Harry Potter was seven years old when his first 'punishment' happened. He had been hit before, don't get him wrong, but it was nothing like the beating he received that year. Vernon had been drunk and when Harry had dropped the plate that he was taking to sink so it could be washed, well, there had been no saving the small child from his Uncle's wrath.
It had been the first time that Dudley had seemed to second guess his parents, sneaking his smaller and injured cousin some food in his tiny prison of a cupboard. It had been the only time that Dudley had ever shown some human decency but it had not lasted long. A few days later they'd had a visitor. Harry had been locked in the Cupboard at the time, so he had not been able to glimpse the strange person that the Dursley's seemed to openly hate but allowed in their home anyway.
The next day it was like Dudley had never spoke a kind word to him and Harry Hunting was officially invented. Harry vowed to hate the stranger for the rest of his life as he was sure that it was that person's fault that he had lost the only kind family he'd ever had. It would be years before he discovered who the visitor was and what he had done to his poor cousin.
Two years later, on Harry's ninth birthday, his family was visited by the police. The men claimed that they had been called because a neighbor had heard screaming coming from the house and had been alarmed. Harry knew that this was because of Vernon's 'birthday gift'. It was the first time that he had hated his uncle completely. His behind had never hurt so badly and he felt disgust in the pit of his stomach.
There was a loud popping noise from the hall where his family was yelling at the men. There was muttered nonsense before the yelling stopped and the policemen left after stating their confusion about their current location. Deciding that they had been mistaken about the address, the men left. Harry was glad that whoever the stranger was had changed his relative's memory as well.
After that, there was never any report about screams being heard. It was as if the neighbors had become deaf over night. Harry hated the stranger just a bit more after that.
For two more years, the abuse and (as Harry had learned from school) the rape continued to go unnoticed by the neighbors. The letters from no one kept coming until Vernon had fled from their home, taking Harry with them. It was the best two days of his life as Vernon didn't dare beat or rape him where he risked being heard.
It seemed that only Privet Drive had been made deaf and blind to his treatment. Harry was never more grateful to learn that, his back having healed in the absence of more abuse. He was also in shape to leave with Hagrid after reading his letter.
When he returned to Privet Drive to wait for September 1st, Harry was left alone. There was no beating or rape for the entire month and when it was time to head off to Hogwarts, Harry had been certain the Hagrid's appearance had changed things. He learned what friendship was as he went through his first year. He learned that adults in the Wizarding World were just as blind as those in the muggle world. He also learned that the Dark Lord was after his life and that Harry was never going to be normal.
The summer after his first year squashed such thoughts quickly and efficiently. Harry learned that hope was worthless and that he would never be free from his relatives. He stopped hoping completely that year. Harry returned to Hogwarts (against Dobby's best efforts) and learned that he was considered evil for being able to talk to snakes. It was that year that he learned the Dark Lord was just like him and that he should have been a Slytherin. He also learned that if he wanted to keep his friends, he would keep that a closely guarded secret.
The summer of second year was just as bad, if not worse, than the previous summers. Harry was treated like he wasn't even human and he still shivered at the thought of what would have happened if he had stayed after blowing up Aunt Marge. He didn't regret running away one bit.
It was that year that he discovered that he had a godfather and that Dumbledore was the enemy. He had not forgotten his vow to forever hate the stranger who hid his abuse from the world. Harry learned that he was alone in the world, for his friends would always follow Dumbledore as sheep to his whims.
The summer of his third year, Harry was sold by his uncle for money. It was that year that he learned that muggles were inhuman and that he would never lift his finger to help a single one of them. When he returned to Hogwarts and was forced to participate in the Tournament, he learned that the wizards weren't any better. He also learned that Voldemort had created his own family in the Wizarding World and had discarded his muggle one.
He learned that the Ministry were idiots and that his favorite teacher was a Death Eater that was out to kill him. Harry still mourned the death of Barty Crouch Jr.
In the summer of his fourth year, he learned that Sirius loved and would do anything for him. He learned what 'love' was. He returned to Hogwarts and learned about corruption of the Ministry and that torture was not frowned upon. He learned the McGonagall was just another sheep. And at the end of the year, he learned what loss was as Sirius fell through the Veil.
He also learned what hate was, as he surely hated Bellatrix Lestrange.
Now it was the summer of his fifth year and Harry was weary to learn the lessons that this year would bring him.
Harry Potter was tired. So very, very tired.
And he had a plan to do something about it.
And there you have it! The Prologue to the NEW Hands of Death! I do so home you all enjoyed the new chapter!
As I said before in my beginning note, the old chapters will be deleted as soon as this is posted. I feel like the rewrite will be much better than the original. Some ideas may stay but other's will probably be cast out. The plot and premise of the story, however, will not change.
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