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Chapter Titles:

(L) - Chapter contains lime or adult scene.

(X) - Chapter contains lemon or sex scene.

(V) - Chapter contains gratuitous violence.


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Tonks looked over at Harry; curled up and asleep on his tiny broken bed, with its threadbare sheets, well-worn mattress and torn pillow.

She could see him shiver; while it may have been the summer the room felt next to freezing in the middle of the night and this evening in particular the temperature was well into the single digits.

Wrapping herself in her own coat, she wished she could have just conjured a blanket for him or spelled the room with a little magical warmth.

But Dumbledore had made her and everyone else who was assigned to guard him swear an oath not to interfere unless he was in dire danger.

There was a list of things that were considered "dire", but it did not include the beatings by his uncle, starvation by his aunt or torment by his obese and semi-psychotic cousin.

Had she known what was happening she would never have sworn the oath, but up until her first patrol she had believed he was living in the lap of luxury with his kind and loving family relatives.

"Oh how I was wrong", she cursed quietly to herself.

To him and anyone else she was invisible, hidden behind a special barrier erected in the corner of the room. She could follow at a distance once he awoke but whilst he was asleep she was confined in the corner and made to simply watch over him.

The oath itself forbade her from reporting the abuse to anyone but Dumbledore. She had tried on several occasions to start an investigation as an Auror, but every single time she had attempted to start the paperwork or tell a protections officer she became confounded by the oaths magic of secrecy.

Her only hope, and what a dreadful hope it was, was that the Dursley's would one day go too far and she could finally step in and save him. But what a horror that intervention would be for his situation was already at the black end of the moral spectrum.

Tonks sighed and resolved herself once again to simply to watching him sleep; she made a note to subtly suggest to his friends that they should send him a care package. The oath might prevent her from sending one herself and from saying it directly but with enough hints and vague comments; especially around Molly, Tonks was sure she could at least prevent him from starving by the end of summer.

Then it happened.

The door to the room opened quietly and Harry's belligerent uncle, Vernon, stumbled into the second bedroom and smallest room of the house, a sizable bottle of bourbon in one hand and a cricket bat in the other.

The man was obviously drunk for he swayed with every step he took and even from across the room Tonks could smell that he reeked of booze.

She watched him take a hefty swig from the bottle before he raised the bat above Harry's bed.

Tonks tried to move forward but was stopped by the barrier. She cursed and cringed as the wood connected with the sleeping boy's flesh with a wet thud.

"Apparently it was not too dire to interfere" she snarled.

She grimaced again as the bat came down hard on Harry once more; he screamed partly from the shock of being woken so violently and the pain that had begun to course through his body.

Tonks tried moving again but was still stopped by the barrier, she sent her Patronus Charm with an urgent message to Dumbledore just as Vernon began wailing strike after struck upon the defenceless child.

"Worthless freak!" His uncle spat gulping more booze and swinging the bat harder and harder, "this will teach ya!"

Tonks tried to shout, but the words never passed her lips. The words caught in the back of her throat before they could be made into sounds someone could hear.

She stumbled back repulsed as she could only look on helplessly as Vernon dug the bat into Harry's stomach and kicked out at the boy's face.

The man paused and looked down at his handy work, blood and gore littered the bed and bat alike.

"I know how to teach ya real good." Vernon grinned dropping the bat and draining the last drops of alcohol from the bottle.

The man moved onto the bed, pulling his belt apart with one hand while steadying his girth against the wall with his other. The bed buckled under the added weight.

Tonks smashed her fists against the barrier realising what the man intended to do next to the boy.

Vernon ripped Harry's panama pants down with ease, the thin and shabby cloth parting easily with little effort.

"Petunia won't let me fuck her ass so you're going to be my bitch for the rest of the summer boy!" Vernon crowed, "Just like old times, hey boy!"

Vernon had his own pants down by then, his heavy gut hid the majority of his crotch but Tonks could just make out a meaty little prick of a hardon as he rolled Harry over so his face was pushed down firmly into the remnants of the pillow.

All Harry could do was groan and whimper, his mouth was a mass of blood and his face was now swollen and bruised.

Tonks drew her wand but no spell would cast from its tip, she pushed against the barrier but her hand remained locked in the air as if pressed against a pane of strong glass.

Her rage filled face silent as she beat against the barrier with her fists.

She was invisible to Harry and his uncle, an invisible silent observer unable to act because of the damn oath she had made without thinking.

Vernon drew Harry closer and the boy screamed in pain. His face filled with absolute dread and fear.

"Here comes your old friend!" Vernon jeered as he pulled Harry's boxers off and gripped Harry's hips.

Vernon thrust and Tonks screamed, the sound finally leaving her lips as the oath faltered.

The barrier disappeared and she launched herself at the man atop the boy.

Her wand swung down as she cast a blasting hex that blew the fat man through the wall. A series of cutting charms followed as she ran to bed.

She grabbed Harry and apparated to St. Mungo's directly.

She could not care less if his uncle was alive or dead after her onslaught, but if he were still alive she would return to finish the job soon.


Authors Note: This is a drabble idea. Fixed up the little bits and pieces people reviewed about.

-Death270