The boy who failed to die

Year1 Chapter 1

It is the 23 of June 1990 a normal day for many but for the family residing at 4 privet drive it is no normal day for it is their dudykins tenth birthday.

Among the family is a nuisance, a freak and an unwanted guest Harry Potter. Unfortunately for the boy this day means more chores, more work and mostly more punishment.

"Get up you retched brat and make dudykins his birthday breakfast or you're in big trouble." Petunia, the young boys aunt shouts through the vent on his cupboard door.

Harry's POV

I roll my eyes in pure and utter annoyance as my aunt petunia hammers away at my cupboard door to wake me up.

Sighing in frustration I get up from the hand-me-down blankets I call a bed I get into my clothes (old clothes from my pig of a cousin) and walk out of the small cupboard I've been forced to call a room for the past nearly ten years.

I walk into the kitchen which is too bright and colourful and get everything ready.

'Why should I have to do this, this is slaves work and I am no slave'

I fry eggs and bacon in the pan and grill the bread on the grill 'just as sweet ole duddykins likes it' as aunt petunia exaggerates every time I do it wrong.

I place three orange juices down at the table in the dining room and follow back through with their food just as the pig comes flying through the door.

A few minutes go by until I hear a shrill cry from the ding table that causes me to groan quietly.

"Oi boy get over here," uncle Vernon says in his usual menacing voice. I force myself not to roll my eyes as I don't fancy myself a punishment just yet.

Leaving my bit of scrambled egg I walk into the room where a very angry and red Uncle Vernon sits.

"Yes uncle Vernon?" I ask innocently playing the act of a submissive dog as they wish. While inside I'm burning with fury. Who is he to degrade me by calling me anything less than sire.

"Why are there only five streaks of bacon on my Dudley's plate when it's usually no less than 8,"

'I don't know ask your sorry excuse for a son I put 10 pieces on it's not my fault he not only acts like a pig but also eats like one,'

I thought to myself silently or at least I thought it was silent until I feel a strong sting to my face and feel my body hitting the floor.

So much for no punishment yet. I think to myself in humour.

"How dare you, you little freak. Saying that about my son on his special day no less,"

I shudder as I hear the belt depart from his jeans and swing through the air. I bite back a scream and hold in my tears as the pain is so brutally blinding. This goes on for a while I have lost count of how long and how many times he struck me.

I think over all the things he has done to me and how much I wish him dead. He beaten, starved, locked up, burned and abused me in ways no young child should have to experience and I feel my anger rise until it has blinded my rational thoughts with ones of revenge.

Before I know what's happening I hear a loud thud come from behind me and two very Deafening screams come from behind me. I slowly look behind me and see the wonderful sight of my uncle Vernon knocked out with blood gushing from his head.

I smile to myself and imagine fire. I see Fire before me and I can't believe it. It isn't the usual type of fire though it is green and black with hints of blue in there.

Aunt Petunia and Dudley have ceased they're screaming but are still looking for a way to put the fire out. It seems impossible though and it's spreading rapidly destroying everything in its way.

I stand up on my wobbly legs and walk toward the back door towards the bushes that cover the perimeter of the house. I look towards the door I walked though and lock it.

I am not quite sure how I did it but I do know that I was right I'm special. I'm not a freak and I'm going to show them all.

I find the spot where midnight lives. Midnight is a snake I met when I was six I had a rough day and I escaped to the gardens where I found her.

Flashback

I walk through the gardens with a few stray tears running down face. I don't know what I did wrong I only wanted to try some chocolate cake it smelt so nice.

I got beaten and whipped for it.

Luckily my body has always healed impossibly fast and I can already feel the opened and irritated skin healing.

I sit on the grass and put my head between my legs I made sure to get as far away from the house as I could in case they spot me that would cause even worse punishment.

I hear something shuffling through the grass and hear a voice.

'SSStupid humansss, getting in my way and trying to ssssteal my land. They already took enough,'

I look around to see nothing but a snake, a very beautiful dark snake. It has scales the colour of a pure and clear night. And it's eyes are a bewitching reddish colour with green traces.

'What are you ssstaring at ssstupid humanss?'

'I apologissse, I did not mean to ssstare for ssso long I just haven't met a sssnake so different looking before,'

It looks at me in a way that I believe is shocked and asked me if I was a speaker I don't know what that is but she said it's what magical people who can talk to snakes are called and it's a very rare gift.

So I am special.

'What issss your name?'

I question her but she doesn't have a name. I ask her if she likes the name midnight to match her scales and she agree with me.

Flashback over

Ever since I have visited when ever I could.

'Little one I need to leave I may have sset my family on fire along with their houssse.'

She slithers at long the ground towards my feet and I read down so she can slither up my arms towards my neck.

She had waited for this day for awhile.

'Could you sshow me the entry to the magic world little one?'

'Of course little hatchling,'

It is the 23 of June 1990 a normal day for many but for the family residing at 4 privet drive it is no normal day for it is their dudykins tenth birthday.

Among the family is a nuisance, a freak and an unwanted guest Harry Potter. Unfortunately for the boy this day means more chores, more work and mostly more punishment.

"Get up you retched brat and make dudykins his birthday breakfast or you're in big trouble." Petunia, the young boys aunt shouts through the vent on his cupboard door.

Harry's POV

I roll my eyes in pure and utter annoyance as my aunt petunia hammers away at my cupboard door to wake me up.

Sighing in frustration I get up from the hand-me-down blankets I call a bed I get into my clothes (old clothes from my pig of a cousin) and walk out of the small cupboard I've been forced to call a room for the past nearly ten years.

I walk into the kitchen which is too bright and colourful and get everything ready.

'Why should I have to do this, this is slaves work and I am no slave'

I fry eggs and bacon in the pan and grill the bread on the grill 'just as sweet ole duddykins likes it' as aunt petunia exaggerates every time I do it wrong.

I place three orange juices down at the table in the dining room and follow back through with their food just as the pig comes flying through the door.

A few minutes go by until I hear a shrill cry from the ding table that causes me to groan quietly.

"Oi boy get over here," uncle Vernon says in his usual menacing voice. I force myself not to roll my eyes as I don't fancy myself a punishment just yet.

Leaving my bit of scrambled egg I walk into the room where a very angry and red Uncle Vernon sits.

"Yes uncle Vernon?" I ask innocently playing the act of a submissive dog as they wish. While inside I'm burning with fury. Who is he to degrade me by calling me anything less than sire.

"Why are there only five streaks of bacon on my Dudley's plate when it's usually no less than 8,"

'I don't know ask your sorry excuse for a son I put 10 pieces on it's not my fault he not only acts like a pig but also eats like one,'

I thought to myself silently or at least I thought it was silent until I feel a strong sting to my face and feel my body hitting the floor.

So much for no punishment yet. I think to myself in humour.

"How dare you, you little freak. Saying that about my son on his special day no less,"

I shudder as I hear the belt depart from his jeans and swing through the air. I bite back a scream and hold in my tears as the pain is so brutally blinding. This goes on for a while I have lost count of how long and how many times he struck me.

I think over all the things he has done to me and how much I wish him dead. He beaten, starved, locked up, burned and abused me in ways no young child should have to experience and I feel my anger rise until it has blinded my rational thoughts with ones of revenge.

Before I know what's happening I hear a loud thud come from behind me and two very Deafening screams come from behind me. I slowly look behind me and see the wonderful sight of my uncle Vernon knocked out with blood gushing from his head.

I smile to myself and imagine fire. I see Fire before me and I can't believe it. It isn't the usual type of fire though it is green and black with hints of blue in there.

Aunt Petunia and Dudley have ceased they're screaming but are still looking for a way to put the fire out. It seems impossible though and it's spreading rapidly destroying everything in its way.

I stand up on my wobbly legs and walk toward the back door towards the bushes that cover the perimeter of the house. I look towards the door I walked though and lock it.

I am not quite sure how I did it but I do know that I was right I'm special. I'm not a freak and I'm going to show them all.

I find the spot where midnight lives. Midnight is a snake I met when I was six I had a rough day and I escaped to the gardens where I found her.

Flashback

I walk through the gardens with a few stray tears running down face. I don't know what I did wrong I only wanted to try some chocolate cake it smelt so nice.

I got beaten and whipped for it.

Luckily my body has always healed impossibly fast and I can already feel the opened and irritated skin healing.

I sit on the grass and put my head between my legs I made sure to get as far away from the house as I could in case they spot me that would cause even worse punishment.

I hear something shuffling through the grass and hear a voice.

'SSStupid humansss, getting in my way and trying to ssssteal my land. They already took enough,'

I look around to see nothing but a snake, a very beautiful dark snake. It has scales the colour of a pure and clear night. And it's eyes are a bewitching reddish colour with green traces.

'What are you ssstaring at ssstupid humanss?'

'I apologissse, I did not mean to ssstare for ssso long I just haven't met a sssnake so different looking before,'

It looks at me in a way that I believe is shocked and asked me if I was a speaker I don't know what that is but she said it's what magical people who can talk to snakes are called and it's a very rare gift.

So I am special.

'What issss your name?'

I question her but she doesn't have a name. I ask her if she likes the name midnight to match her scales and she agree with me.

Flashback over

Ever since I have visited when ever I could.

'Little one I need to leave I may have sset my family on fire along with their houssse.'

She slithers at long the ground towards my feet and I read down so she can slither up my arms towards my neck.

She had waited for this day for awhile.

'Could you sshow me the entry to the magic world little one?'

'Of course little hatchling,'

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