Disclaimer: I do not Harry Potter or any of its characters. I know the Durselys have a electric fireplace, but for the sake of the story, think of it as a regular fireplace.
Blind Love
Chapter One
Harry Potter growled, his hands curled into fists, and gritted his teeth in anger. His uncle, Vernon Dursely, had just gone way too far. He had insulted the one young witch that Harry was secretly in love with, Hermione Granger. Uncle Vernon had called her a slut and verturally every other derogatory name in the book. Harry wanted to curse Vernon magically, but as an underage wizard he was not allowed to use magic outside of school.
Harry's school was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had met his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, his first year. He was now in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was beginning to wish he was a first-year once again, as not only did he hear that the fifth-year classes were torture, but Hermione was driving him crazy with her beauty.
Harry nearly blew a gasket when Uncle Vernon had started insulting Hermione. His uncle had started yelling just because Harry had called Hedwig, his owl, into the living room to send Hermione a reply letter. Hermione was worried about him and Harry wanted to calm her down. Hedwig had flown in through the open kitchen window, startling Aunt Petunia, and landed on Harry's arm.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Harry screamed at his so-called uncle at the top of his lungs, "You have no right to call Hermione that!"
"NO RIGHT!" Uncle Vernon exploded back, "I have all the right in the world to call that-that FREAK anything I want!"
"NO YOU DON'T!" Harry screamed back at the top of his lungs, "AND DON'T YOU DARE EVER CALL HER A FREAK AGAIN OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!"
"I see that I need to teach you just who is boss in this house," Vernon stated all too calmly.
Harry saw his uncle reaching backwards, toward the fireplace. He saw his fingers curl around the fireplace poker. Harry took an unconscious step backwards as his uncle brought the weapon around to his front. Harry dodged the first few swipes, but one caught his right leg. Harry let out a scream of pain and then he saw a blind flash of an explosion in his head. His uncle had caught him in the head with the sharp end of the poker.
'HERMIONE!' Harry screamed mentally as he collasped.
He felt himself being rolled over and was now lying on his back. The last thing Harry saw was his pathetic uncle standing over him. The now bloody poker hefted over one shoulder in preparement to strike him once again and a malicious grin on his uncle's face.
"That'll teach you to back-talk me, you ungrateful, spoiled, BRAT!"
Uncle Vernon puncutated the last word as he swung the poker down with all his might. A hot pain shot through Harry's left chest and he heard something like liquid spurting. He screamed out his pain as he was hit over and over again. He heard Hedwig, who had long retreated to the nearby high-ground of a book case, give out an angry couple of screeches. Harry barely saw Hedwig fly out a nearby window. Blackness tugged at his mind, but he refused to go quietly into the darkness. Finally with an overwelming amount of pain, the darkness overtook him and he knew no more.
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Miles away a young witch with brown hair and cinnamon eyes was sitting on her bed, reading. She was awaiting the reply to the letter she had sent to one of her best friends, also her secret crush, Harry Potter. Two nights ago, she had had a nightmare where Harry had been very brutily beaten by the Muggles he was stuck living with and it was her fault.
'HERMIONE!'
Suddenly an owl that had once been pure white soared into her room. Hermione Granger knew at once that what she had seen two nights ago was no longer just a nightmare, as the owl was Harry's and it was spattered with blood. She ran to her parents room with a sob stuck in her throat and the owl following her. When her parents heard about her dream and saw Harry's owl, they jumped into action. They sent Hedwig to Albus Dumbledore, a powerful wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts, still bloody. Hermione borrowed a Barn owl, from a wizard down the road, to send a request of medical help from St. Mungo.
Hermione chewed on her lower lip as her father drove like a bat out of Hell to get to Harry's wretched uncle and aunt's place. Finally they found themselves at Number 4 Privet Drive. Hermione's father waited until Dumbledore arrived, blasted down the door, and went inside, before he let Hermione get out of the Muggle car. Just as she reached the door, Dumbledore came back out of it and stopped her.
"You don't want to go in there Miss Granger," Dumbledore spoke softly.
"Why not?"
"Because it's not a sight that you want to see."
"Just tell me one thing. Is he-is he-"
"No, Miss Granger, he's alive, just barely, but alive."
"Thank Merlin!" Hermione choked out.
Just then the St. Mungo transport, disguised as a Muggle bus, pulled up. The team rushed inside with Dumbledore still standing guard. A few minutes later, Harry was brought out of the house on a floating stretcher. Hermione took one look at Harry and dropped to her knees in shock at the sight of the very bloody and beaten young man. She cried in her mother's arms, in the backseat of her family's car, as her dad followed the transport.
Blind Love
Chapter One
Harry Potter growled, his hands curled into fists, and gritted his teeth in anger. His uncle, Vernon Dursely, had just gone way too far. He had insulted the one young witch that Harry was secretly in love with, Hermione Granger. Uncle Vernon had called her a slut and verturally every other derogatory name in the book. Harry wanted to curse Vernon magically, but as an underage wizard he was not allowed to use magic outside of school.
Harry's school was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had met his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, his first year. He was now in his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was beginning to wish he was a first-year once again, as not only did he hear that the fifth-year classes were torture, but Hermione was driving him crazy with her beauty.
Harry nearly blew a gasket when Uncle Vernon had started insulting Hermione. His uncle had started yelling just because Harry had called Hedwig, his owl, into the living room to send Hermione a reply letter. Hermione was worried about him and Harry wanted to calm her down. Hedwig had flown in through the open kitchen window, startling Aunt Petunia, and landed on Harry's arm.
"SHUT THE HELL UP!" Harry screamed at his so-called uncle at the top of his lungs, "You have no right to call Hermione that!"
"NO RIGHT!" Uncle Vernon exploded back, "I have all the right in the world to call that-that FREAK anything I want!"
"NO YOU DON'T!" Harry screamed back at the top of his lungs, "AND DON'T YOU DARE EVER CALL HER A FREAK AGAIN OR YOU'LL REGRET IT!"
"I see that I need to teach you just who is boss in this house," Vernon stated all too calmly.
Harry saw his uncle reaching backwards, toward the fireplace. He saw his fingers curl around the fireplace poker. Harry took an unconscious step backwards as his uncle brought the weapon around to his front. Harry dodged the first few swipes, but one caught his right leg. Harry let out a scream of pain and then he saw a blind flash of an explosion in his head. His uncle had caught him in the head with the sharp end of the poker.
'HERMIONE!' Harry screamed mentally as he collasped.
He felt himself being rolled over and was now lying on his back. The last thing Harry saw was his pathetic uncle standing over him. The now bloody poker hefted over one shoulder in preparement to strike him once again and a malicious grin on his uncle's face.
"That'll teach you to back-talk me, you ungrateful, spoiled, BRAT!"
Uncle Vernon puncutated the last word as he swung the poker down with all his might. A hot pain shot through Harry's left chest and he heard something like liquid spurting. He screamed out his pain as he was hit over and over again. He heard Hedwig, who had long retreated to the nearby high-ground of a book case, give out an angry couple of screeches. Harry barely saw Hedwig fly out a nearby window. Blackness tugged at his mind, but he refused to go quietly into the darkness. Finally with an overwelming amount of pain, the darkness overtook him and he knew no more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Miles away a young witch with brown hair and cinnamon eyes was sitting on her bed, reading. She was awaiting the reply to the letter she had sent to one of her best friends, also her secret crush, Harry Potter. Two nights ago, she had had a nightmare where Harry had been very brutily beaten by the Muggles he was stuck living with and it was her fault.
'HERMIONE!'
Suddenly an owl that had once been pure white soared into her room. Hermione Granger knew at once that what she had seen two nights ago was no longer just a nightmare, as the owl was Harry's and it was spattered with blood. She ran to her parents room with a sob stuck in her throat and the owl following her. When her parents heard about her dream and saw Harry's owl, they jumped into action. They sent Hedwig to Albus Dumbledore, a powerful wizard and Headmaster of Hogwarts, still bloody. Hermione borrowed a Barn owl, from a wizard down the road, to send a request of medical help from St. Mungo.
Hermione chewed on her lower lip as her father drove like a bat out of Hell to get to Harry's wretched uncle and aunt's place. Finally they found themselves at Number 4 Privet Drive. Hermione's father waited until Dumbledore arrived, blasted down the door, and went inside, before he let Hermione get out of the Muggle car. Just as she reached the door, Dumbledore came back out of it and stopped her.
"You don't want to go in there Miss Granger," Dumbledore spoke softly.
"Why not?"
"Because it's not a sight that you want to see."
"Just tell me one thing. Is he-is he-"
"No, Miss Granger, he's alive, just barely, but alive."
"Thank Merlin!" Hermione choked out.
Just then the St. Mungo transport, disguised as a Muggle bus, pulled up. The team rushed inside with Dumbledore still standing guard. A few minutes later, Harry was brought out of the house on a floating stretcher. Hermione took one look at Harry and dropped to her knees in shock at the sight of the very bloody and beaten young man. She cried in her mother's arms, in the backseat of her family's car, as her dad followed the transport.