HP

Harry woke up with numbness throughout his body. Sitting up, he took in his surroundings. Dust flew around the air and something creaked from underneath him. Harry looked down. It was his bed. It looked like it did this morning, dusty and wore down from using it since he was a newborn and patches of blood.

Suddenly a sharp pain shot through his head bringing a wave of dizziness. Harry brought his hand up and felt the back of his head. 'Why is my head wet...' Bringing his hand back to see what it was, he realised it was blood. Suddenly, memories of what happened came back to him.

"He knocked me unconscious." Harry says out loud, then his eyes went wide. 'I spoke to loud, he's coming!' Harry put his head into his dirty sheet and trembled, waiting for his uncle to come storming into the cupboard. But, he didn't.

Harry slowly lifted his head. It had been two minutes and still no beating, this was odd. Harry's curiosity grew bigger as he sat up the rest of the way. Letting his curiosity get the better of him he reached for the cupboard door. Touching the cold wood door, it opened with a creak. He slowly but surely crawled out of the conboard, preparing himself for anything. 'Surely this is just a trick. The second I stand up, Uncle will hit me from behind or something.' Harry's mind told him to go back in but he didn't listen and stood up.

"Sir...?"

Harry's voice echoed through the house. No answer. Then it struck him, they're on the way to America. Harry looked down depressed and tried to remember everything he couldn't do.

- No Ac
- No going outside
- Save the few days worth of food for two weeks

Harry wondered how he could do that and how much is actually in the fridge. As if on que, his stomach growled. Scowling at his stomach, he made his way to the kitchen.

Once there he opened the fridge. A half eaten pb&j, some watermelon, three chicken legs, two apples and a quarter of a carten of milk. Harry just sighed and nodded. Deciding he'll eat laterb he closed the door. Then something caught his eye, a note.

It was sitting under a magnet on the fridge. He didn't see it before but he does now. The letter was folded and on it, it said Potter. Sighing, he opened and started reading.

"I have changed up my rules boy. The food in the  refrigerator better only be half empty by the time we return so that means don't eat it all you fat hog of a child-" Harry felt tears grow in his eyes. "Also, no using the shower for anything. No getting water from either the kitchen or bathroom. If anything is misplaced when we get back besides you, you'll be sorry.  -Vernon"

Harry ripped up the letting in anger and through the pieces everywhere. Dropping to his knee's, he cried, something he couldn't do with them here. He was just a waste of space. An extra mouth to feed. A thorn in the side.

Harry wiped his tears and lifted his sleeve up. He stared at the scars and cuts. Would he be missed if he did it? Surely not. Getting up and running to the cupboard, he searched for the thing to do it. Finally, he found the blade. Putting it to his wrist he got ready to slash.