Darkness of Souls

Moonlight shone softly through the curtainless windows and into the room beyond, softly illuminating a young boy's face. He looked up and the silvery light caught troubled emerald eyes, shimmering with uncertain tears. Harry Potter sat on the thin matress, his fingers twisted in the thin sheets, creasing the freshly ironed cotton in his fists.
Snape. The name echoed hollowly in his head. The man had done something to him, something, but he couldn't remember what. But it was there, probing the back of his mind, taunting him, teasing him. He wanted to crack the charm, release the memory that he knew had been hidded from him, but every time he came close it slipped away again.
Eventually he lay down again, drifting into an uneasy sleep, drenched in nightmares.
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"BOY! BOY, GET UP NOW!" Vernon's voice could be heard even over the insistent pounding of his fist against Harry's door. "UP! AND COME AND MAKE BREAKFAST!"
Harry dragged himself from the warm bed, shivering as his feet met the cold uncovered floorboards. He padded over to the wardrobe and tried to find something that might almost fit his small frame. Pulling out a pair of oversized jeans and a t-shirt that came down almost to his knees, he glanced in the mirror. His hair was in even more dissarray than usual, sticking up all over the place, falling in his eyes. His cheeks were streaked with tears and his toungue was bleeding where he'd bitten through it last night in a desperate attempt to stop himself screaming in annoyance. He hadn't broken Snape's charm, he'd been up into the small hours of the morning trying desperatley to break it, but to no avail, it lay dormant and teasing at the back of his brain.
Sighing, he tore his gaze away from the mirror and made his way downstairs.
Petunia was away with her sister who's husband had just died in a car crash and she wanted something to take her mind off him. More like she wanted to celebrate the untimely death and spend some of the compensation money she had gained.
Harry picked up a saucepan off the rack and placed it on the hob to heat. Seconds lated, Dudley came running through the kitchen as fast as his fat legs would carry him, swiftly followed by Piers Polkiss, a rat faced boy who followed Dudley like he was a god.
Dudley immediatley threw himself into a chair infront of the television, turned it on and yelled;
"WHERE'S MY BREAKFAST?" Polkiss sat down beside him, a respectable distance away so as not to get punched if something went wrong on whatever he was playing.
The sound of screams and gun shots reached Harry as he fryed bacon and eggs for his fat cousin. He shuddered as he thought of what Dudley was doing, masacaring people without a care in the world.
One of his friends had got him a gun last year and he had shot a cat with it, not seeming to know the differance between the cat and a computer game.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Dudley suddenly yelled as he got shot. The fist went out and Polkiss veered out of the way, almost falling off his stool as he tried to avoid Dudley's fist.
Harry had jumped when Dudley had screamed and was thankful he had put down the saucepan moments before hand. Polkiss screamed as he fell over and Dudley crashed his fists down upon the table.
This was going to be a very long day Harry decided as he turned back to the bacon...

TBC

AN; feedback would be nice, if only to tell me that I got my spelling wrong. I don't know where this will go, I had a plot but I lost it in the chaos that is my bedroom.