History Book Pov

"BOY! WHAT IS THIS?!" Uncle Vernon shouts at me.

I peek around the corner, 'oh, no it's my report card!'

"YOU FILTHY CHEATER! THERE'S NO WAY A FREAK LIKE YOU IS GETTING BETTER GRADES THAN OUR DUDLEY!" he roars. "YOU ARE GOING TO GO BACK TO THE SCHOOL AND HAVE YOUR TEACHER CORRECT YOUR GRADES! NOW! WHEN YOU GET BACK, I WILL HAVE DECIDED YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR LYING!"

'But I didn't lie! I refuse to talk anymore and I made sure I failed all my assignments this time! How could this happen? I didn't try! I don't want to die! Certainly not because of an idiot who doesn't know anything! A two year old in preschool knows more information than Dudley and he is almost seven years old!' I weep in my head. 'No one cares about a freak like me. I wish I would die already but I can't. I know. I tried. Someone enchanted this house to have a safe bubble or something so the inhabitants can't commit self-harm but is there a charm against others harming another? No, because that's ridiculous, what family member harms a child? Oh, I don't know. How about every case of child abuse, domestic abuse and most other forms of abuse? It's rare for abuse to happen to a random stranger. This is my house! I should be protected from harm under the roof my dead parents payed for!'

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'Ow, ow, ow! That hurts!' I stitch up another wound. 'Ow, I think another rib is broken. Yeah, I love not being able to breathe at night! I have got to stop being sarcastic to myself. . . Then again, who else am I going to talk to? The spiders in my cupboard? No, they just run away to hide under the "cot" I sleep on.' I tear up one of Dudley's old shirts; sorry, my "you should be thankful to get such nice hand-me-downs even though they are four times too big" shirt. I use the cloth to hold the stitches in place. 'This is better than going to the doctor. At least when I stitch myself up I don't get molested.' I had to learn how to fix up people when I was four so I went to the library and looked on the internet late at night to research everything. It's come in handy especially learning to clean the utensils so I don't get an infection or beat up for using Aunt Petunia's things to patch my wounds. Please, when has she ever lifted a finger to do any sort of work in this house. I cook, clean, and maintain every little speck in this house! I shift to put down the needle and thread but wince in pain while doing so. 'Stupid teacher, grading me on what I do outside of class! I should've known she would notice that I am smarter than my homework portrays. I just have to act as stupid as Dudley in and out of class so I can't get better grades than him ever again. Man, I wish I had access to my vault at Gringotts so I can foreclose this dump and leave the country. I need to go somewhere no one can find me so no one can hurt me. I need to come up with a list of things to do!'
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I figured since I did just a chapter on Percy's past I would do the same for Harry so here it is. Thanks for reading you guys and happy holidays to all of you!
~SC