It's Time For Breakfast

( HEY! So, not exactly an xreader kinda thing, but it was a writing assignment for my advanced english class and I decided that this is good enough to share with the world. One of my best horror works, if I'm honest. Kinda sticking with the dark theme from the last one... anyways, here are the warnings

-Gruesome, according to my best friend
-Slightly-less-than-true-gore
-Horror
-Probably should be rated R
-Cannibalism (My teacher said there were no limits. To quote her, "The bloodier, the better!")
-Not for young children or weak-stomached people, you should most definitely click away now while you have the chance
-Child neglect
-Child cruelty
-Will probably ruin Harry Potter for you (It's set before Hogwarts, and Harry is........................ well you'll find out)

So yeah.. please, tell me your thoughts in the comments! I would love to show the feedback to my teacher, so... no cursing? Please?

Also, the story is exactly 1000 words since we had a limit [you can guess what it was] and I was not wasting any bit of it. I would have liked to add more, but then you would be reading a full-fledged gore fic instead of this slightly-less-than-true-gore-short-story. And yeah it's a short story so it's gonna be short, sorry if you were hoping for something longer )

It’s Time For Breakfast

In the dark, hot cupboard, Harry lay awake staring at the ceiling. Technically, the bottom of the stairs, but it was the only ceiling he really had over his head. Harry stood up and carefully cracked open the door of his cupboard. The hinges on the door were old and rusty, so they creaked when he opened the door, but Harry ignored that and opened the door just enough to slip out. His uncle had forgotten to lock the door that night, and Harry had no intention to waste this opportunity.

After exiting his cupboard, Harry quietly and carefully hurried into the kitchen. His aunt and uncle never let him have real meals, he was always fed the scraps and little bits that his cousin refused to eat; those were usually the vegetables. Harry never really cared, he thought that as long as he was getting enough to stay alive then he was fine, but that night he couldn't take it. His aunt and uncle didn't give him more than an old pancake that's been sitting in the fridge, and that was all Harry had gotten for the week. He was hungry.

"I need food.." Harry muttered to himself, opening the fridge hastily and going through the available choices. He quickly grabbed a cheeseburger his cousin decided he didn't want after returning home and unwrapped the paper holding the burger, then nearly shoved the whole burger into his mouth while taking a bite. More.. more food... Harry thought, and continued to raid the fridge for things he could eat.

While Harry was ravaging leftover chicken, not paying attention to what was happening around him, his uncle was stirring upstairs. The uncle, named Vernon, made his way down to the kitchen after covering himself with a robe, blue in color, and frowned when he saw Harry going through the fridge. "What do you think you're doing there, boy?!" Vernon yelled, startling Harry. The boy jumped and dropped his unfinished chicken leg on the floor, turning around and glaring up at his uncle.

“Eating.” Harry responded, and then picked up the leftover lasagna they had had last night for dinner. Harry hadn’t been given any, of course, so he was going to have his share right then.

Vernon growled lowly and walked up to Harry with loud, angry steps, and grabbed the small boy by the arm. “You’re gonna learn not to sneak into the kitchen, boy, I’ll teach you!” He shouted, and Harry responded by struggling and hitting his uncle, however his attempts were futile. Vernon was much bigger and stronger than Harry was.

Upstairs Harry’s aunt, Petunia, was awoken by her husband’s yelling. She got out of bed and slipped into a robe much like Vernon’s. Afterwards she peeked down from the top of the stairs and called out to her husband.

“Is everything alright down there?” She asked, and her husband responded back quickly.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine darling, go back to bed!” Vernon called back, and Petunia sighed before heading back into the room she shared with her husband. Vernon, meanwhile, was busy forcing an unwilling Harry back into the cupboard the boy had spent his whole life in.

“I’m not going in there again!” Harry exclaimed, and that just made Vernon shove him harder. The closet was horrible; small, no space, very hot and stuffy, cobwebs with spiders and dead flies. Anyone who wanted to live there forever would be absolutely insane.

Suddenly, there was a bang behind the two. Vernon let go of Harry in shock and turned around to find a knife wedged into the wall right behind his head. Then, as if being flung by a ghost, knives starting removing themselves from their holders and flying right for Vernon. Harry ducked out of the way and got out of the line of fire, making sure he avoided any rogue knives.

Once safe, Harry looked to see his uncle Vernon laying on the floor, dead, with blood spilling out of all the holes the knives made. The number of holes continued to grow as the knives pulled themselves out of the man only to stab into him once more, and Harry couldn’t help but smile at the sight instead of scream. Vernon was a bad man, just like his wife and son. They were all horrible to him, they made him live in a closet and only let him eat scraps of food they didn’t want anymore.

“I’m still hungry.” Harry said to his dead uncle, watching the knives cut and slash and stab his uncle. The utensils were completely mutilating him, and Harry was going to let that happen. He deserved it.

Then, Harry had an idea. He was hungry, and there was definitely plenty of meat on his uncle. So, he carefully approached the knives and grabbed one that was still stabbing his uncle, and then they all stopped.

Maybe I can just serve him for tomorrow’s breakfast.. He thought, and then picked up his uncle, shoving him into the closet. “I’m thinking some eggs and sausage will do nicely.” Harry muttered, then went to the couch to sleep. Of course, he couldn’t use the closet.

The next morning, Harry woke up before his aunt and cousin. He quickly got to work to make their breakfast; grinding the meat using that old meat grinder his aunt had bought before he was introduced to the household. Once the meat was ground, Harry rolled them into the shape of sausages. Then he grabbed a pan and put them onto the stove, heating it up.

After he finished breakfast, Harry smiled and served three plates onto the table; one for his aunt, one for his cousin, and one for his uncle. Just like every day. But, he knew his uncle would never show up to eat.

Soon, as expected, his aunt and cousin came downstairs. Harry stood next to the table and said, with his smile only growing, “It’s time for breakfast!”