Vamp Love
Summary-
Harry is abused by his family, even though he told everyone they don't believe him. He is forced to act like the hero that everyone wants to destroy the Evil Dark Lord. Harry just wants to be a normal teenage boy, or as normal a teenage wizard can get. He runs away one night after his uncle rapes him. He finds someone that can help him, but he has to decide if he wants to take the big leap from human to vampire. Evil Harry, Vampires, Mates,abuse, sexual content, Rated M.
Chapter one-
Harry was washing the dishes that were used during breakfast that he wasn't allowed to eat, oh but he was allowed to cook it and smell it, oh and don't forget see it, he just wasn't allowed to eat the food that he slaved all morning over. Harry sighed he put the soapy plate in the sink that wasn't filled with soapy water, he picked up a dirty pan and proceeded to wash the pan thinking about yesterday, the day he came back to this hell hole.
Flash back-
Harry was packing his trunk as slowly as he could not wanting to leave Hogwarts. The door to the dorm room opened, "Harry, are you still in here?" the deep voice of Ron rang through the room.
"Yea." Harry said.
"Are you still packing?" Hermione asked.
"Yes." Harry said.
"What's taking you so long mate?" Ron asked.
"I don't want to go to that home." Harry said.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"They abuse me, and my uncle rapes me every chance he gets." Harry said.
"Harry," Hermione said with a sigh, "You and I both know that Dumbledore wouldn't make you go back there if that was the truth."
"You think I'm lying?" Harry asked.
"Well, she is right mate." Ron said.
"You honestly think I'm making this up?" Harry asked his eye filling up with tears that threatened to fall any moment.
"Dumbledore promised no harm to us." Hermione said.
"Well, apparently he broke his promise!" Harry said as his tears slowly slid down his cheek, he grabbed his trunk that was finally packed and stormed out of the dorm room and down the stairs into the common room, Ron and Hermione looked at each other then ran after him. By the time they caught up to him he was climbing through the portrait hole.
"Harry wait up!" Hermione said, they were now in the hallway filled with Slytherins who stopped to watch the show.
"Why so you can call me a lair again, you're my friends, you are suppose to believe me!!" Harry yelled as he stopped and turn to look at Ron and Hermione.
"We do believe you." Ron said.
"Do you? Earlier you were saying you didn't believe me because Albus said no harm would come to us. Why the sudden change in heart?" Harry asked, Draco pushed his way into the crowd that was forming, he wanted front row seats to see the golden trio fight. "Which one of us do you believe? That crack pot old fool or me, your supposed friend."Draco looked to Hermione and Ron to see if they would answer the question right.
"Now Harry that not fair, you can't make us choose. Dumbledore is a wise man. . ." Hermione said, Draco shook his head.
'Sorry Granger, wrong answer, you lose.' Draco thought.
"Oh and what am I, a dumb little kid who just wants attention?" Harry asked, Draco laughed at how dumb Granger was.
"That's not what I was going to say. Don't put words in my mouth!" Hermione said.
"That's what it seemed like you were going to say." Harry said.
"Harry, mate, you're angry, don't take your anger out on Herms." Ron said. Harry looked at him with a venomous glare.
"So you would rather me take my anger out on you. That's fine with me." Harry said and Ron flew back and hit the wall, and Harry didn't even pull out his wand.
"Harry that was uncalled for!!" Hermione said running over to Ron who had the wind knock out him and help him sit up.
"I hate to say this, but the mud-blood is right, that was uncalled for." Draco said. Harry looked at Draco he huffed then turn to walk away.
"What ever." Harry said then walked away.
End of Flash back-
Oh yes, that memory would be placed in with the 'Best memories ever' and yes he was being sarcastic. Harry finished washing all the dirty dishes, he rinsed them and put them in the drainer. He dried his hands, walked in the the living room and looked around. The room was a mess, trash was every where, on every piece of furniture there was dirty clothes, on the walls there looked like there was -what Harry hoped- mud on the was, and some of the furniture was turned over. "What the hell did they do in here?" Harry asked. Today Dudley had his two friends over then his aunt and uncle took them to the zoo and left him to clean up. Harry started to clean up, he picked up the trash on the floor, when all the trash was picked up -there was three trash bags of trash- he started to pick up the dirty clothes -gagging while this was happening-. After two laundry baskets of dirty clothes Harry set to putting the furniture the way they were supposed to be. Harry went to the kitchen and fill a bucket with soap and water and proceeded to clean the mud of the living room -three hours later- Harry was done, all that was left to do was start up the laundry and take out the trash. Harry had just put some clothes in the washer when the front door opened and slammed shut.
"Boy where are you." Came the voice of Harry's fat-as-a-whale uncle. Harry froze, they were home early, and if he sees that the trash has yet to be taken out he would surly bet the crap out of Harry.
"Oh shit." Harry whispered then walked over to his uncle. "Yes uncle?"
"Why has the trash not been taken out?" His uncle asked pointing to the three big bags of trash sitting right in front the door.
"I haven't gotten around to taken it out." Harry said.
"You had three hours and you weren't able to have time to take the trash out?" his uncle asked.
"I-I was just about to take it out when you. . ." Harry said but his uncles fist hitting him in the head made him stop and hit the floor, that was not expected, okay that was expected but not right then.
"I don't want to hear your excuse." His uncle said as he continued to kick him in the the gut. Harry started to cough up blood, he also believes he heard one of his ribs crack.
"I-I'm sorry uncle." Harry cried as his uncle's kicks started to become harsher. Harry was pulled up by his hair, and then drug up the stairs by his hair. Harry was struggling as hard as he could. They got to Harry's room and Harry was thrown onto the bed on his stomach and was tied down. Harry started to struggle harder now, tears were rolling down his cheeks. his pants were ripped off. He heard a zipper and the rustling of fabric and then felt something hard enter him. Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. "STOP PLEASE STOP!!!" But his uncle didn't stop he continued going deeper and harder. His uncle reached around and grabbed Harry's limp cock and started to pump. After a few minutes of this both Harry and his uncle came.
"Let this be a lesson to you." his uncle said then left the room with out even untying him. Harry was left there on the bed with no pants or underwear on, tied to the bed crying his eyes out. Soon Harry had cried himself to sleep.
'Tomorrow, when they leave, I'm going to run.' was the only thought in his head.
