Harry's Fall

public awareness/warning/never wrote one of these before.
I am making no money from this and all rights are reserved to JK as I am piggybacking off her characters and universe.
also to note that all characters are over the age of 18 and that everything follows cannon up until the start of book up until book 5. this means that Hogwarts starts at 15. (this public notice is subject to change if the need arises)

Next thing is that this is my first attempt at writing anything with real meaning, so constructive criticism and guidance would be appreciated. Thanks

also have not read the books in a long time so my memory is sketchy but i had a dream and the muse took me, so if any errors occur in cannon assume things have changed!
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It had been a whirlwind of a couple of days, complete and utter chaos to now be doing something as mundane as cleaning this dusty library. Harry's inner mind taking him back two days earlier completely distracted from the task at hand.

"BOY!!!!!!! get your sorry excuse of a man down here this instance, don't make me come up and beat you again" his uncle bellowed from downstairs, going slightly hoarse on the last syllable signalling his poor health. This finally prompted harry to get up from his cot and stretch out tired and worn muscles. Checking to see if he had received any mail led to greater disappointment realising that once again his *so called friends* didn't respond to any of his mail's.

Before any of his emotions could overtake him, quickly heeded the walruses call exiting out his room without paying full attention and subsequently bumping into his aunt as she was exiting out of the shower, a large green towel wrapped around her body. Modesty intact even as harry collides full body into her, almost knocking her from her feet. Without paying much attention to the situation he quickly turns heading towards the stairs "sorry aunt Petunia" his reply wanting to get away from the woman before she can bring more trouble his way. Her shriek following him "you best be sorry".

It was still early in the morning so the usual of make food for everyone was the aim of the game, beelining it towards the kitchen to make 3 plates of food. grilling bacon, eggs, toast... yeah a hearty full English. *stupid family and stupid Dumbledore keeping me here like a prisoner* thoughts invading his mind as he cooked which could have turned more depressing if not for something catching his eye as he finished plating up the last plate of food on the table. Above the doorway to the kitchen an elf was sitting precariously seeming to watch him with wide eyed glee. shaking a little in either excitement or needing to pee. reeling for a second in shock wondering how long this elf had been there.

"what are you doing here" pointedly whispered harry towards the elf, just as Vernon crossed the threshold of the room. His face instantly turning two shades darker. "YOU WHAT BOY?" as his fist slammed into the table, his other reaching towards harry rather quickly for such a large man. "uncle wait i" is all he got cut off with his throat constricted a fist connecting with his face quickly after. a crack was the last thing he heard before the sweet release of darkness enveloped him.

The sun had dipped down to night by the time he awoke again with a groan, pain lancing from his face and chest, already knowing that a look in the mirror would not be pretty. sitting up and taking a look in the mirror only confirmed his suspicions. One side of his face completely swollen to the point his eye was closed, his other green eye looking back showing the hauntings of the previous year as well as the beating he received earlier in the day. A quick look down his overly skinny body revealed two purple bruises, one his ribs that looked rather dark and another on his left side by his kidneys.

"I'm sorry Great Mr.HarryPotter sir, Bad Dobby Bad" pregnates the quiet room with his high pitched but stranglely croakie voice, followed by a thump. groaning at turning so quickly to see the elf from before now bashing his large proportioned head onto his dresser. Thump... Thump... Thump...

Finally braking out of his shocked reverie by a different bang on his door. "Stop that banging now, or the beating you got earlier will be nothing" which does make the elf stop bashing his head. In the same voice as before, "I am sorry great potter, but Dobby must warn you of a great danger, you must not go back to Hogwar". Any further words stop as the door begins to open and the now named Dobby pops out of the room leaving harry to deal with another beating?