This story starts out with extreme physical violence. If you cannot handle this, or do not want to read, please stop here. I have warned you.

This is the first slash fanfic I've written and I'd appreciate any feedback I can get; negative or positive I don't care. I'm not telling you that it's my first fic so you give me pity and tell me how wonderful it is, I'm telling you so you give me criticism as to how to make it better.

I'm currently looking for a beta for this story, so if you're interested let me know. I'm keeping the fic as cannon-compliant as possible so I'd appreciate any extra help to make sure I accomplish that.

Disclaimer: I'm not JKR, more's the pity. None of this is actually what happens during the 7th book (unless of course I've suddenly become a Seer which is highly unlikely) and is merely for my own enjoyment... and yours too if you so desire. On with the story!

Prologue: Welcome Home

Harry emerged from Platform 9 ¾ looking sadly at his two friends. They hadn't noticed his withdrawn state on the train ride, but he really couldn't blame them. They had been too busy making their rounds while he had contemplated horcruxes and the mysterious RAB. He turned his gaze from them to the piercing glare of his uncle coming from the car. Sighing to himself he walked away from Ron and Hermione, gritting his teeth and telling himself repeatedly that he only had to stay with them for a few days before he could leave to go searching for Horcruxes. After a week he'd be free of them and after his birthday he'd be free to use magic to hunt Voldemort and his Death Eaters; he'd be free to hunt those who had taken all he'd ever loved away.

"Hurry up boy and get in." Harry looked up at his uncle in surprise. He hadn't even realized that he had made it all the way to the car. "I. Said. Hurry. Up!" Vernon growled and shoved Harry roughly into the backseat of the car, throwing his trunk in on top of him. Harry heard a sickening crunch coming from his lower leg which had been twisted before the trunk was thrown on top.

'What a great way to start the summer.' Harry thought to himself, inspecting the damage already inflicted upon his person. 'Split lip, bloody nose, and a broken ankle. Oh yea, great start.'

During the ride "home" Harry busied himself with pushing as much healing magic as possible into his ankle in an attempt to fix it before he had to walk on it again. He knew that in the past he had healed his breaks when Vernon had been particularly upset with him and decided that for once he would heal the bones on his own and before he was punished for limping. Unfortunately it didn't work and all too soon he was being pulled out of the car and shoved into the house.

Only after throwing his trunk into the heavily padlocked cupboard and adding a few locks to Hedwig's cage did Vernon pay attention to his nephew. Harry was dragged up to his bedroom and locked in. Harry had just settled Hedwig's cage on his desk when his uncle opened the cat flap and began to yell at him.

"Now you listen here boy. There will be none of your freaky ways this year. No one is allowed to come visit you and no one will be coming to take you away. That ruddy bird is to stay in the cage. You will make sure this house remains spotless and do all the chores that Petunia needs help with. No Complaining! If you do one thing wrong it's back to the cupboard for you. Anything after that…. well… use your imagination." The cat flap closed with a bang and Harry shuddered.

"Long summer indeed." He settled back to get some rest now, thinking that perhaps he could get some of his school supplies out later while everyone was asleep. His rest didn't last long, however, because after only an hour his uncle came barging into his room absolutely furious.

"Boy! I told you there would be no freakiness this summer. You have disobeyed me for the last time. You'll regret this, I promise you. You'll regret this."

"I'm sorry sir… I haven't done anything. I've been in my room with no way out." At this his uncle advanced on the bad and Harry subconsciously pushed himself back against the wall.

"Don't lie to me boy! I know you turned Dudley pink and then made him run around the house squealing like a pig." Having finally reached Harry, Vernon punched him in the face. While Harry was regaining his senses after the punch, Vernon stripped him of his clothes and pushed him roughly down onto the bed. He then pulled out three strong ribbons and quickly used them to tie now sobbing Harry facedown on the bed. His hands were tied together and each leg was bound to a corner of the bed. Harry had been left defenseless.

"Uncle Vernon, please… No. I didn't do anything I swear! I can't do magic—." He was cut off when a belt whipped across his back and he screamed in pain.

"I know you did this boy. Don't" He whipped Harry again, "Lie." Again "to" a fourth time, "ME!" The fifth time the belt whipped across his flesh, Harry felt blood start trickling down his back and heard his uncle grin in admiration of his handiwork. The belt lashed out five more times, each time drawing more and more blood until Harry was hovering near blissful unconsciousness. Unfortunately his uncle noticed Harry's lack of attention, and applied pressure to Harry's broken ankle. The pain of that brought him completely back to consciousness as another scream tore through him.

"Oh, did that hurt? Too bad mummy and daddy aren't here to hug you and make it all better." The mocking tone in his voice had Harry growling, and that only made his uncle continue. "I liked that noise. Lets see if we can't hear it again."

Harry listened as his uncle grunted and looked around the room for something, becoming more afraid every moment. Harry felt his uncle return to the bed and a moment later felt himself flipped onto his bleeding back and tied down again. He watched as his uncle raised one of the bars from his windows and brought it down, shattering his femur. The process was repeated down the leg with careful precision make sure to shatter every bit of the femur, and then the knee cap as well. The kneecap on his left leg was also shattered into a million pieces before his uncle dropped the bar and grabbed the leg by the knee and ankle, lifting it up and breaking the bone in the lower leg in two over his fat leg with a sickening snap.

By the time his uncle stopped the torture, Harry was unable to stop screaming. He heard his uncle laugh as he began to cut away at his boxers. It was all Harry could do to stop screaming and stifle the sobs wracking his body; he didn't want to give his uncle that satisfaction. He didn't know how he had avoided this particular punishment for the five previous summers since learning he was a wizard, but it didn't seem like he'd avoid it this time. As his uncle pushed into him without any preparation, Harry lost the battle with himself and screamed bloody murder.

Finally, Vernon came with a roar and a fit of maniacal laughter and pulled himself out of his nephew. He took one look at the freak lying helplessly on the bed, blood and cum mixing together as they flowed freely from his abused body, and punched him one last time in the head. That was all it took before Harry fell blissfully and finally unconscious.