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Something Out Of The Ordinary and Not In A Good Way
22, May 2007, chapter beta'd by Custard Dragon. Many thanks my Dragooony friend.
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~Chapter Three: Something Out Of the Ordinary and Not In A Good Way~
Harry was sitting on his bed, waiting for the inevitable. He had a curious sensation of being watched. When he thought about it, he'd had this curious sensation for most of the day. Odd as that seemed, Harry chalked it up to exhaustion, dismissing the idea as hallucination.
Harry began mentally preparing himself for another night of life with the Dursleys, hoping against hope that something would happen... anything that would change the nightly routine. His hopes were dashed as he heard the locks turning in the door. Harry steeled himself for the inevitable. Taking several deep breaths, he stood beside his bed, waiting….
Vernon Dursley casually sauntered into Harry’s room, a demonic grin playing across his face. Dudley Dursley stood at the door, a look of pure joy on his face. Harry sadly wondered how two people could take such enjoyment out of another’s pain, even if it was someone you supposedly hated.
“So, boy,” Vernon began, “you decided to sunbathe in the garden rather than clip the back hedge?” he sneered.
“Um, no, sir,” Harry answered weakly. “It was hot, I – I got overheated and fainted.”
“Shut your mouth, boy!” Vernon shouted. “Did I ask you a question?”
‘Yes, yes you did, you fat git,’ Harry answered to himself. Resigned to the inevitable, he turned toward the bed.
“Do not speak unless you are spoken to, you… you insolent freak!” Vernon continued. “What are you doing, boy?” he shouted as he noticed Harry facing the bed, preparing to lie down.
Harry looked into Vernon’s eyes incredulously, “You are going to punish me now, aren’t you?” he questioned, lying down on his stomach.
Harry’s actions seemed to infuriate his uncle. Harry didn’t know why. It was the same routine every night; Harry did nothing wrong, was locked in his room, Uncle Vernon came, Harry lay down on the bed, Vernon whipped him with his belt. Routine… the same routine they had been repeating, nearly every day, since he returned from Hogwarts in June.
Tonight, however, Vernon did not like Harry’s acceptance of the inevitable. Harry’s resignation to his fate seemed to have triggered something in his uncle, something that caused the hairs on Harry’s arms and the back of his neck to stand on end. An overwhelming fear crept over Harry, something bad was happening…
“What? Of course, I am going to punish you!” Vernon shrieked, his face contorting into a mask of pure anger and frustration. Vernon reached out and grabbed a fistful of Harry’s hair, jerking the boy’s head up violently. Harry could not hold back a gasp of pain.
“Perhaps we need new punishments, freak!” Vernon bellowed wildly. “Lie on your back, boy,” he demanded.
Harry looked up into his uncle’s eyes. Terror clenched his heart.
“My back, sir?” he said softly.
“YES, YOU DISGUSTING BOY! LIE ON YOUR BACK, FREAK!” Vernon shouted, as he removed his belt from his trousers.
Vernon’s face turned a violent shade of purple, and the vein in his forehead pulsed.
Harry began shaking. His brain screaming ‘Certainly, he was not going to do that…..’
Obediently, if reluctantly, Harry complied, his eyes wide with fear. He lay down on his bed, face up, looking at his uncle in complete terror. At least, on his back, he did not have to watch the belt strap swishing through the air. Things had now taken a decidedly, horrifying turn….
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~Chapter Three: Something Out Of the Ordinary and Not In A Good Way~
Harry was sitting on his bed, waiting for the inevitable. He had a curious sensation of being watched. When he thought about it, he'd had this curious sensation for most of the day. Odd as that seemed, Harry chalked it up to exhaustion, dismissing the idea as hallucination.
Harry began mentally preparing himself for another night of life with the Dursleys, hoping against hope that something would happen... anything that would change the nightly routine. His hopes were dashed as he heard the locks turning in the door. Harry steeled himself for the inevitable. Taking several deep breaths, he stood beside his bed, waiting….
Vernon Dursley casually sauntered into Harry’s room, a demonic grin playing across his face. Dudley Dursley stood at the door, a look of pure joy on his face. Harry sadly wondered how two people could take such enjoyment out of another’s pain, even if it was someone you supposedly hated.
“So, boy,” Vernon began, “you decided to sunbathe in the garden rather than clip the back hedge?” he sneered.
“Um, no, sir,” Harry answered weakly. “It was hot, I – I got overheated and fainted.”
“Shut your mouth, boy!” Vernon shouted. “Did I ask you a question?”
‘Yes, yes you did, you fat git,’ Harry answered to himself. Resigned to the inevitable, he turned toward the bed.
“Do not speak unless you are spoken to, you… you insolent freak!” Vernon continued. “What are you doing, boy?” he shouted as he noticed Harry facing the bed, preparing to lie down.
Harry looked into Vernon’s eyes incredulously, “You are going to punish me now, aren’t you?” he questioned, lying down on his stomach.
Harry’s actions seemed to infuriate his uncle. Harry didn’t know why. It was the same routine every night; Harry did nothing wrong, was locked in his room, Uncle Vernon came, Harry lay down on the bed, Vernon whipped him with his belt. Routine… the same routine they had been repeating, nearly every day, since he returned from Hogwarts in June.
Tonight, however, Vernon did not like Harry’s acceptance of the inevitable. Harry’s resignation to his fate seemed to have triggered something in his uncle, something that caused the hairs on Harry’s arms and the back of his neck to stand on end. An overwhelming fear crept over Harry, something bad was happening…
“What? Of course, I am going to punish you!” Vernon shrieked, his face contorting into a mask of pure anger and frustration. Vernon reached out and grabbed a fistful of Harry’s hair, jerking the boy’s head up violently. Harry could not hold back a gasp of pain.
“Perhaps we need new punishments, freak!” Vernon bellowed wildly. “Lie on your back, boy,” he demanded.
Harry looked up into his uncle’s eyes. Terror clenched his heart.
“My back, sir?” he said softly.
“YES, YOU DISGUSTING BOY! LIE ON YOUR BACK, FREAK!” Vernon shouted, as he removed his belt from his trousers.
Vernon’s face turned a violent shade of purple, and the vein in his forehead pulsed.
Harry began shaking. His brain screaming ‘Certainly, he was not going to do that…..’
Obediently, if reluctantly, Harry complied, his eyes wide with fear. He lay down on his bed, face up, looking at his uncle in complete terror. At least, on his back, he did not have to watch the belt strap swishing through the air. Things had now taken a decidedly, horrifying turn….