  "You're right, let's get him out of here after one more session," Petunia muttered and Harry's eyes flashed with fear. He was too weak to do  anything and he sure as hell didn't want another "session" with Petunia. That was just code for when she would take him to Dudley's spare room for his toys and beat the living tar out of him. It was merely an excuse, an excuse to let out all her anger and frustration towards him and his family. Harry thought it was unfair that he had to take the pain because his parents were sorry excuses for human beings. On the plus side it was where Harry had learned so much about the magical world, though it was second hand knowledge she had picked up from Lily.