Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction; any reproduction of names and places is merely coincidental. You should not make any inferences about the people or culture of the places I'm writing about as they were randomly selected and do not mimic any real life events. On that note none of the practices written about in this story should be implemented in real life, and i do not condone the practices I'm writing about at be aware that there will be abuse and m/m relationships in this story. If that bothers you, please do not read or comment.
Harry Potter may as well have been born a slave. He knew no other life than the meager existence that he'd grown accustomed to over the last 6 years at 4 Privet Drive. His Aunt and Uncle or rather Master & Mistress Dursley were always appalled by their freak servant, and Young Master Dudley, the apple of his parents' eyes, had free range in adding to The Freak's disciplinary beatings. Consequently these disciplinary beatings coincided with any bad news or grievance that befell the Dursley's.
From a very early age The Freak learnt not to speak or offer up any form of a struggle, and to never do anything "freakish". He often dreamed of flying motorcycles and a huge man, and a beautiful woman who smiled at him alone, but other than dreams his life was bleak and a horrid sort of existence. And thus the pattern of The Freak's life continued on year after year. However, on one fateful January morning Master Dursley came home early and in a joyful mood. Instantly The Freak new that something was different as Master Dursley never came home early on Thursdays.
As Vernon Dursley walked in the door he immediately yelled 'Petunia'! Quickly a middle aged woman ran down the stairs her hair in a set of curlers and clothed in a bathroom. Vernon! What are you doing home? You'll never believe it per, they've finally given me a promotion, they've made me head of Eastern sales!
At this exclamation Petunia stared at him in shock before focusing in on the most derailing part of the statement. In a high crisp voice she echoed Eastern Sales back at him. "The head of Eastern Sales", Vernon what does this mean! She was answered by odd chuckle and Vernon saying 'Why Pet it means we're moving to Nanking in the Jiangsu province of China. And that was the end of the conversation as Petunia collapsed with information overload.
Vernon let Petunia fall and bellowed for the Freak to come and put Petunia to bed. Harry struggled under the weight of his Aunt up the stairs and into the Master bedroom before slowly dragging her body up on the bed. Collapsing after completing his task Harry thought briefly about what he'd overheard. They were moving. Moving to a place Harry had only heard of once or twice from the telly that blasted while he cooked dinner.
As Vernon started up the stairs, a loud creaking moan was heard under his weight which alerted Harry to his approach. He quickly jumped to attention and darted to the washroom to wet a kerchief for his Aunt and laid it upon her head. As Master Dursley walked in he came to the side of the bed and shoved the Freak out his way with a grimace. After lightly slapping Petunia, she started to come around and immediately noticed that she was no longer in the foyer. Rather she was back in her bed and gushed at how wonderful her husband was to carry her upstairs. Taking the credit for this act Vernon and Petunia continued to iron out some of the details of his new promotion until Dudley came home.
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