𝙚𝙪𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖; 𝚓𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚞

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┃an angsty story about harry
being bullied on the
playground because sadness is fun :D
┃pt 1 

the playground of st. grogory's primary school was a zoo. children running and screaming, climbing and jumping, swinging and sliding. you would find fun in spending time on the swings, seeing how high you could go or how far you could jump off. you would enjoy going down the different slides, getting charged up and attempting to shock your friends with your little hands. you would find it thrilling to play on the seesaw, not capable of grasping the physics behind it at all.

unless of course you were little harry potter in the sandbox. he preferred sitting in the sand (legs criss-cross-apple-sauced, like his teacher taught him to) making up tales with his many different toys. magical tales of mermaids, dragons, wizards and witches. sometimes tales of beautiful princesses in flouncing dresses being held captive in dark chambers by large snakes and being saved by a dashing knight in shining armor. 

little harry potter was enjoying making up another fairytale, this one about a boy who battles a malevolent dragon to obtain a golden egg, when he heard someone say "hey you!" 

he looked up and saw a gang of five boys much larger than he and assumed they most definitely could not be talking to him so he returned back to playing. 

"oi goggles i'm talking to you!" said the largest boy of the group, dudley dursley, his golden-spun hair a fiasco of curls upon his round head. everyone knew dudley dursley. he was the biggest bully in school, metaphorically and physically. and his goons; piers polkiss, dennis, malcom, and gordon were just as nasty. 

harry didn't appreciate being called goggles and turned roseate at the nickname. he raised his face to look at dudley to show that he was not afraid, his pea-pod green eyes sparkling defiantly under the afternoon sun's golden rays. 

"give me that dragon toy." dudley demanded. 

harry didn't quite know how to respond to this, and with a raised raven brow he asked, "pardon?" 

piers sneered. "are you deaf or something goggles? he asked for your dragon toy, now hand it over and run along and go draw your freaky pictures or something." 

this made harry's face rosy even more. harry had been given an essay assignment about his role model, and harry had chosen his uncle padfoot. he had written about how uncle padfoot rides a flying red motorcyle, and even drew the mentioned motorcycle(with sirius on it and him in the sidecar). his teacher however decided to belittle harry in front of the class, saying he was incapable of differentiating reality from fiction. when harry had insisted that it was in fact real, and showed them the drawing as evidence, the entire class howled with mocking laughter towards him. 

"my name isn't goggles, it's harry." corrected harry with a scowl, "and no. i will not give you my hungarian horntail, it's mine."

dudley and his crew laughed. it was obvious that they wouldn't take no for an answer, but clearly they were underestimating the mule-like stubbornness of a potter.

"you probably didn't understand me goggles, i wasn't asking you, i was telling you. hand it over." dudley said, with extra emphasis on the nickname. 

"i will not." 

"right now." 

"it's not yours." 

"it's mine now, because i want it. so give it to me." 

"no." 

dudley was starting to go red with anger, a complexion that made him resemble roasted pork. "now i'm going to count to three..." he started. 

"that's as high as you can count, i reckon." harry mumbled. 

dudley ignored this remark and kept talking. "that means that you have three seconds until i stop being nice. okay?"

the rest of the gang started laughing, they liked it when dudley 'stopped being nice.'

"one..."

"you can't make me." 

"two..." 

"i'm not giving you anything." 

there was a graceful pause before dudley said "...three." 

dudley's gang members all started saying "oooooh" as dudley's face was turned to an angry shade of purple. 

"you're in trouble now, goggles." piers laughed. 

"wanna know what happens to people that say no to me goggles?" dudley asked. 

harry pretended to be uninterested, playing with his toys. though his heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode. 

"this!" dudley yelled before giving harry a strong punch to the nose. 

this punch was not like any punch had ever received before, this punch was so powerful that not only did it snap the bridge of his glasses but with a sickening crack sound his nose was broken as well. 

harry fell back from the sheer force of it, clutching his nose that had started gushing blood. he started feeling around for his glasses, vision blurry, but one of the goons had stepped on his hand. 

through blurry vision, harry could make out dudley triumphantly picking up his hungarian horntail toy. 

"we should make him eat sand..." piers suggested. 

"yeah dudley, make him eat sand!" dennis echoed.
malcom cheered and laughed in agreement. 

"hmm...maybe that's a good idea, it will give goggles a lesson he'll never forget." harry could hear the smile in dudley's voice. 

harry had tried to crawl away, one hand on his nose, but suddenly he was being hoisted up by one of the boys. he kicked and squirmed as best he could but he was no match for three boys at the same time. 

"let me go! let me go!" harry cried. 

dudley grabbed the back of harry's head with one hand, the other clutching the dragon toy. "don't worry, we'll let you go..." he said, 

"after you eat sand of course!" and with that harry head forced into the sand, though he pursed his lips to avoid eating any of it. 

the pain and humiliation was too much for harry, and the sound of the boys laughing as dudley repeatedly slammed his head into the sand was growing to be too much too. he wished he understood his magic, the same way his mother did when she was a child. he wanted to hurt dudley just as bad,
he wanted to humiliate dudley just as bad, 
he wanted to turn dudley into a 
big,
fat,
pig. 

dudley yelped, letting go of harry, and the other four boys loosened their grips to check what had happened. this allowed harry to squirm out of their grips and scramble for his broken glasses. 

"what happened dudley?"malcom asked. 

dudley had gone pale, opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish, but he couldn't explain what happened. nobody could explain what happened. 

"er dudley..." piers said, he had also gone pale. 

"wh-what did he do to me?" 

"i think we need to go see the nurse." 

"what?" 

"NOW." 

it was difficult to explain but somehow dudley seemed to have grown a...