At least one of his eyes was swollen shut, there was a crisscrossing of belt marks across his back, his nose was broken in different places, one of his arms was broken, and the other was dislocated, all his fingers were broken, his lips were turning a mix od red and blue, too many to count, ribs poked into his skin, he was missing a couple front teeth, his right ankle was fractured, and his internal organs were ruptured from being used as an apple pie by Dudley and Vernon so many times. Harry was not in a good way at all
�BOY!� Uncle Vernon stumbled into Harry�s room, �I HAD A HORRIBLE DAY AT WORK AND NOW I�M DRUNK!�
Harry tried to gurgle. But he was so injured, all he could do was lie in a bleeding pile on the floor and try to gurgle occasionally.
Uncle Vernon tried to pick Harry up by his hair but because Harry had become so malnourished in the time that he had been home, the hair just ripped out of his skull, leaving a bald spot on top.
�LITTLE BASTARD!� Uncle Vernon yelled, kicking Harry in his bloody stump, �it�s all YOUR fault my boss walked in on me raping his desk clerk� because, apparently, Uncle Vernon was just a sick, sick, sexual deviant.
Harry tried to replied but just got a punch in the mouth causing another tooth to fall out.
When Uncle Vernon left, Harry was alone with his thoughts, and Voldemort�s �external penetration.�
-You know, Harry, I could come save you from all this.-
-No, you�re evil, you killed my parents.-
-But we�re life mates as, for some reason, Parselmouths always have life mates.-
-I think I�m dying�-
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Twenty-nine kilometres away, Voldemort started to worry.