Ok so this is my first posted fic. This is sort of an experiment to see if I will continue to post it on here. My original copy has graphic scenes so I will try and edit them. I hope you enjoy the twisted ideas that float through my mind.

WARNING: contains mention of rape, abuse, self-mutilation (in later chaps)

I not now nor will I ever own Harry Potter and company.

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Harry was back for his last summer at the Dursley's. A passerby would never know the terrors that ensue in the relatively normal looking house of 4 Private Drive.

"Harry Potter, get your ass in here now!" yelled an angry, purpled faced Vernon Dursely. Harry very weakly emerged from the kitchen, wincing at the discrete pain in his shoulder, where a knife had stabbed him the night before. He trudged into the living room to be greeted by his over weight cousin, Dudley. Once again laying on the floor bleeding, Harry only chanted one thing; two more days. Yes in two more days, Harry will be leaving for the 'Burrow" to stay with the Weasley family for the remainder of the summer.

Harry had changed over the summer. His once unruly raven locks, were now tamed and reached his shoulders. His eyes no longer pure emerald green; they had noticeable gold specks within the orbs. He now stood 5'9" and very built due to the labor he had to do around the house. On his left bicep, he had a tattoo of a dragon and snake intertwined.

"I said get in here," Vernon said while kicking Harry in his stomach. Harry lay on the ground in a fetal position on the ground for a couple of seconds. He was then drug ruthlessly into the living room by his hair.

Harry knew long ago that if he were to scream, the punishment would be worse. He knew what was about to happen, and he's had enough.

"Get your fucking hands off of me," he yelled to his uncle who was in the middles of undressing him. Vernon socked Harry in the jaw.

"Shut up and take it like what you are… a whore," he said. Harry tried to get up and run, but he was soon knocked out by Vernon. Harry finally came to when his uncle was zipping his trousers.

For the fourth time that week, Harry felt dirty and used. He walked into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. There were some bruises that marred his face, some old, some new. Harry searched in the cabinet under the sink until he found a pair of scissors. Grabbing a hand full of hair, he raised the scissors to his hair and continued to cut it off. He only left his hair long enough to be spiked. Cleaning up his mess,he then went to bed.

I woke up, just like every morning. The birds where happily singing outside. 'Happy? Such a foreign word to me.' Making up my mind, I decided that today will be different from all the rest. I will stop taking the shit from my cousin and uncle. I no longer will hide my secrets, my relatives will fear me. They will wish the had treated me like a king.

I trudge downstairs to once again be greeted by my over weight cow of a cousin .

"What did you do to your hair?" he asked me.

"Fuck off," was my smart reply.

"Watch your mouth, boy," my uncle bellows from the table. I turn my head towards him, eyes squinting.

"Rictorshempra," I hiss in parseltongue. My uncle flew from his chair and into a wall, creating a hole. My aunt is already by his side crying, before I fully turn my head towards my cousin.

"P.pp..please, d.don't hurt m..m..me," my cousin stutters to me, seeing the murderous look in my eyes. With a smirk, I turn and walk back up to my room to dress.

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Ok that's it for now. Please review and tell me what you think of it

I don't know when the next time I will upd8, but I will try to get it up soon.