Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ To Live A Forgotten Dream ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Warning: VERY GRAPHIC CHAPTER

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Memories of Hell: Blood, Tears, and Realizations…

Ron was the first to walk into his Snape's office and see a stunned Harry lying half naked on the couch, severely injured.

“Bloody hell, you fucking bastard, what did you do to him?” he yelled at the black-haired man. Everyone else had stopped at the door at this statement.

Snape sneered, “You don't honestly think I would strike him, do you? Apparently he's been running around in a rather complex glamour for the past day or so. I realized this and removed it. I had to stun him to keep him from running off.” The three other adults and two teens looked at each other in confusion.

“Professor, why would Harry need to use a glamour spell?” Hermione asked. The man's expression softened, “That's why we're here. I have an idea, but I'm not sure. I need the Headmaster's permission to use Legilimency.” He glanced at Dumbledore, who nodded, and conjured enough chairs for everyone.

“This might be rather graphic, so if you feel you need to leave, do so.” Everyone nodded and sat down. Snape followed their example, and then pointed his wand at Harry's temple before whispering `multi-legillimans projecta'. Immediately memories of Harry's life at the Dursley's were projected in front of the six.

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Harry was a skinny, black-haired, green eyed three years old. He was wearing slightly too large clothes, hand-me-downs from his cousin Dudley, and was carrying a rag in one hand while holding up his pants in the other. Currently he was reaching towards the large glass swan on top of the coffee table in the parlor to clean it.

He was stretching as far as he could when the front door slammed and he lost his balance, knocking over the graceful swan as he fell. The glass figure fell directly on its elegant neck and, with a crack, broke off. Harry stood up and looked at the once beautiful sculpture with tears in his eyes.

(A/N: Baby talk ahead…)

He ran into the kitchen where his aunt was preparing lunch and buried his face in her leg, “Mama, I'm sorwy, I didin mean to broked the bird.” Petunia had a small smile on her lips until she noticed who it was now attached to her leg. She sneered and kicked him off.

“You pathetic piece of filth, I am not, nor ever will be, your mother!” she screeched at him. He cowered, hurt in his eyes. “What did you break this time, you worthless freak?” He pointed to the parlor and followed after her when she stormed off. She shrieked when she saw the broken body of the once graceful swan, and picked up the small boy, throwing him in his cupboard as she passed into the kitchen.

Five hours later the front door slammed harder as Vernon came home from work, “Petunia, Dudley, I'm home!” “Dada, dada!” a slightly portly three year old with blond hair came tearing into the foyer from the kitchen. Vernon picked up the boy and hugged him as Petunia followed at a more sedate pace. She kissed he husband hello before the small family went into the kitchen to eat dinner.

After Dudley was put to bed, Petunia told Vernon of the occurrences earlier that day. Face purple with rage, he stormed over to Harry's cupboard and wrenched the door open. Harry was curled into a ball, trying to sleep when a large hand painfully grabbed his neck and pulled him from the cupboard. He was flung the floor as Vernon began to berate him. He tried to listen, but failed as Vernon backhanded him.

The man froze and wildly looked around as though waiting for something. When it didn't come, a malicious grin spread across his face as he began to hit and kicked his nephew. Harry didn't make a sound as the blows were inflicted upon his small body. After ten minutes of this, Harry was thrown back into his cupboard with many cuts and bruises, as well as a sprained wrist, broken ankle and concussion.

Harry had curled up in a ball, silently crying, as a golden glow surrounded him and the pain and blood disappeared. After his injuries healed, Harry fell asleep with a small smile on his face after murmuring a small, “Thank you, mum.” to the darkness of the cupboard.

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The viewers had a hard time believing what they had seen, until the rest of the memories of the next three years showed much the same thing, sometimes worse. Often he was beaten with a belt and odd things around the house. Each time the golden glow came back and healed the boy. Many terrible things were done to him; however, nothing could have prepared them for what they saw next.

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Vernon was in the parlor as Harry was washing dishes in the kitchen. Petunia had taken Dudley out shopping, as he had outgrown his newest clothes at an astounding rate. He had just finished up and was about to drain the sink when a hoarse voice from the parlor called out, “Boy! Bring me a cup of tea!” “Yes, Uncle Vernon!” Harry answered, already putting the kettle on the stove.

Ten minutes later, Harry handed a steaming cup of tea to his uncle. As he turned to leave, a hand grabbed his hair and pulled him back. “Did I dismiss you?” a voice hissed behind him. Harry shook his head, “No, sir.” he whimpered as he felt the hot breath on his neck when Vernon whispered in his ear, “What do you think I should do about this?” Harry remained silent, knowing his uncle was going to beat him and determined not to make it any worse.

Vernon began punching and kicking the small boy repeatedly before pulling his shirt open and pouring the hot tea down his back. Harry screamed as the boiling liquid scalded his flesh. The beefy man began kicking him once more, moving him a little each time, until they reached the kitchen.

“Get up! Get up and get a rag to clean up the mess you made in the parlor!” Harry tried, but couldn't move. Vernon stomped away for a minute, but quickly came back with a butcher knife. He ripped the boy's shirt off and began to cut into his skin. Harry screamed, but was quickly silenced when he was backhanded.

`Lazy', `Freak', and `Burden' were carved onto various places on his body as he struggled to remain silent under his uncle's torture. Finally, the man ceased. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. It was very short lived, however, as Vernon ripped off his remaining clothes and violently entered him.

Harry screamed and cried as his uncle grunted like a pig behind him. Blood poured out of his wounds and down his leg from the ultimate violation. Harry sobbed while Vernon took is innocence, crying for the pain and humiliation he was enduring.

When Vernon finished, he drug the boy out into the foyer and threw him into his cupboard, then proceeded to clean up the evidence of his misdeeds.

Harry curled up in a ball in his cupboard, pain felt through out his entire body. This time, after the golden g low, he continued crying because he finally realized that he was truly alone.

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Everyone was crying when this scene finished playing. They couldn't believe what the poor young man lying in front of them had endured. They continued to watch as Vernon's sadistic `games' continued. It seems that Petunia remained unaware of the full abuse Harry suffered at the hands of her husband, and Vernon made sure that no one found out.

The `games' ceased once Harry started Hogwarts, but the beatings only became less frequent. That was, until the end of Fifth year.

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Harry was backhanded as soon as he entered his bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive. He was sent flying in to the opposite wall. “No one threatens me! No one! You'll pay for this, boy! You'll pay for putting your freak friends up to this!” each word was punctuated by a punch or a kick. One of the most severe beatings he had had accompanied this statement, and this time, no golden glow.

The next few months were Hell on Earth for the young man as he was forced to do dozens of hard chores and was beaten at least once daily. He did write the required letters to the Order, with Vernon standing over his shoulder the whole time, all saying the same thing, he was fine, the Dursleys were being pretty nice and leaving him alone, etc. etc. Luckily, Vernon hadn't started his `games' again.

His sleep, when he managed it, was far from restful until he began to brew the Dreamless Sleep potion like he had had to do the year before. He managed to get out secret orders for the ingredients at night time and keep the potion vials hidden underneath the loose floorboard in his room.

By the time September First rolled around, he was a mess. As soon as he stepped though the barrier at Platform 9