Isolation

Prologue

Harry felt like absolute crap! Ever since he had returned to the Dursley's for the summer his relatives had been treating him worse then ever! The chores got longer and harder and the punishment for not completing them got even more pain full. At least the pain had kept the memory of his godfather falling behind the veil out of the forefront of his mind. He hasn't had relief from the pain since the first day back. But it was ok. He deserved it after all.

Not only was he in constant pain but he was also very lonely. But he deserved that too. His uncle had killed Hedwig on the third day. Said the damn thing was too noisy. Harry missed her. She was the first friend he had ever had. Remembering her made him remember that she was also the first ever real present he had gotten.

He would be 16 in two weeks. The day that he and his godfather had decided he would spend the rest of the summer with him. But that was last year. Before he had gotten his only real family member killed. He couldn't forget the moment. It plagued him while he slept. His godfather was just another name to add to the list of people he had killed. The longer he lived the longer the list got. He wished his uncle would just finally kill him.

There was a knock on the door. Oh God! His uncle was back from work! This was bad! He had accidentally broken a plate while he was making lunch for his aunt. She had gotten mad. But not just mad she had gone into a full on rage. Had thrown the pans at him. Most of them connected. Then she had forced him to clean up the mess and locked him in his room. Also known as the torture chamber to him. For him. He quickly got off of his bed and went to kneel by the door. That's how his uncle wanted him when he entered the room for his 'fun'.

The locks on the door clicked open and the door slowly creaked open to show a large bulky mass in the doorway. His uncle's face was deep purple and had a deep red line splashed across his cheeks and nose. This was even worse. Not only was his uncle extremely mad, he was also drunk on top of it. He was sooo screwed!

When ever his uncle was drunk the punishments got worse. It wasn't just hitting and yelling. Oh no, definitely not! It also included extremely painful sex. He deserved it though. He had been told since he was four not to drop any plates. He knew better but he had done it anyway. His hands had been hurting so bad that he couldn't hold the plate properly.

"YOU UNGRATFUL FREAK! HOW DARE YOU BREAK OUR BELONGINGS!" His uncle raged. Vernon backhanded the undersized boy, throwing him across the small room. The beating went on for what felt like an eternity to Harry.

When he was at the edge of the black abyss called unconsciousness his uncle threw him on the bed. Easily removing any articles of clothing, his uncle cuffed his hands to the railing of the bed.

His uncle left the room and returned a minute later with a bucket in his hands. He threw its contents on Harry before allowing the bucket to fall to the ground. Harry was immediately pulled out of the on coming darkness by the icy water that hit him. His uncle fumbled with his zipper for a minute before pulling out his erect member. He climbed on top of the bed and spread the bleeding boy's legs apart painfully.

Without any warning or preparation, the far heavier man penetrated the fragile boy under him. Vernon quickly pulled back out before slamming in again. He continued this way, enjoying the way his penis tore through the boy, and lubricated the extremely tight passage with his pre-cum and the hot blood that leaked from the tares.

The pain was too much to handle and Harry was soon consumed by the darkness, while his uncle used his body as he pleased.

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When he awoke again he noticed his aunt and uncle standing over him. His uncle had a big, unmarked, white bottle in his hands, while his aunt had on her rubber cleaning gloves. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Dudley standing in the door way. He was smirking like he usually did before he brought his friends over for a little 'stress relief'.

Okay this was totally freaking him out. He was scared out of his mind. This could only mean trouble. He shifted uncomfortably and immediately regretted it. Pain pulsed through his whole body, causing him to whimper in pain. Dudley laughed at his pain.

"It's time, Freak," Vernon began with malice "that we teach you a lesson." An evil, blood-thirsty grin spread on his face. "Maybe, if we made the damage permanent, you might finally start listen to us."

Fear coursed through every bone of his body as the words registered in Harry's mind. He couldn't even imagine what they could do to him that they hadn't already done.

"Pet, hold the boy's head still."

Suddenly it all came together. The unmarked bottle. The rubber gloves. The evil grins. One by one the pieces fell together. They were going to bind him. Petunia's hands clenched tightly on his head. One on his forehead and one covering his mouth. His eyes widened and he started to thrash, and try to rip the hands off of his head. Pain spiked through his body, but he didn't care. He didn't like the idea of spending the rest of his life in the dark.

"Vernon make it quick."

"Alright. Dudley come hold his eyes open."

Dudley came toward the struggling teen. Harry quickly closed his eyes. He held them as tight as he could, however Dudley was stronger.

Vernon advanced with the bottle; screwing off the top as he went. He tipped the bottle over Harry's eyes.

The next minute Harry was in a world of pain. It was like the pain he was used to, yet it was completely different. It felt like something was eating through his eyes in the most painful way possible. A brief whiteness flashed in front of his eyes before everything went black. He felt the hands leave him and then he was consumed by nothingness.

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AN: I have writer's block for DDD, so i thought i would through this up to see what people thought. Please review!!