Coming To Terms

Summary: Harry's rescued from the Dursley's only to discover that his new guardian is Snape. Not only does he have to deal with his new heritage, but he has an older half brother to come to terms with.

Disclaimer: I don't own any thing that has to do with Harry Potter, all the credit goes to JK Rowling.

Warnings: This chapter starts with attempted rape, violence, and bad language. In later chapters there's going to be slash and possible sexual situations. Please don't read if any of these things offend you horribly.

Chapter 1: Uncle Vernon

Harry nervously sat on the ragged twin bed that resided in the confines of Dudley's second bedroom. His nerves steadily worsened as it neared the time for his uncle Vernon to come home from work. His uncle had been acting strangely towards him since his started going through what he assumed was puberty. His lips had become pouty, while his eyes had angled making them look like exotic pools of emerald. Not only did his features change, but his hair become a long, glossy ebony wave that sat comfortably at the curve of his lower back. Over all the subtle changes made him look like a girl, which was something he was predicting was going to cause him a lot of trouble.

Already Vernon had started doing things that were making him very uncomfortable. At first he didn't notice the things he was doing, like staring at him for long periods of time. Harry had passed it off on Vernon wanting to make sure he did his work right. 

Then as his features became more prominent, Vernon's actions became bolder. If they'd happen to be in the room together the older man would find an excuse to touch him. The other day he had made up a lame excuse saying Harry was sneaking food out of the kitchen just so he could bodily search him. Harry noticed that he squeezed his bum particularly hard when it was painfully obvious that he wasn't hiding anything.

Now that his aunt Petunia, and cousin Dudley were gone on a visit to Marge's house, (that Vernon insisted he could not participate in because of work) Harry was terrified. He jumped when he heard the distinctive sound of heavy footsteps on the old wooden stairs of the Dursley house. They stopped right in front of his bedroom door, and Harry's hand reached for his wand only to remember Vernon had locked it in the cupboard with the rest of his school supplies. All he could do was stand horror struck as the door knob twisted and Vernon's Heavy mass entered not even giving Harry a warning before he advanced on the young teen and started yanking off the baggy hand downs he were.

"Uncle Vernon what are you doing! Please stop!" Harry pleaded resisting with all his might.

Vernon ignored the pleas as he finally ripped his nephew's shirt off. "Don't play dumb with me boy! I've seen you walking around here like some whore in heat. You've been playing with fire flaunting that pretty little arse of yours around all week, and now that I'm about to give you what you want your playing innocent."

Harry screamed hoping someone would hear him as his pants were pulled away from his thin hips.

"Scream all you want to boy, but no ones gonna hear you. Maybe if you weren't such a faggot whore this wouldn't of happened" Vernon' s hand suddenly gripped Harry's groin tightly causing the teen to wail in pain and despair resigning himself to the inevitable rape his was about to experience. Vernon backhanded him hard trying to stop the irritating screams which only succeeded in making him loose consciousness.

Harry vaguely noticed a black figure enter the room as his vision slowly darkened into oblivion. His last thought was, 'Well, at least the death eaters will kill both of us before he gets to touch me any further.'