Harry Potter and the Abusive Childhood

Chapter 2

The man swooped his hand across Harry's forehead, moving his hair away, and there stood the lightning shaped scar. The man and woman both gasped.

"Who do you live with?" The man asked him.

"My Uncle Vernon, my Aunt Petunia and my cousin Dudley." Harry said. He wanted to ask him who he was but he shut his mouth. He's not allowed to ask questions and he can only talk when spoken to.

"How did you get hurt?" The woman knelt down and asked him. She gently put her hand on Harry's cheek and Harry visibly flinched.

"Uh well I umm, I fell down the stairs." Harry said.

"Well have you gone to a healer?" The young boy asked him.

"A healer? Like a doctor? I've never been to a doctor before." Harry said bashfully.

"Did anyone look at your bruises and scratches to make sure you're not hurt?" Lucius asked him.

"No. Aunt Petunia told me to go wash my face so no one would see the blood and then I had to come outside to cut the grass." After Harry said that he looked at the grass and his eyes grew bigger. "Well it was nice talking but I need to cut the grass before my Uncle comes home." Harry flinched at the word 'uncle' and it did not go unnoticed.

Harry stood up and yelped in pain from his back and started to walk away. Before he got too far the man grabbed him and brought him back and lifted his shirt up to see his back. The man, the woman and the young boy all gasped again. It was obvious to all three that someone was hurting Harry.

The man looked at the woman and his son and noticed they both had tears in their eyes. Then he just looked at his son and imagined the same bruises and scratches on him and the man couldn't bear to think about it so he turned back to Harry.

"You're not going anywhere boy. I want to get you checked out." The man said and he waved his hand, which was holding a stick, and the grass was cut and the sticks were neatly piled. "Will your aunt notice if you're gone for a little while?"

"I don't know. She will be angry if she finds out though." Harry said.

The man nodded. "Narcissa, send Madam Pomfrey a patronus and tell her to meet us at the small park in Surrey. Tell her we don't have time to go there or to St. Mungo's."

"Yes, Lucius." The lady said. She grabbed her stick, which was different than the man's. A white and misty ferret came out of the stick and Harry's eyes widen. She whispered something to the stick and the mist went away.

The man smiled at Harry. "Have you never seen magic before? Well you probably have before your parents died. Obviously your muggle relatives can't do magic." The man laughed.

"M-magic? Like real magic? Magic's not real, sir." Harry said with a confused look on his face.

Lucius's looked at him. "Yes it is. Your parents could do magic too. Your aunt and uncle had to have told you that."

"My parents?" Harry looked up to Lucius.

"Harry, how did your parents die?" Lucius asked.

"They got into a car accident because my father was too drunk." Harry said with tears in his eyes.

Rage came across Lucius's face but he decided not to say anything about his parents right now. "You're a wizard Harry. So is my son Draco." Lucius patted Draco's back, indicating for him to say something.

"Hello. My name is Draco. Draco Malfoy." Draco says to Harry and holds out his hand for Harry to shake it.

Harry looks at the boy's face and then at his hand. He smiles at the boy and takes his hand and shakes it. "Hello I'm Harry. Harry Potter."