Disclaimer: Unfortunately i do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.

Control

I turned to wave at the Order members again but found that they were gone. I sigh before turning to my Uncle and I see him start to get purple from trying to keep his anger from exploding out of him in a public place. I cringe knowing what's going to happen once I get 'home.' I use the term home lightly. I've never felt at home there. Begrudgingly I head towards my Uncle's car and crawl into the back.

Once I get in I see that my Aunt Petunia is facing forward stock still. I sigh because this is yet another bad sign for me. I know I'm going to get it tonight but I can't make myself feel afraid. I'm almost numb. I've always held a little hope that my 'relatives,' would take mercy on me and not hurt me when they get angry. But now I just feel numb and I know exactly why. Why did he have to die?

Why couldn't I save him or why couldn't Dumbledore? I shouldn't have led my friends there to be hurt. It wasn't right and was a stupid decision. I almost got them killed and I did get the most important person in my life killed. I try to stop the tears from coming and for the moment they do.

I look out the window and see that we are almost there. I should feel dread but I don't. I hope this numbness keeps up. I really don't think I'll want to feel the next day or so.

My Uncle Vernon parked the car and walked straight inside. Aunt Petunia followed straight after him and I stayed in the car for a minute before getting out and beginning my slow trek to the door. I step inside and as soon as I close the door I feel a fist pound into the side of my head. I see stars for a second before I see Uncle Vernon pulling me by the arm up into my room.

I know what's going to happen next and again all I feel is numbness. He throws me into the middle of the room before shutting the door. I hear the clanking of a belt being taken off before I feel a sharp pain in my back. Unfortunately the numbness didn't last and I can feel every whip of the belt. I don't cry out because I don't want to give him the satisfaction. I know that if I don't cry out it lasts longer but I would like to keep some of my dignity intact. He beats me with the belt for I don't know how long before he tires of me not crying out.

He goes outside for a moment and comes back with a paddle. His maniacal grin seams to grow even wider when he starts to hit me. Again I don't cry out knowing that soon he will start to tire. My Uncle isn't the epitome of physically fit human beings. He hits me for I don't know how long and just as I predicted he soon tired. He left but not before leaving some parting words.

"If any of your freaky friends threaten me again I will do worse to them mark my word boy. Now you will tend to our garden as well as those of the neighbors garden that want you too. Petunia has graciously offered your work to those whose gardening needs tending. You will not complain to those freaky friends when you write them to tell them about us every three days. I'll be checking the letters you send out to make sure that you don't say that we are mistreating you. You hear me boy?" I nod unable to speak. He gives a satisfied nod before leaving and locking the door.

I attempt to stand up before crying out in pain. I crawl my way over to my bed and see that it's been 4 hours since I got home. I pull myself up by my measly sheets and lay down gingerly on my bed. I think to myself right before I fall asleep that if only the wizarding word could see their great hero Harry Potter now. Before I can fall asleep I hear a distant popping noise.