Itoshii Sune-ku

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Itoshii Sune-ku*
Chapter 2: Sona Shisome Ato Sugoi Naka.
July 19th. 1992

"Harry!! Are you done in there?!?" A woman yelled. Tall, with greying brownish hair, and long slightly horse shaped features, Petunia Dursley never acted like a kind woman. Shrewd, and cruel-tongued, this woman was something to be reckoned with. "I'm almost done, Aunt Petunia, I just can't wrap my arm right." Petunia opened the bathroom door and poked her head in, lowering her voice to below a whisper. "Do you want me to help you, Harry?" She asked, surprisingly gentle.

Harry, a small six year old boy with extremely dark black hair, wet and stuck to his head. Bright green eyes, shielded behind thick, black, bottle cap glasses. Bony shoulders, drangerously thin waist, and bony legs and ankles. The boy looked like a small angel standing there, staring with wide eyes at his aunt. The pale skin, with tiny pinkish scars criss-crossing his back, chest, and stomach, giving him a distinct fallen angel look. Petunia took one look at his arm and sighed, stepping quietly into the blue-white tiled bathroom. Snatching the medical tape, and cloths from the sink top and Harry's hand, she methodically wrapped Harry's left upper arm. A gash had been made on his arm. At least a little more than an inch deep, shaped in a large 'F' vertically down his arm. Wrapping the gauz about his arm, covering the entire area, before messily tying a piece of medical tape about it.

Staring down at his arm, now wrapped up tightly, Harry quietly said, "Thank you, Aunt Petunia. Are you sure you really want to leave? I know I can take care of you, here." Petunia smiled down at her nephew, straightening up and ruffling his wet hair, making it stand on end every which way. "We'll be fine, Harry. I'll take you and Dudley away from here. I may not have liked your mother once she started going to school, but I'd never turn away one of her children; should they ever need my help. I just wish, someone would come and save you from this hell." She sighed, then chuckled quietly when Harry tugged her thumb gently and said, chiding, "You're not s'posed to swear, Aunt."

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"Boy, are you done yet?" Huge. Fat. Over-weight. Enormous. Did I mention fat? Yes. All those words and more is what Harry would call his uncle. He would never say them aloud, of course. His aunt took great pains to teach him proper manners, and he would not disappoint her. In front of a stove, Harry stood perched atop a stool, silently preparing his uncle and cousin's breakfast. He had started out with eggs, but his seven year old old cousin, Dudley, had ruined that. He had had a dozen eggs fried, another dozen scrambled, and three omelettes prepared, before Dudley had come running in while Harry was carrying the plate of fried eggs to the dining table. Running straight across Harry's path, causing him to stumble, trying not to hit his cousin in the head, and instead falling backwards and dropping the plate full of eggs, right on the kitchen floor. He had received an ear-full from his uncle about being clumsy, and a knock to the left side of his head. The blow was forceful enough that now, two days later, he still couldn't hear quite well out of it.

Sighing, Harry left the kitchen after cleaning up and headed out the back door. Walking a little ways and looking out past the bushes and hedges, and into the slight woods beyond his relatives' home. Harry could see his young fox cub. Walking further, looking back to make sure his cousin wasn't looking out any of the windows. Sitting down, Harry pulled out several pieces of bacon he had snatched from the morning meal. The red and white fox cub bounded out of the trees, hopping up into Harry's lap.

"Hello, girl. How are you? Have you been all right? I'm sorry I haven't been out here with you. Uncle has given me many chores today. But I brought you some food. Your favorite, Puriti, bacon. Made it myself." Harry smiled down at the fox, Puriti. And he sat there, until Puriti had eaten all the bacon, and had fallen half-asleep in his lap. But a sudden yell had him and Puriti jumping to their feet.

"Harry!! Harry! Come in, quickly! Hurry now! Your uncle's home! You must be in your room!" Harry took off running into the house at his aunt's urgent shouts and was just about in his little cupboard when his uncle grabbed hold of his wrist tightly. "You're supposed to be in your room when I get home, boy. Why aren't you?" His uncle said, scowling darkly. "I am just now finishing my chores, sir. I wanted them done well for you before you came home." Quiet, respectful, and always make it sound as if you're his servant. You always get less severe beatings that way. "I will deal with you after dinner. Do NOT hide." With that he stormed upstairs. Harry looked to his aunt. She wasn't happy. Her eyes were watery. "I'll be fine, Aunt Petunia. Remember? I said I would take care of you here. I will." She smiled, blew him a kiss, and told him she'd be down later in the night.

'Hooboy. I'm in for a long night. Hmm...I wonder if it's my birthday yet. I'll be eight soon. Or was it seven? Well, I better get ready for him. *Sigh* Here comes another beating. Goodbye use of my arm again.' Harry rolled his eyes, then climbed into his small, but cozy cupboard to await the beast.

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Hello. Probably doing everything terrible, huh? Like I said, I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. But it's so much fun to just wing it. So I am! ^^; Heh, heh. Well, have a good night folks, I'm going to bed. ~Messa~