16AN: A few things- 1. Thanks for all your feedback! I extremely appreciate it! 2 favorite author alerts, 9 favorite story alerts, 8 story alerts & 5 reviews! Thank you so much! (: 2. From now on I'm going to try to keep the point of view alternating between Harry, Lily, and maybe James – and writing in third person. It might change over the course of the story & I might add more people to that list- I'm not entirely sure yet. 3. The rating of the story has changed over from T to M- I'm sorry if you don't like/are not allowed to read stories with such a rating, and I understand if you do not continue reading this story. However, I plan on listing the warnings in the beginning of each chapter, just so you're prepared for what's ahead. Lastly, the lines I made to separate a point in time seemed to disappear last chapter. So instead I'll be using this in substitute of a line: xXx.
WARNINGS: Vulgar language, abuse.
All right, onwards with the story, my amazing readers! (;
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ForgottenGoodbyes
Ten Years Later- Harry POV:
Harry was in the corner of the bathroom, lights off, door locked, knees hugged tightly to his chest. He'd been through the routine many times, now growing used to the feeling of being utterly, completely alone. Since Mummy had disappeared, no one had really been there to comfort him, to tell him things were fine when he had doubt that they weren't, and most importantly, keep Daddy under control. But Mummy wasn't here now, and that was the reason Harry was there in the first place.
Harry has no idea where Mummy went. One day after coming home from his second week of 3rd grade, his eyes met him with the sight of Daddy crying on the floor, sobs over taking him. When he asked him what happened he roared, "Go in to your room! Now! And don't come out until I say so!" Harry didn't leave his room for two days. He just sat there and cried, missing his Mummy, wanting to his Daddy to come in and say he didn't mean it. That everything was going to be okay.
But that didn't happen.
He didn't go to school since. His Daddy told him that school was for pussys, even though he had no idea what that meant. He just assumed that it was something his Daddy didn't like, and that was why he hadn't been to school since.
All of the sudden, Harry heard knocking on the door. He heard his Daddy shout, "Open the door, I have a surprise for you!" in a false-happy tone. Even though Harry didn't know many things, he most definitely knew what that meant. Whenever Daddy said he had a surprise for him, it usually ended up with Harry being bruised, broken, and sometimes burned. Harry had tried to grow numb from the constant pain, but each time his Daddy got like this it opened up a new wound; one both emotional and physically. It reminded him of how his Mummy wasn't there to protect him and that he was that he was alone. It reminded him that there was no one left in the world that loved him. And it reminded him of every beating his daddy had ever given him, making it feel as if it had just happened and hurting Harry further.
Harry heard the door creak open, and in stepped his Daddy, black stubble, matted black hair, dark brown eyes, stained white tee shirt and blue torn jeans. He was carrying a belt. Harry's daddy knew Harry hated the belt the most. The reason? It was the first item his Daddy had ever beaten him with, even before he used his body.
His Daddy threw down the belt, and Harry only let a bit of hope grow inside him. Was his Daddy coming to apologize? Had he changed his mind about beating Harry? His Daddy must have seen the hope in his eyes because he immediately spat, "Up. Now." In the most menacing tone Harry had ever heard. He shakily got up, just as his Daddy grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him back to the ground.
Harry heard a crack, along with a sharp pain in his right wrist. "Ah!" he cried out, rather loudly. The pain in his wrist was excruciating, one of the worst pains his Daddy had ever inflicted on him. A few hot tears slid down his cheek, and he immediately shut his eyes tight to stop the tears and distract him from the pain.
"Shut the fuck up!" his father said, kicking Harry's side, earning another yelp of pain from him. "Did you not hear me? I said shut. The. Fuck. Up!" his Dad screamed, slapping Harry across his face hard. Harry bit his lip hard as to refrain from crying out, and tasted blood. His Daddy never hit him this hard. Tears stung his face, and the taste of blood filled his mouth. Harry wished for anything to stop this pain. He wished his Mummy would come back. He wished Daddy would stop hurting him. He wished the pain would go away. He wished, he wished, he wished. But it never came true.
Another kick. Another slap. More bruises. More bleeding. Harry cries out more, he gets hit twice as much. When Harry was hoping he was almost done, his Daddy picked him up, and held him two inches away from his face and whispered harshly "You're lucky I kept you. You're lucky you're even here right now. Stop being so damn ig-" Just as he was about to finish his sentence a loud knocking sounded from the front door.
"Open up!" An unfamiliar voice yelled from the other side of the door.
His Daddy threw him back on to the floor. "Stay here. And not. A. Sound." Harry quickly crawled back in to the corner, his body aching, barely able to make it there. He tucked his knees in to his chest. He heard his Daddy open the door and he fretfully waited for his Daddy to return. He couldn't hear much, as he was upstairs and his daddy and whoever was at the door was downstairs. When he finally heard muffled footsteps coming up the stairs, he quickly tried to make himself as small as possible, hoping his Daddy wouldn't notice him if he came back to hurt Harry further. However, when he heard the door creak open, he looked up to see an unfamiliar face meet his eyes.
This face was of a woman, a very pretty woman, with red hair, porcelain skin, freckles, and emerald green eyes much like his own. Harry was starting to get a bit nervous. Who were these people? Where was his Daddy? Had his Daddy hired these people to help him hurt Harry even further? These thoughts horrified Harry, and as a few tears started to drip down his face, he tried backing up and hiding himself from view.
"Who are you?" Harry asked in a hushed whisper, voice trembling. "Where's my Daddy?" Harry asked again, voice rising to a higher octave. "Have you come to... to hurt me?" he asked, voice lowering, head falling down towards his knees.
"No." The woman said her voice gentle and caring. "I'm not coming to hurt you, I'm coming to help you." As she got closer to Harry he saw her eyes start to tear up and Harry wondered why she was crying, too. Had his Daddy hurt her as well when she entered his home? Is that why she came up here with Harry- to hide? But as the woman developed him in a very warm, gentle hug, Harry felt safer than he had in years. It felt like it was his Mummy, giving him hugs when he was younger.
"Come on, let's get you out of here." The woman said holding out a hand to help Harry up. Harry couldn't help but stay a bit on the fence with this new stranger coming in to his house, telling him to leave. What about his Daddy? Would he be coming too?
"What about my Daddy?" Harry asked in his child-like voice.
"Your Daddy... is going away for a while." The woman said, looking as if she was choosing her words carefully. "You're going to come with me. I promise I'm here to help, not to hurt you." She said as if realizing Harry's nervousness.
Harry grabbed her hand and in the process of unsuccessfully trying to get up, he realized he was to hurt and weak to get up and walk on his own.
"I... I can't get up." Harry said in a small, defeated tone, head down in a glum sort of way.
"Here," the mysterious woman said, picking him up and carrying him. "Are you okay?" she asked, voice taking on a gentler tone. All Harry could muster up was a shake of the head. If this woman wasn't lying to Harry, Harry was being helped, hopefully by going to a better place. Maybe one where Harry could make friends, or even find his Mummy.
As the woman continued walking down the steps and out of the house, Harry realized how worn out he really was. As the woman started to rub his back, Harry pretended it was his Mummy rubbing his back, giving him a warm feeling inside. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time. He felt safe.
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AN: So... what did you think? Improvement from the first chapter? Worse? The same? I personally felt the end was a bit rushed, but I really wanted to get this chapter finished for you guys! So review and tell me what you thought! (: