Harry Potter Breaking Free

Harry screamed and thrashed but he was being held down by the man's immense body weight and still couldn't struggle free. Over the next minute, he took the brand that would be present over his heart for the rest of his life. Until the very day he dies, Harry would have the word FREAK burned into his chest in big bold capital letters.

As soon as they cleared the memory, Harry dropped to his back, clutching at his chest with an inarticulate sob. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he started punching the floor in an uncontrolled fit of extreme rage, breaking open his hands and spilling blood onto the floor.

An instant later, Appoline and Fleur were on their knees right next to him, holding him still while bombarding him with soothing comfort and love. Fleur looked at Appoline over Harry's shoulder and saw that they were both beginning to look a little scared. This was so much more, so much worse than they'd expected, and by the looks of things they were barely even getting started.

Eventually Harry rolled over and just sat there looking down at the book in his hands. Belatedly, he turned it into a pebble and then he drew in a very long and shaky breath. "We're making good time. Thank you for helping me. I now know for certain that I couldn't have done this alone."

Rising to his feet, Harry marched off, on the lookout for more horrifying memories of abuse, with a grim resolve that was almost frightening. Both Appoline and Fleur bit their lips as they trailed along. They wanted to stop Harry, but they knew to do so would be unwise. With every memory that Harry managed to gain control over, the healthier his mental state would become. What they were doing was an absolutely vital task and not just because it would allow him to control his magic. In the end, even knowing all of that didn't help very much, and the Delacour ladies were completely miserable.

Over the next two hours, Harry, Fleur and Appoline found and then relived eighteen more terrible beatings that would've crippled a normal Muggle boy. It appeared that Vernon Dursley knew all about Harry's ability to heal from the worst of his injuries, allowing the man to lay into the little boy without a single care in the world, and then justify his actions after the fact. Harry Potter was a freak. He needed his freakishness beaten out of him, or it would get worse and affect those around him...

It was Fleur who saw another black book with a sinister looking title. She couldn't help herself. She stood in front of it instead of pointing it out. She was hurting for Harry and wanted him to take a break. He was looking around with a single-minded determination now, and he'd stopped talking or making any noises.

Eventually, Harry looked in Fleur's direction and then seemed to look right through her. Soon enough, he was walking towards her and Fleur thought she might cry. She finally stepped out of the way of his approach, but she didn't bother hiding her frustration.

On the ground behind Fleur was a book with the word 'idiot' for a title. When Harry first saw it, his downcast expression grew very complex. Whatever this memory was, it appeared to hurt Harry emotionally far more than it did physically…

Without saying anything at all, Harry bent down and slid his hands underneath the book's cover

Harry Potter ran home that day with a perfect mark on his Maths test. He was still quite young at this point, and still desperately seeking approval the so-called 'normal way.' Even the Dursleys couldn't complain about him getting a good grade in school right?

Well... Unfortunately, Harry hadn't factored Dudley into the equation...

Dudley Dursley is as dumb as a Dementor guarding a school. He'd failed a similar test given on exactly the same day by exactly the same Maths teacher. Normally, the teacher wouldn't even bother making house calls, but Dudley's grades were so abysmal he called up the boy's parents to inform them of his concerns.

It was only when Vernon started getting noticeably angry at the teacher for badmouthing his son that the man began singing Harry's praises as if doing so would make Vernon feel better...

Little did the teacher know, the reckoning Harry was about to go home to...

When Harry ran into the house with his perfect test, Vernon's head immediately snapped towards him like a robot. "Well if it isn't the IDIOT," he spat out in a cold but brutally angry tone of voice.

After blanching in surprise, Harry immediately swerved and started moving to enter his cupboard. It was no good. Vernon had locked it closed. Then he saw a shadow looming over him from behind, and a squeak left his mouth in his rising alarm.

By the end of the day, Harry Potter would barely be able to move an inch with most of his body a mass of dark purple bruises, at which point he was thrown like a bag of garbage into his newly unlocked cupboard…

Needless to say, Harry very carefully kept his grades completely mediocre from that day forward, a defense mechanism that followed him all the way to Hogwarts...

When the two Veelas and Harry were ejected from the memory, Harry slowly dropped to his knees again, and pressed his hands against his temples.

Appoline dashed towards Harry's side, immediately followed by Fleur, who pressed her forehead down against his shoulder. "We need to stop this, 'Arry. It's too much, too fast."

"Removing a bandage always stings," Harry breathed out in return, as he turned the memory into a pebble and stowed it away. "In that last memory I was quite young. I think my abuse memories are running out, and then we'll encounter my struggle against the core bindings." Standing back up, Harry quickly turned away from the Veela and started moving further into the library.

At this point, despite the highly potent calming draught that she'd taken, Fleur was unable to stop crying. Who lives this life and continues to function? Why her Harry? It hurt too much...

Even as Fleur asked those questions of herself, Appoline and Harry were steadily moving away. With one last silent sob, Fleur wiped her tears, and ran to catch up.

Harry found a memory that he was surprised was even a black book at all. It was called "Who am I?" and it apparently featured his first day of primary school. Harry turned towards the ladies and shrugged in an ambivalent fashion. "Well, no big deal. This one has only the normal garden variety of physical abuse." With that said, he grabbed the book and they dropped away into the memory...

By law Harry Potter had to be sent to school. The Dursleys didn't want to send him, and they'd made that opinion very clear. A freak like him would only bring shame upon their family. They had no choice in the matter however, so he was given an apple and sent off to the school bus.

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