Harry was starving now; he was laying crumbled together on the small floor. He hadn't gotten food in a few days, and he was sure new years had passed or were soon to come. It went to the point where he actually needed to knock lightly on the door to ask for a piece of fruit or a piece of bread, for he was sure they had forgotten him completely. Harry knocked slightly. Before he knew it, the door flew open, and he was dragged out of his cupboard, limbs dangling freely, sweeping the already clean floor.Harry didn’t even see the face of the person dragging him; he wouldn't have known who it was if it weren’t for the hard, big grip holding his arms in place. He’s had much experience with that grip, of course, and he came to one conclusion: Uncle Vernon is going to kill him. While Harry was dragged up the stairs, he realised it was dark out, for he managed to turn his head slightly towards the windows. He wondered where the rest of his so-called family was, it was almost too quiet. Not a creek could be heard except Vernon’s loud footsteps and his own panting. His uncle threw him onto the floor, and Harry landed with a loud thud. "You’d think I'd tolerate this behaviour, Boy?" "None of you can handle being punished, can you? And Petunia is taking Dudley with her as soon as I show the kid some manners!" "And I’ve had enough of you. You and your freakish activities" The first hit happened. "You probably used your magic and stuff on her, didn’t you?" He kicked him in his ribs, Harry coughed up some blood."You"He stepped on Harry's arm and twisted, Harry's wrist was now probably broken."Fucking."He hit him again. Harry always said that his uncle would kill him if he did certain things, but now he was really sure. He would die here."Freak".