into the basement, that was when Taylor knew she was in big, BIG trouble. She knew that she was only brought down here if her punishment was very severe.

It was over an hour before her uncle had finished beating her, Taylor had screamed herself hoarse. At first he had only punched and slapped her around a bit, then he had taken his belt off and lashed her back with that. Her back hurt some much that it had gone numb and now all she could feel was a dull throb of pain every now and again when she moved. Taylor was confidant that her arm was broken and that she had a sprained or fractured ankle, she knew this because she had already had both of these injuries before.

After her uncle had finished beating her he had thrown her back into her cupboard, that was where she had been now for about an hour. She knew that her back was bleeding and that she should something to try and stop it, but the rest of her body hurt to much.

While she was trying to persuade herself to do something about her back there was a knock on the door, she heard her aunt, she guested answer the door.

"Yes, how can I help you?" Her aunt asked whoever is at the door.

"Hello, I am from child protection services some neighbours heard screaming coming from your house earlier today." The woman states.

Petunia swallows slightly knowing that if she doesn't let them in then they will know something is up.

"Please come in, I'm sure there is a simple explanation for this." Taylor hears her aunt say.

Maybe someone will finally rescue her...

That's chapter 1. Should I continue? Or not? Please review and tell me what you think.

Lyra