How Will it End?
by: eternalmoonfighter
disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
- author's point of view -
Harry struggled to sit up on the mattress he was laying on but it was hard since he knew left arm was broken and was pretty sure at least three or four of his ribs were broken. To look at him you would have never realized he was, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. He was fifteen pounds lighter than when he left school for the summer. His body was various shades of yellow, green, purple, blue and black. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes and started to have a sunken look about them.
In his room there is his bed, and a bucket. The bucket is sitting beside the bed for him to use for a restroom. His window now has bars in it like you would see in an old prison movie or western. His door now also had a little doggy door on it. This was so they could pass him food, when they felt like feeding him, and to empty his bucket.
- Harry's point of view -
How long has it been since I've eaten? Can I even remember the last time I left this room? How long has it been since school let out? a week? a month? longer? I wish I hadn't sent Hedwig to Ron's for the summer, but I wouldn't have been able to send a message, not with those bars on the window.
- flashback -
"Harry Potter, get in here this instant," yelled Uncle Vernon.
Harry walked into the house and stood in front of his uncle looking at his relatives.
"you called for me, sir"
"Yes, i want you to send that pigeon to one of your freaky friends for the summer. I do not want her here. Her squawking keeps us awake. I want you to write and send a message to one of your friends. Go on, get some paper and a pen."
Harry ran up the stairs and grabbed what he needed and went back into the living room.
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Ron,
Hey, I know this is short notice, but I was wondering if you could keep Hedwig for me. My uncle has decided he wants to go on a family vacation for three months and I will not be home to care for her. Will you also ask your mother to pick up the things I need for school. Thanks, your the best. Say hello to everyone for me.
Harry
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Uncle Vernon grabs the letter from Harry and starts to read it out loud. He looks at Harry.
"Good boy, now send it out. By the way, where is your school trunk."
"I left it at school"
"Why did you do that, boy?"
"I didn't think you would want me to have it."
"Good thinking boy."
Harry attaches the letter to Hedwig's legs and tells her to go to Ron's and stay there. She coos at him softly and lightly nips his finger before flying out of the open window. His family looks at him in disgust and his uncle grabs him by the collar. He drags him down the hall and stuffs him in the cupboard underneath the stairs. Harry hears the lock and lays down to take a nap, because he didn't know how long he would be in here.
- end of flashback - author's point of view -
Harry was sitting there remembering when he sent Hedwig away when he was startled by a sound on the other side of his bedroom door. He hoped it was someone bringing him some food, but he was wrong. His uncle opened the door. He walked in with Dudley close behind him. Dudley closed the door and turned to smile evilly at Harry. Harry knew what was coming next. He started whimpering.
"Please, sir, please I'm sorry. I really didn't know that they were going to do that to him, sir. Please, don't.," he begged.
His uncle smiled cruelly, then said, " would you like to do the honors Dudley?"
Dudley just smiled and started punching Harry anywhere he could land his fists. Too, soon for Harry's taste, his uncle joined in. Harry vowed to himself that he would not cry or scream out. He bit his lip and covered his face the best he could with his right arm, since it wasn't chained to the bed. Suddenly his uncle stopped kicking him and opened the door. Dudley stopped punching him when the door opened then closed again. He heard them whispering and Dudley giggling. Suddenly he felt a stinging sensation on his stomach and one on his back. He heard a whoosh and felt the sensation again. They were taking whips to him. Everything went black as Vernon kicked him in the head.
-Most of the abuse in this story is based upon my friends real life. Her parents abused her enough she went into a coma and than died. Things like this happen everyday. People need to know it is wrong. I am writing this story in her memory I promised her sister not to mention her or her sisters name when I wrote this author's note. She knows who she is and she knows I love her. I will never forget your sister. I'm writing this for all three of us. We Miss you!