Title: The Real Me
Author: 1Padfoot1
Disclaimer: I don not own Harry Potter… JKR does.
Rating: M
Pairing: HP/DM
Warnings: Slash, Rape(I may add more warnings as the story progresses) Male/Male, Severitus
Summary: Harry's finally had enough of how people are treating him.
Authors note: Hello, this is my first fan fic so please be nice. If you want me to continue the story, please let me know. No flames please. Hope you enjoy and review.
The Real me by 1Padfoot1
Chapter 1: Birthday Treat
Harry's POV
On my 17th birthday I awoke to loud thumping coming from downstairs. I instantly assumed that it would be Uncle Vernon. A few minutes later found out that my assumptions were correct, as he begun to ascend the stairs.
As the thumping got louder, I started to feel dread as I knew what it was time for.
My special birthday treat
What is my birthday treat? Well your about to find out. He has given me this treat nearly every year since my 7th birthday. I know I'm getting one this year as I heard Aunt Petunia bragging about some boring social event she's going to.
See, Uncle Vernon only gives me my treat when Petunia isn't in the house. It doesn't really matter if Dudley, my cousin is here because occasionally he actually joins in on the fun.
Not today though, today's just me and my darling Uncle Vernon. I can hear his footsteps getting closer and louder… Any second now 3...2...1
BANG!
And it's party time. I pull my blankets up as Uncle Vernon's obese body storms into my room.
Shit!
Oh, crap, it's going to be bad today, judging by that sadistic smirk he's got plastered across his face.
"Boy! Guess what time it is!"
My only answer to this is a whimper as I'm too scared to do or say anything, but what would be point, if the end result will be the same anyway!
"you ungrateful little brat! Answer when I talk to you!" he snarled, I mumbled a quick "Sorry, Uncle Vernon" in reply. Apparently this just enraged him further, as he heavily plodded up to my bed and snatched my pathetic excuse for a blanket away from me and threw them across the room. Then he roughly yanked me up by my growing hair so that I was now face to face with my monster of an Uncle.
I was now whimpering a little, frightened by what he was going to do to me. He just held my face up so that I couldn't move away, when he finally spoke, it was in a cruel, cold tone. "You're a pathetic freak" and threw me across the room, so that my head collided with the hard, cold surface of the wall, causing instant pain and blood to cake my jet black hair.
When I attempted to get back up, Vernon strode over to where I was and lifted me up by my neck and slammed my face into the wall, effectively breaking my nose on impact. I screamed, blood pouring down my face. I whimpered pathetically as I felt the metallic taste of my own blood enter my mouth.
"Please… U-Uncle Vernon" I begged uselessly as I already knew he wouldn't stop until he got what he came for. He striked me across the face, leaving a stinging sensation on my right cheek.
I tried to push him off me, only to be slammed against the wall, his chest against mine, his leg pushed inbetween mine as he leant towards my ear, his stale, warm breath making me shiver.
"You want some more do you? Me being the generous man that I am will give you just that." he whispered cruelly.
And with that he dragged me yet again by my hair and threw me onto the bed, and landed with a thump. I painfully turned so I could see what the muggle version of Voldemort was doing.
He saw me looking at him and smirked.
"It's time for you birthday treat boy!" I whimpered in reply and backed up against the wall. He pointed a fat wobbly finger and spat
"stay"
His fat hands went down to unbuckle his belt, my eyes widened at this, although I knew this would happen, it doesn't make me any less scared doe sit?
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried my hardest not to let the tears in my eyes fall. I heard his jeans fall to the floor. I quickly looked up and saw him step out of his jeans.
I noticed that he was half hard already, he noticed that I was looking and snarled
"See something you like, freak?"
I quickly looked away, a few seconds later I felt the bed move and looked up to find a naked Vernon Dursley moving closer and closer to my filthy, contaminated body. His cold hands on my hips, he quickly and roughly pulled off my black boxers.
I whimpered again and whispered
"Uncle Vernon… pl-please I-I'll be good… stop p-please" he looked up at me with a vicious smirk and juist flipped me over. I felt his cold, large hands touch my arse and I whispered
"Please"
"what was that boy? You like this don't you" he snarled. With that he thrust his erection inside with force and without mercy.
I shrieked in absloute pain. Without any lubricant of any kind I colud feel my arse being torn open.
"S-stop…please" I begged hopelessly. He just ignored and thrust harder, tears now falling freely down my face shamelessly, dampening the pillow.
"Fuck… so tight! … you like this… ugh… don't you… filthy little faggot!" he moaned loudly. I kept screaming and begging him to stop until my throat was raw. I finally gave up trying to stop him.
"that's it! FUCK! Ugh! Dirty little… ugh… fuckin' WHORE!" he screamed.
I just lay there in so much pain not able to do anything to stop him him from violating my body… again. It hurt as much as much, if not more as the first time did. I couldn't scream any more, so I lay there whimpering, muttering "stop" over and over again. I was wishing, hoping that the pain would stop soon.
"Fucking hell… so good… AHH FUCK!" he screamed, and in what seemed like hoursIe finally felt an explosion of fluid inside me, he let out one last moan and quickly pulled himself out of me and whispered in, my ear
"Happy Birthday freak"
He put back on his clothes and left my room, stomping his feet all the way. When I hears the door slam, I broke down sobbing, letting all of my pain and anguish out, crying myself into an uneasy sleep.
So, what do you think? Should I continue or not?
