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Hidden Truths of an Innocent Soul

Chapter 2

The first full day back at the Dursley's had gone about as well as Harry had expected. He had been locked in his room with nothing to do except sleep or poke at Dudley's broken toys, and wait for his Uncle to come and yell at him. However, as the first day passed, Harry didn't see any of his relatives, despite hearing them all downstairs; he had even heard Dudley thundering up the stairs in the late afternoon. He had expected his cousin to come in and start on him, but Harry had been left alone in his room.

He was fine with this, even as dinner time came and went and Harry's stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything since the night before, during the Christmas feast. He would be sure to snag at least some bread or cheese when the Dursleys let him out the following day.

However, as the hours ticked on, and it was nearing noon of his second day alone in his room, Harry was becoming certain that his relatives were planning on leaving him in there for the whole two weeks. Harry wouldn't have minded, if it weren't for the lack of food, and the fact that he had not been allowed to use the bathroom since the previous morning, before leaving Hogwarts. So, as much as he hated the idea of reminding anyone in the house that he was still there, Harry waited until he could hear someone in the hallway and knocked on his door, loudly.

“Keep quiet, freak!” Dudley's voice came through the door, followed by a loud bang that caused the door to rattle, indicating that the larger boy had either punched or kicked it.

“I would keep more quiet if I was allowed to use the bathroom!” Harry shouted back, but there was no answer. He listened closely for a moment and could hear his aunt’s muffled voice from downstairs, though he couldn’t hear what she was saying. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Harry turned to go back over to his bed, pausing when he heard the sound of the locks being opened. Harry turned back around quickly and saw Dudley standing in the doorway.

“Go, and then mum says you're to get right back in the room,” Dudley ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry nodded once and made his way out of the room quickly, heading to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Dudley was standing just outside the bathroom waiting for Harry to finish; glancing at his cousin, Harry silently wondered how far he would be able to get if he just bolted now. It wasn't like Dudley was ever really able to catch him, but there weren’t many places inside the house he could go to hide and he would be caught sooner rather than later. “Don't suppose I'm allowed to eat something before I'm locked back up?” Harry asked as he moved past his cousin back into the hallway, wincing when Dudley punched him in the arm.

“Dad is going to deal with you when he gets home, and wants you locked up until then,” Dudley said, shoving Harry back into the small bedroom. “Why are you here anyway?” the larger boy asked, apparently unable to hold back his curiosity.

“Because, in case you hadn't noticed, I live here too,” Harry said, keeping any further comments to himself.

“You're just an unwanted house guest. I heard Mum and Dad talking about locking you back up in your cupboard, since you've been kicked out of that school you go to,” Dudley said, looking and sounding rather smug about this.

“I haven't been kicked out,” Harry growled in annoyance.

“Then why are you here? No one wants you here,” Dudley pointed out, though Harry didn't need any verbal confirmation that he was unwanted in this house, he had known that for years. He had even come up with countless plans of running away, but had never followed through with any of them because, despite how bad things were here, it was still better than living on the streets.

“Maybe my school sent me back here to turn you all into toads,” Harry said and had the satisfaction of seeing Dudley's eyes widen before the door was slammed shut. Harry sighed as he was once again locked in his room; he could already hear Dudley telling Aunt Petunia about what Harry had said, and he just knew that his Uncle would be hearing about this when he got home.

Making his way over to his bed Harry fell onto the lumpy mattress face first. He knew that he had just ruined any chance he had had of getting food that day, but it had been worth it just to make his cousin go away. As Harry listened to the shrill voice of his Aunt, he wondered how angry his Uncle was going to be.

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Harry had seen his Uncle angry plenty of times before now, but nothing could have prepared him for that night when the large man practically kicked in Harry’s bedroom door, startling the small twelve- year-old.

Harry had been sitting by the window, so he had seen his Uncle’s car pull into the driveway, had tuned out the muffled voices of his Aunt greeting her husband home, and had just gone back to trying to think of something to do that would pass the time while he was a prisoner here. Except now there was a very large, very angry man standing in his doorway, and Harry had turned his full attention toward his Uncle, whose face was already turning purple from anger.

"Your aunt has just informed me that you've threatened my son!" Vernon snarled.

Even though Harry knew it was pointless to try and argue about something like this, it didn’t stop Harry from trying. "I didn't-"

"Shut your mouth, you little freak!" Vernon cut him off and Harry snapped his mouth closed quickly. He had seen his Uncle angry numerous times, but this seemed to go beyond that, and for a moment Harry was afraid of what the larger man was going to do to him. Harry couldn’t help but notice that his Uncle was blocking the only exit to the room,

"We have dealt with you and your abnormal ways, all you have to do is follow a few simple rules, and the way you repay us, with back talk and threats is going to end right now. I don't care why that school of yours kicked you out…"

"I was suspended, not kicked out," Harry said quickly.

"Quiet!" Vernon snapped, stepping further into the room and toward his nephew. "Suspension is one step from being kicked out. They're going to realise how worthless you really are, and you'll never be going back to that freak school again!"

Harry's eyes widened, trying not to let his Uncle see just how much those words affected him. When the larger man took another step forward, Harry took his chance and darted past him; even though Harry knew that running wasn't the best idea, it was better than staying in the room and allowing Uncle Vernon to grab him when the much larger man was obviously in a very bad mood.

Harry made it into the hallway and, knowing his uncle was going to be right behind him, Harry didn't stop, heading straight for the stairs. However, Harry hadn't expected to run into Dudley. The larger boy had most likely been on his way up to hear Harry getting yelled at.

Harry only paused for a second as he and his cousin stared at each other, however, the sound of Vernon behind him had Harry moving again, attempting to push passed his cousin. Harry had just enough time to register that Dudley hadn’t tried to stop him, knowing that now if he could just make it to the front door he could get out of there. That thought suddenly flew from his mind when he felt a hard shove from behind that sent him falling forward down the stairs.

Harry turned as best he could to try and grab onto something, but it was too late. He hit the steps hard, rolling down and coming to an abrupt halt when his head connected with the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

Dudley laughing was all Harry could hear through the ringing in his ears. Harry tried to push himself up, ignoring the pain in his head for now as he knew he had to get to the door. He only managed to make it into a sitting position before rough hands suddenly grabbed him, hauling him up off the floor fast enough to make the room spin.

Harry tried to focus on the furious face of Uncle Vernon, but the only thing that registered was that his Uncle was shouting at him. He couldn’t make any sense of what the man was saying to him, though he did pick up on the word ‘freak’ a few times.

"Are you listening to me, boy?" Vernon shouted, shaking Harry slightly when the small boy didn't answer right away.

Green eyes blinked confused up at him. "I... yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry answered finally.

"Get into the kitchen, and start dinner, and don't you ever run away from me again when I am talking to you!" Vernon ordered.

Harry nodded quickly, not trusting himself to speak just yet, but the movement made his head throb painfully where he had hit it. Vernon still had his meaty fist clenched in Harry’s shirt and was glaring down at him. Harry wondered if the man was going to shout at him again, but a moment later he was let go. Stumbling back, Harry put his hand in the wall to steady himself.

“Kitchen. Now,” Vernon ordered. Without any hesitation, Harry hurried down the hall toward the kitchen, using the wall to keep his balance. He hoped that when he was finished cooking that his Uncle would at least let him have an ice pack for the rapidly forming bump on the back of his head, though Harry didn’t get his hopes up.

Harry made it into the kitchen, heading first to the fridge to start pulling out what he would need for cooking. Feeling eyes on him, Harry paused and glanced behind him to see his Uncle standing in the doorway watching him closely, most likely making sure that Harry didn’t try and steal any of their food.

Harry swallowed nervously, turning his attention back to what he was doing, blinking when his vision swam; he was already in enough trouble and didn't want to anger his Uncle any further. After all, he still had thirteen more days of this before anyone came to get him. So Harry forced himself to stay upright, ignoring the throbbing pain in his head and the dizziness that came with it while he finished cooking dinner.

Harry was almost glad to be locked back in his room while the Dursleys ate. He had been denied the ice pack for his head, and hadn’t even bothered asking if he could have any of the food he had cooked. Even if he had been allowed to eat, Harry wasn’t so sure he would be able to keep anything down at the moment, which would only make his Uncle even more angry at him.

Harry went over to his bed slowly before laying down carefully, doing his best not to move his throbbing head to much. He closed his eyes willing the pain in his head to go away as he allowed the darkness to take him, silently hoping that he would be able to survive the full two weeks with these people.

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Harry sat out on the front steps of the Dursleys’ house, his trunk sitting next to him as he waited. He didn’t know who was going to be picking him up, and he didn’t really care at the moment, he just wanted to return to Hogwarts. Harry had dared to remind his Uncle that morning that a teacher would be coming to pick him up so he could return to school. Needless to say his Uncle wasn’t happy about that, but the large man knew first hand it wasn’t a good idea to try and run from these people, so instead he had practically shoved Harry and his trunk out the door before locking the boy out.

Harry, however, couldn't bring himself to care anymore. The last two weeks had been hell; the first few days had been bad, and things had only gotten worse from there as Harry had suffered through all the verbal abuse, the rough treatment as he was pushed and shoved around by his Uncle when he hadn't been moving fast enough. After all, the large man didn't care if Harry was feeling sick, or was suffering from a headache, or that he was too dizzy to move at the moment.

Catching movement out of the corner of his eye, Harry looked up slowly to see if it was McGonagall, or someone else from Hogwarts, frowning when he only saw one of the Dursleys’ neighbors walking their dog. Harry watched as the small creature started pulling at the short leash it was on, trying to sniff around the edge of the Dursleys’ yard; a small tug on the leash and the dog was gently pulled away before any damage could be done. However, the person and the dog remained standing in front of the Dursleys’ house, so Harry lifted his eyes further to look at the person.

The two of them stared at each other in silence. Harry didn’t know what this man was waiting for, or why he was staring at him, but the longer Harry stared back, the more unnerved the man seemed to become. A sharp bark from the dog broke the trance, and Harry just continued watching as the neighbor started leading his dog away quickly, glancing behind him a couple times. Harry continued watching the man until he was out of sight, and even when he couldn't see him any more Harry remained staring in that same direction.

"Mr Potter?" The familiar voice of Professor McGonagall broke the silence. Harry’s attention snapped in her direction quickly, making him feel slightly light headed from the fast movement of his head.

"I didn't know if anyone was actually coming," Harry said softly before he stood up, putting a hand on his trunk.

“Your suspension was only for two weeks,” McGonagall told him, a small frown forming as she took in his appearance. The lack of winter clothes was concerning; she also couldn’t help but notice how pale Harry was, and that he had several bruises on his arms, a makeshift bandage around his left hand and what looked to be a healing black eye. And though she knew that Harry was a small boy for his age, she could see how the too large clothes hung off his shivering frame even more than usual. The state of him had her calling upon all her self-control not to march into the house and demand what the Dursleys had been doing to this boy.

The only thing that really stopped her from doing just that was the fact that she wanted to get Harry back to Hogwarts, some place where he could be warm, get checked over and have something decent to eat. “If you are ready, we can leave now,” she said and Harry just nodded once, allowing his head of house to shrink his trunk so that he could carry it in his pocket like he had two weeks ago, before he silently followed McGonagall down the walkway and away from the Dursleys.

The trip back to Hogwarts was quick, though not entirely painless for Harry as he once again found himself falling as he lost his balance upon landing. He was momentarily surprised, however, as he connected with the floor that the pain he felt wasn't as bad as it should have been. His surprise was quickly forgotten as his stomach protested the magical form of travel, added to the fact that he was still wasn’t feeling well after his trip down the Dursleys’ stairs two weeks earlier. Taking deep shuddering breaths, Harry tried to hold off the inevitable, his stomach clenched painfully as he dry-heaved.

He cursed himself silently for being so weak, his whole body shaking as his stomach clenched painfully again. A few more deep breaths and Harry was able to hold off any more waves of nausea. Still feeling shaky and dizzy, but wanting to get off the floor, Harry started to move, only to have a hand gently touch his shoulder.

“Don’t move too quickly,” Pomfrey said and Harry slowly turned to blink at her, confusion clearly on his face as he hadn’t even noticed that she was in the room with him. Blinking slowly at her Harry turned his head slightly to look up at his Head of House, who was looking at him in concern as well. This only caused anger to start bubbling up inside him. Ignoring the warning from Pomfrey, Harry sat up straight before pulling himself to his feet.

“I’m fine,” Harry said flatly.

“Harry, my boy, I think it would be wise for Pomfrey to have a look at you regardless, even if it is only for a potion to settle your stomach.”

Harry visibly tensed turning to look directly at the Headmaster, the anger surging within him now as he stared at this man. “No,” Harry said, sounding more like an angry stubborn child than anything else. “I don’t like magical travel, it doesn't agree with me, I’m fine, I don’t need help, and I don’t want any potions,” Harry insisted, clearly not caring that he was sounding more than a little rude.

“Mr. Potter,” McGonagall began what Harry assumed was a reprimand, but Dumbledore held up a hand silencing her. Silence fell across the room as Dumbledore and Harry continued staring at each other. Harry didn’t want to be the first to speak, but he also didn’t want to stand here having a staring contest with the Headmaster all day either.

“Am I still in trouble? Or can I go to my dorm?” Harry finally spoke.

“Are you sure you're alright, Harry?” Dumbledore asked, and Harry felt anger flare up inside him again from that simple question. But instead of acting on that anger, he just nodded once without saying anything. The silence stretched between the two of them again, and Harry got the feeling that Dumbledore was searching for something; whether he found it or not Harry didn’t know, but the Headmaster gave a small nod. “Then you may return to your dorm. I am sure that Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger will be happy to see you,” Dumbledore said with a smile that Harry didn’t return. He spun and made his way quickly to the door doing his best not to run out of there.

“Mr. Potter, would you like me to restore your trunk?” McGonagall asked.

Harry didn’t even pause to consider the offer before giving a short “no,” in reply and continuing on his way out the door, leaving the three adults in the office confused and more than a little concerned.

Harry slowly made his way down the spiral staircase, his head was pounding and he could still feel that anger burning inside him. Dumbledore had had no right to show any kind of concern or worry for him. After all it had been the Headmaster who decided to send him back to the Dursleys for two weeks, even after Harry had asked to be sent anywhere else. Harry had been sent back anyway, all because he had snuck into the Slytherin common room, just because he had wanted to help.

Harry paused at the bottom of the stairs and leaned against the wall. He had to force himself to take deep breaths and calm himself down; he wanted to lash out, to make someone feel what he was feeling at the moment. Harry only remained leaning against the wall for a short amount of time, not wanting to be caught by anyone coming down the stairs behind him. Taking another deep breath, Harry began walking again.

He really did want nothing more than to get back to Gryffindor tower and lock himself in for the rest of the day, but he was hurting all over, and knew he had to check and make sure his short trip by portkey hadn’t done more damage. So Harry ducked quickly into a nearby bathroom, and after making sure that no one was around he made his way over to the mirror before starting to strip his shirt off, wincing as he felt the fabric clinging to his skin.

Standing bare-chested in the bathroom, Harry surveyed his injuries quickly, there weren’t many, but each of them hurt, and one deep cut on his upper arm was throbbing painfully. Making a mental note to make sure he cleaned it out later that night, he slipped his shirt back on; nothing had looked any worse, or any better, so Harry surmised that the pain he was feeling was from his injuries being jarred around too much. Silently wishing that there was someone he could have look at his injuries, someone who wasn’t an adult, Harry made his way back out of the bathroom and went straight to Gryffindor tower.

By the time he reached the tower, Harry had prepared himself to see Ron and Hermione and had come up with plenty of ways to dodge their questions about what had happened to him during the two weeks. He trusted both his best friends deeply, but he also knew that neither of them would be able to keep any of this secret from the adults, Hermione especially, who still worshiped the ground that all teachers walked on. And Harry had already decided, before returning to Hogwarts, that he wasn’t going to be the one to ruin things for his best friends.

TBC

Okay! So I hope you all liked chapter 2! I now have a fairly good idea of where I am going with this, and I am hoping that this will actually span out through until Harry is 16! I've no idea if I will actually manage to do that or not, but it should be fun to try! And I have decided to reveal Harry's abuse throughout upcoming chapters.

Anyway! I don't know what story I will be updating next, right now it's between Just to See you Smile, and Shattered Soul.
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