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Pain was all Harry knew in his life, whenever he didn’t do as the Dursley said he was severely reprimanded. Of course Harry always tried to do as he was told not being a fan of pain, but they always found a flaw in everything he did. If it wasn’t done to the “T” he would find himself locked his cupboard nursing his wounds till the next day. Oh how he wished something would happen to the Dursley’s sometimes, for how they treated him, he wished that he could do something, but what was a “freak” like him supposed to do?
Like any other day, today was no different to him, as the screech of his aunt and the banging on his cupboard door awoke him for the morning, “Wake up you little freak!” The women bellowed. Of course he had been up for some time after coming to after his Uncle’s beating from the other day, trying to put the pain into the back of his mind. Of course his uncle knew better to his him where the bruises might show, his Aunt always threw a fit each time she saw the after math saying how “those” People would find out what they have done. Harry had no idea by what she meant of those people, but he hope that they would do something about it, but nothing ever happened.
“Yes Aunt Petunia,” Harry said back, getting his glasses and sticking them on his nose, he heard the tail-tell sign of the lock being undone on his small cupboard door.
“Good,” she said opening his door with her nose held high, “Today you need to make breakfast in celebration of Dudley’s birthday, do you think you could do that without messing up today?”
“Yes Aunt Petunia,” Harry replied, as he shuffled his way out of the cupboard and into the small kitchen, he got the skillet and started to make the bacon and eggs for the breakfast. He really did try his best I making the breakfast, making sure to cook everything the way his uncle liked it, as so he wouldn’t have to be burnt again by the scolding grease of the bacon. He shuddered as the memory resurface, of how the boiling hot grease was poured over his head when he didn’t let the bacon cook long enough, of how still to this day he could hardly see out of his left eye.
Harry was just putting the bacon on to a napkin to have the grease soak off when he heard the thunderous footsteps of his uncle coming down the stairs. “Boy!” He uncle yelled, “You better have the breakfast just right today!” Harry suppressed a shutter that threat to overtake his body at his uncle’s tone, trying to up the finishing touches on the eggs before planting them just as well.
Harry quickly placed the food upon the kitchen table, which today was surrounded by the overabundance of presents, and quickly made his way to make a cup of coffee for his uncle. The door swung open to revealed his oversized uncle making his way into the kitchen, Harry handed him his black coffee, in a mundane white mug, before sitting himself to the side of the table. His uncle took his seat at the head of the table inspecting the food with a through eye as too make sure that he didn’t botch up the food. After a few seconds of looking at everything taking a sip of his coffee.
“Well it seems that you aren’t completely useless boy,” his uncle said, as soon as he said that the kitchen door swung open. “Dudley son!” His uncle’s face changed one from a pinched up snarl to a smile at the sight of his son. Of course it hurt Harry to see this, he wished that he had someone to look at him like that, someone who was proud of him just like how his uncle was proud of his son.
His fat cousin smiled at his dad, “Good morning dad!”
“Happy birthday Dudleykins!” His Aunt getting up from her spot at the table walking over giving her son a hug drawing him deeper into the kitchen, “Look Dudley!” She waved a hand over to the presents that sat in there for him.
“How many are there?” His cousin asked browsing over everything with a fine eye much like what his dad did over the breakfast.
“36!” His uncle answered happily,” Counted them myself.”
“36?! 36?! That is two less than last year!” He screeched, Harry watch how red his cousin face turned, how ungrateful he was.
“Well you see your aunt got you that present over there, that big one underneath all from mum and dad.” Uncle Vernon said.
“Alright 37! But that is still less than last year!” The boy yelled his face growing even redder.
“W-Well dear we will just get you two more from the zoo! How does that sound sweetie?” The boy’s mother said out of fear of her own son.
“That would make it…” He sat there and thought for a moment, trying to math inside his thick head.
“39 sweetie,” The women smiled down at the boy, the phone started to ring pulling her away from the family, “Go ahead and open your presents, and you boy! Clean the dishes!” Harry only nodded picking the dirty dished hoping to find some scrap of food, while his cousin just pushed him out of the way to dig into his stash of presents.
“What do you mean you can’t take him?” His aunt said over the phone, talking to one of their neighbors that looked after him when they didn’t want to him in the house alone.
His Aunt quickly slammed the phone back into the receiver and glared at the boy like it was his fault.
“Vernon this is awful! There is no one to watch the boy!” His Aunt sighed dramatically as she grabbed the said boy by the ear and led him to stand in front of his uncle, “What ever shall we do with him?!”
“Why not just leave him here? The boy can get his work done while we are at the zoo?” His uncle said now staring at the young green-eye boy.
“NO! I will not have this monster in my house alone!” His aunt screamed in horror at the thought.
Her husband sighed at this, “well it looks like he will have to come with.”
Dudley of course was abled by this idea, of how is cousin will ruin his fun as the zoo, “But daddy! He will do something freaky!” The boy said not having an idea of what, but knowing well that his parents always told him to report any strange business that ever happen to Harry back to them for punishment.
“I know sweetie,” Harry’s aunt said to comfort her son, “How about this, we take him with us, and we will get you an extra gift as an apology?” His Aunt said to sooth her son, as she pulled the over grown boy into a hug.
The boy thought it over a moment, thinking of ways to get Harry in trouble while at the zoo, “Yes mother that will be okay.”
To Harry this was a dream come true, he was going to get out of this house for a day, he would get to see the outside world beyond his cupboard. He tried to keep his grin hidden from the Dursley at the thought of at least one day of freedom. He just hoped that he did nothing wrong.
Before they got in the car to go to the zoo his uncle held on to him, “Alright Boy I want no funny business do you hear?” Harry nodded a lump of fear forming in his throat at the repulsion of being so close to the large man. Said man lean close to Harry to whisper his threat into his ear, “if not you will have be severely punished.” Harry only meekly nodded at the many ideas of what the man could mean, but one always circled back, he just hoped that was not the threat the man was talking of.
* * *
Harry welcome the chance out of the house staying close yet as far as way as he could from the Dursley family, taking in all the sights a normal person gets to see when they were 6. Of course he appreciated it a lot more than the screaming kids and the noises adults, who were upset whenever an animal decided that they would no longer preform for the crowd and lay down.
The Dursley decided to take a break from the hot sun outside, and relax in the reptile enclosure for a bit. Harry of course had to follow where ever they went so they could make sure that he did nothing “freaky” while at the same time pretend that he didn’t exist to the world. At one point Harry was in front of a snake enclosure just admiring the lovely serpent, when Dudley decided to join. The Snake of course was done for the day of people pressing their fat ugly mugs into its glass and was taking a nap not paying attention to the outside world anymore. Dudley wasn’t having it, for his birthday he wanted all the animals to at least do something for his day.
“Daddy! It’s not moving!” He cried.
Vernon reached over and gave the glass a tap, “Move!” When the snake still didn’t yield any movement, Dudley pounded out the glass himself, “MOVE!” and yet the snake did nothing. Giving up Dudley moved on to the next enclosure giving Harry once again alone time with the snake.
“I am sorry about them.” Harry muttered more to himself then the snake. This caught the Snakes attention, here was a person speaking its own tongue something that hasn’t happened in ages; something the snake couldn’t pass up. So the snake gave a small wink to the young boy and a little chuckled at the surprise that came over the hatchling; ohh how the snake loved this, the snake wanted nothing more now then to help this small young hatchling.
“You can understand me?” Timidly Harry asked looking around to make sure that the Dursley haven’t noticed this. This caught the snake’s attention, this boy seemed not to notice that he was talking in another language, so this intrigued the snake greatly. The snake lifted its self-up to look at the young hatchling and nodded. Of course this action made the oversize boy look over, Dudley was fuming that the Freak could make that snake move, how dare he do something that he couldn’t do on HIS birthday.
Dudley stormed over to the enclosure, while Harry enjoyed the short time with the snake, asking it questions. The first person to ever talk to him as if he wasn’t a freak, well besides his spiders in his small cupboard. Dudley pushed his cousin out of the way and placed his two greasy hands all over the glass snake enclosure. Harry was mad, he felt heat buildup in around his body as he glared at his pig like cousin, the one-time Harry was talking to someone (be it even a snake) Dudley had to do something. The Heat snapped and the glass disappeared, Dudley taking a fall into the enclosure head first.
The snake seized its opportunity to escape this place once and for all; but at the same time not wanting to leave this young boy, no young wizard by himself. The snake lowered itself to the ground just in time for the glass of make an appearance as he made its way over to Harry, “Thanksss” The snake said to the young wizard, but not wanting to stay to long.
The boy gave the big snake a nod of his head scared of what to do; the snake began to leave, but as he did he told Harry a quick message, I will be there to help you young wizard. I will find you once again do not worry. The words echoed in Harry’s mind as the snake left and in its place a very angry Vernon staring down at the boy in disgust.
The smile quickly left the boy’s face as he knew that he did something freaky, something that he would truly be punished for.
* * *
His Uncle Vernon and Harry Left the zoo quickly leave this Aunt Petunia to gather Dudley and have a talk to the zoo staff about what happened today. Vernon was to hide the boy way from the world and punish him before his wife ever made it home, as she didn’t like to handle or see his punishments.
Vernon dragged Harry into the house by his hair yelling at him for the freakiness he showed at the Zoo of how he was to be punished. Harry all the while begging with Uncle to leave him be, that he didn’t mean to do. But made a mistake when he said the word Magic.
His Uncle had enough of this crazy talk to pushed Harry against his cupboard door, fumbling around with both his and Harry’s pants. “Listen here you little freak there is no such thing as Magic!” Without warning he thrusted into Harry, Harry yet out of strangle scream as he felt himself be violated in such a way, of course this wasn’t the first time, but his uncle didn’t do this very often.
When his uncle was done, he pushed Harry into his cupboard once again, slamming and locking it from the outside. Harry sat there a burning pain in his arse as blood dripped down his skinny thighs. Ohh how Harry wished that he could leave this place once and for all, before drifting into the darkness of unconsciousness.