and the sharp tones of the fiercest of bravery.


The next day, Harry was forced to walk to school, attempting to conceal his limp, from where Uncle Vernon had twisted his right ankle, and his many bruises and welts, from where Uncle Vernon had hit him and lashed him.

According to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, he deserved everything they gave to him—he deserved the pain, the wounds. They said it cleansed him, purified him in the eyes of all that was good and normal, of the God that they seemed to believe was out there.

He didn't know very much about religion, particularly Christianity, but he didn't think the God that the pastor preached about in church every Sunday—when he was allowed to go, that is—would approve of his Aunt and Uncles ideas. After all, didn't God believe in kindness towards all, loving and caring all of his children? If that was the case, then why did his Aunt and Uncle say that he was evil, and that God would be pleased to see him hurt and burn and die?

He didn't understand it very well, but something rang wrong about it all. He wondered what Miss Lissa would think if he told her what his Aunt and Uncle had told him, but he shuddered at the idea of what Uncle Vernon would do to him if he told. The last time someone had tried to get in Uncle Vernon's way of 'punishing' him, the man—Harry's first grade math teacher—had gotten himself arrested for paedophilia, whatever that meant.

It had only taught Harry that only harm came to those who tried to help him.

So he wouldn't let Miss Lissa get into such trouble; he'd fake being alright, and lie to her if necessary, just to keep her from trying to get in Uncle Vernon's way.

He might not believe what his Aunt and Uncle said, but he didn't want the few people who seemed to like him to vanish, leaving him dull and dark and despairing. Especially not Miss Lissa, who had brought him to the piano, to music.

So it was with a heavy, determined heart that Harry entered school that day, fear making his heart pound and his determination harden every time someone glanced at him for walking oddly.

He was afraid, yes.

But he would protect Miss Lissa, no matter what.

/End note/

Please do note, that nothing in this chapter is intended to offend. It sort of went off on its own, and I apologize if anyone takes offence to the Dursleys' interpretation of Christianity. It was not intended to offend, but rather to point out how the Dursleys' perceptions are warped by their hatred and contempt for anything they consider 'unnatural' and how they are using religion as a horrible excuse for their unspeakably cruel actions. The Dursleys are abusive a-holes in this, and the rating (as of the last two chapters) has been upped to a medium-high-to-high T, as I hadn't expected for this to take such a dark turn. Again, my apologies if this chapter offended anyone.

Also, Vernon has connections, and is most certainly corrupt. Hence the math teacher example.

Can you tell that I don't like the Dursleys? At all?