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Chapter 4
The Escape
Harry woke up panting; he had had another nightmare about his uncle. As Harry laid in his bed he was caught in a conflict. One side he knew he needed to get out of his bed so he could go to the bathroom; the other side was all he wanted to do was just roll over and let his dreams claim him once again.
Harry's fight to go back to sleep was short lived. The pain in his bladder was beginning to become extremely painful. Harry jumped out of bed, grabbed a pair of sleep pants and ran down the hall to the bathroom. After he exited the bathroom he could hear a heated argument between his aunt and uncle.
"Vernon, you really need to come! Dudley is counting on you!"
"Well, I can't leave the boy alone here! He'll tear the place down. You saw what he did to the wall!"
"We can just bring him then."
"Oh, so he can completely ruin Dudley's trip. I think not!"
"Vernon! You have to be there!"
"DUDLEY!!!" Harry watched his fat cousin run out of his room. Dudley knocked Harry over before running down the stairs to his father. "You don't need me to come watch you box. I already know that you're going to win. So you wouldn't mind if I missed this one match would you?"
"But father." Harry could hear Dudley start; he knew that Dudley wasn't going to give up this easy. Dudley would probably only want me around so he could use me for practice.
"Well I can't very well leave him here alone. So that's it, I'm staying and you two can go. Conversation over! After breakfast I want you two to pack your bags and be going. I don't want you to miss the train."
After a few minutes of Harry staying upstairs, so he could make sure the argument was over; he walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Harry slowly started to sit down; his body still hurt him greatly. When Harry took his seat at the table he received a nasty glare from his cousin. Harry's uncle started to rattle off to Harry how Dudley and Petunia would be going on a one week trip for Dudley's boxing match. He didn't really pay too much attention; he had already heard the whole argument.
When breakfast was over, Harry started on the dishes while his aunt and cousin went upstairs to pack. Harry could hear someone walking up behind him. He tried to ignore the sound but he knew he couldn't. Harry's body went stiff when he felt his uncle's breath against the back of his neck.
Harry dropped the plate that he was washing when he felt his uncle grab his crotch. Harry gasped out from the pain. Harry could feel his uncle lean in towards him and whisper into his ear, "Why don't you go ahead and scream for you aunt. She'll make me stop. I know you want it to stop. Why don't you scream… I know you want your dear old uncle to stop beating you. Now all you have to do is just scream out."
Harry knew that his uncle was just playing with his mind. His uncle knew that Harry wanted it to stop more than anything in the world. But Harry also knew that if he screamed out he was going to get it worse the next time.
Harry picked up another dirty plate out of the sink and tried to continue to wash the dishes. He was trying to ignore the other man who was pressed up against him. "Oh, so you're a mute now, eh?" His uncle taunted as he flashed a knife in front of Harry's eyes. His uncle started to rub the knife against Harry. Harry bit his bottom lip trying not to scream out for help. A tear rolled down his cheek from rage and frustration.
He continued to try and wash the dishes but failed miserably. Vernon grabbed the dish out of Harry's hand and put in back into the sink. He grabbed Harry's hair and jerked Harry's head back. His uncle pressed his lips against Harry's ear and whisper to him, "You best watch yourself, boy. When they are gone nobody will be able to hear you scream. Nobody will be able to save you then."
Harry felt himself being grabbed and shoved out of the kitchen. Harry's head busted against the corner of the table in the entryway, causing his glasses to shatter. The glass from the lens made a gash above his left eye. He then landed on the ground hard. He had gotten a mouth full of carpet and several carpet burns. Harry looked up at his uncle but his vision blurred as the blood from his cut started to trickle down into his eyes.
He heard his uncle whisper harshly at him, "Go upstairs and get Dudley's and Petunia's bags." Harry looked, well, tried to look at his uncle in disbelief. "NOW!!"
Vernon gave him a hard kick into his side; Harry scrambled to get up. He tripped over himself as he attempted to run up the stairs. Harry wiped the cut off with the back of his hand, only causing the blood to smear even more across his face. Harry walked by Dudley's room and continued down the hall to the master bedroom.
The door was already open so he walked in. Aunt Petunia's suitcase was sitting on the bed. Harry walked over to the bed and grabbed the suitcase. He heard a noise behind him; he turned around and there was his aunt. When she looked at Harry her mouth fell open and a stifled sound came out.
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Petunia Dursley was upstairs in the master bedroom of her home packing. She was furious with her husband. He's been acting so strangely. He has never missed any of Dudley's matches. I just can't believe that he's not coming. This just doesn't seem like him. He has been acting so odd since the day Harry punched a hole into the wall. I guess he figures that Harry will do something again. I don't blame him; Harry has been and never will be anything but trouble.
As she was putting a few dresses into her suitcases she heard one of her plates fall and crash. That damned boy. He has no respect for anything. Always tearing our stuff up. He has been nothing but a burden for my family and me. Why did Dumbledore have to put him here of all places? Couldn't he have gone to live with that murdering godfather of his? Sometime I wish he had died along with his parents. No, wait, I don't wish that. The poor boy has suffered enough without me wishing him dead.
Petunia put the last few items that she had into her suitcase and zipped it up. She heard a loud thud coming from down stairs shortly followed by a strangled cry. She tried to ignore it; she just figured that Harry must have tripped and fallen. Petunia walked into her private bathroom to check her makeup once again before heading out of the house. She heard someone enter her room so she walked out.
She saw the back of Harry holding her suitcase. The boy turned around and she let out a startled cry. Harry just looked so…so awful. Harry's eyes were red from the tears, he had blood smeared across his face, he had a huge gash on his forehead, it looked as though he had bitten his lip to hard for it was bleeding too, brusies were starting to take form on Harry's arms and stomach, his right eye looked like it had been blackened, it looked as though he had a few carpet burns on his body.
Petunia had never seen anyone look so battered before. She couldn't have imagined what had happened to the boy. Petunia walked over towards him she raised her hand to touch Harry's face. He flinched away; he was scared of her touch. Why is he so frightened of me? What happened to him? Why does it look like he has been crying or something?
"Harry…"she began to say. "Harry, what happened to you?" She tried to ask as gently as she could.
Harry didn't answer her. He picked her suitcase up once again and walked out of the room. He walked down the hallway to Dudley's room. Harry took a deep breath before knocking on his door. Slowly, he opened the door and entered. Dudley gave him an odd look before nodding towards his packed clothing. He grabbed Dudley's suitcases and walked back out of his room.
He walked down the stairs and out of the house. Harry put the suitcases into the trunk of the car and went back into the house. When Harry entered his uncle gave him a nasty look. Harry walked up the stairs and went into his room. He laid down onto his bed. When he raised his head up off of the pillow he noticed that his head was still bleeding.
The raven-haired boy picked himself up off of the bed. Harry was about to go to the bathroom to clean himself up when he heard his uncle yelling his name. He turned around and started to walk back down the stairs. He came face to face with the Dursleys.
"Now, I don't want you to tear anything up while I drive them to King's Cross. I should be back soon." His uncle warned him.
They walked out of the house and slammed the door into Harry's face. Harry looked out the window at them. They were all smiling and for some reason Dudley was laughing. He watched them get into the car and drive away. Harry returned back upstairs and went into the bathroom. He washed his face, attempting to cleanse the blood.
Harry looked up at the medicine cabinet. He knew that this would probably be the only chance he had. He opened the cabinet. He searched through it until he found a familiar item. His fingers twisted around the object. Harry brought the familiar cold object to his pale skin before letting it rip through the pale flesh on his arm. Harry figured that nobody would notice it; it blended right in with all of the other cuts and bruises.
A sharp gasp interrupted into the room. Harry's whole body shook from the pain. But the pain was good pain; it was controllable pain. It was Harry's option on whether he got to feel this type of pain. No one else could change this. Not one person could make Harry stop it or do it. It was his choice. He had control over at least one thing in his life and this was it.
Soon after cutting himself, Harry walked back into his room. He laid himself down onto his bed. He laid his head upon the blood stained pillow. Harry shut his eyes, trying to wish away his life. Harry laid there not wanting to move. He hoped that he could die, that he could fly away from this life.
Harry started to drift off to slumber land when he heard a car pull up into the driveway. Harry crushed his eyes shut hoping that he was imaging the sound of a car. He heard the sound of a car door slam. Harry bit down onto his lips. He hoped that if he focused on it not being real then maybe it wouldn't be real.
Harry heard the sound of the front door opening. His body began to shake uncontrollably; he was frightened. He was wishing that his mind could at least escape even if he couldn't. Harry heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. He began to take in sharp gasps. Harry was trying so hard just to make it all seem like a dream even though he knew it wasn't.
Harry heard the sound of his door opening. Harry bit down on his lips even harder trying to make himself stop shaking and to try and stop gasping. Harry could feel someone sit down beside him on the bed. A tear started to roll down his cheek. Harry felt someone reach out and touch his arm. Harry shoved his face into his blood stained pillow. He was scared. He knew what was going to happen, again.
Harry felt someone grab his face and turn it around. Harry's eyes fluttered open and tried to see the person in front of him. The man showed no emotion towards Harry. More tears started to roll down Harry's red cheeks. Harry felt the man's hands began to drag him off of his bed. Harry felt like he was to become sick.
Harry was rolled off the bed and onto the floor landing on his stomach. Harry started to sob even harder into the carpet. All he wanted to do was to disappear, to melt away and never have to come back. Harry knew that if he couldn't disappear at least his mind could go somewhere else. His mind could escape. His mind could go to a happier place. His mind could go to a happy life that Harry had never got to know.
Harry could feel his uncle run his hands across his back. Harry started to breathe harder and faster. He was starting to make himself hyperventilate. Harry could hear the sound of his uncle taking his belt off of his jeans. Harry bit his lip with such pressure that his tender lips split open; he was trying to keep himself from moaning out.
Harry felt his uncle's leather belt slide across his skin. Harry's body was covered in sweat. He was nervous and anxious and scared. Harry could hear the sound of the belt going through the air. Harry slammed his eyes shut waiting for the contact to be made. Harry felt his uncle's belt whip against his skin. Harry screamed out. Harry felt his uncle hit him again with the belt, this time he could feel the skin on his back peel away. Harry's body began to thrash around. He wanted to get out; he wanted to get away. Harry's uncle grabbed him as he hit him again and again with the belt.
Harry felt his uncle tighten his grip on him, making Harry stop thrashing around. All Harry could do now was just lay there. He couldn't escape; he couldn't fight his uncle off unless he wanted to be broken in half like a twig. Harry could feel his uncle beating him with the belt harder and faster. Harry started to cry once again. His uncle was by no means being gentle.
Harry heard his uncle groan. Harry felt like he was going to end up becoming sick. Harry could feel his skin completely rip open, he could feel his back begin to gush out blood. Harry almost sighed with relief; it was over. Harry could feel his uncle letting go of him. Harry's breath started to slow down. Harry could hear his uncle start to put his belt on himself once again. Harry's tears began to dry. Harry could hear his uncle leave the room. Harry couldn't do anything. Harry was left there lying helpless and hurt.
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One week later, Harry was lying in his bed asleep. It was two hours before Vernon Dursley would have to go pick his wife and son up from the train station. Vernon, who was wide wake started to leave the kitchen and head upstairs for his nephew's room. He slowly turned the doorknob and entered the room. He shut the door behind him. Vernon walked over to the bed. He looked down at the sleeping boy.
Harry was lying in his bed having another nightmare about strange people dieing. He started to thrash out and become violent. Harry faintly heard a door opening and shutting but he thought that it was all a part of his dream. Harry began to hear more noises, like someone undressing like someone removing a belt, and someone climbing onto a bed. But he still thought that it was his dream.
Harry suddenly felt like he was naked, like his shirt had been ripped off of his small frame. Harry's eyes burst open as his uncle's belt came into contact with his skin. He then knew that it wasn't a dream. His mind was still somewhat sleep clogged so he didn't know exactly what was going on.
Harry could feel his uncle grabbing on to him. He could feel the belt thrashing against his back. Harry tried to pull away, but he couldn't move. Harry started to try and hit his uncle with his hands but his uncle just grabbed them and held them down. Harry tried to kick at his uncle, but they just got tangled up in the sheets. It was useless; he was trapped once again underneath his uncle.
After Vernon was done he grabbed his belt, put it on, and left the room. Harry tried to get up; he needed to go use the bathroom. Then he heard his uncle in the shower; he was afraid to move while his uncle was still in the house, let alone go to the bathroom. So instead of getting up and going to the bathroom, Harry just laid there in his bed.
While Harry's uncle was in the shower Harry was trying to come up with a way to get out of the house. He quickly decided that if he were to do anything it should be while his uncle was picking up Petunia and Dudley. He decided that as soon as he leaves Harry should run downstairs, pick the lock to the cupboard, put his belongings back in his trunk, run out of the house, wave his wand so that the Knight Bus would come get him, and go to Diagon Alley.
An hour later and Harry heard his uncle open the front door and walk out. Harry slowly sat up in his bed; he was waiting. Then he heard it, the engine starting. Harry quickly jumped out of his bed and threw some of his clothes on. He grabbed his pillowcase that was under the loose floorboard.
Harry ran down the hall to the bathroom and threw the medicine cabinet open. He was searching for an item that he knew would be very very useful. Harry was growing antsy; he couldn't find it. Finally when he was about to turn away he saw it. He quickly grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket.
Harry began to run down the stairs, he couldn't exactly see right without his glasses so he had to guess that he was on the steps right. He figured that he didn't have any more steps; he was wrong. He tripped and fell. Harry busted his chin open on the hard floor.
He didn't care; all he knew was that he needed to get the hell out of there. He knew that no one would be able to save him, but him. Nobody knew what was going on, and Harry didn't want anyone to know what had happened. Harry knew that if he wanted out of that house he was going to have to break out himself. He knew that he couldn't wait around for someone to finally show up and help him. He had to do it himself. He was going to be his own saviour.
Harry picked himself up off of the floor and ran over to the cupboard. Harry shoved his hand into his pocket searching for the thing that he had just placed there. He pulled it out; it was a bobby pin. He quickly went to work at trying to unlock it. When he thought he had it, the bobby pin broke.
Harry quickly ran back upstairs to grab another one. When he came back down stairs he shot a glance at the clock. He figured that he had about 10 minutes to get out. He quickly started to get to work on trying to pick the lock once again. This time he managed to get it open.
Harry quickly grabbed his trunk and broom out of the cupboard. Harry opened his trunk and shoved all of his belongs into it. He took another look back at the clock. SHIT!! They should be here any second!! Harry sprinted over to the door and ripped it open. He shoved his trunk out the door and then followed it.
He slammed the door shut and grasped the handle to his trunk. He knew that no magic was allowed, but right now he thought that it would be extremely useful. But he dared not to use it. He didn't want another repeat of last year. So, with his trunk at hand he made his way down the driveway.
Harry heard the sound of a car coming towards him. He whipped his head around to see that it was the Dursley's car slowly making its way up the street. Harry grabbed his wand out of his pocket and waved. He hoped that like always the Knight Bus would show up extremely fast.
Harry could tell that the Dursley's noticed that it was him, with his wand out in broad daylight. Their car started to drive faster down the road. Harry's heart jumped to his throat. Where is it?? It should be here by now!! With that thought the Knight Bus appeared with a rather loud BANG. Harry almost died from joy. He thought that he was going to be caught. He thought that he was going to be dragged back into the Dursley's house.
Stan stepped out of the Knight Bus and began to say, "Welcome to the Knight Bus--"
"No time Stan!!" Harry shouted at him as he looked at the ever-nearing car. Stan looked a little taken back but didn't say anything.
"Alrigh' alrigh' but firs' you gotta pay."
Harry quickly grabbed eleven sickles out of his moneybag and shoved them in Stan's hand. Harry and Stan lifted Harry's trunk up into the bus with Hedwig's cage on top. Stan directed Harry over to one of the beds.
"Whoss that you 'ere runnin' from?"
"The Dursleys." Harry said flatly.
"Woss happene' to you?" Harry raised his hand and touched his head then reached down and touched his chin. When he brought his hand away he saw blood on his fingertips.
"Nothing. I, um, I fell, that's it! I um fell down the stairs."
" 'hat's how yous gotta bruises all o'er and stuff?" Stan said suspiciously.
"Yeah."
"I don' believe ya, but I take your 'ord." Stan said before he walked off back up to the front.
When Harry finally sat down. He looked up at the newspaper that a strange old woman was reading. He could barely make out the date. But he already knew what day it was. Harry looked down at his feet and whispered the ending of a song to himself, "Happy Birthday to me."
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