DISCALMER: I own nothing, I would be rich if I did...

WARNING: RAPE! UNDERAGE RAPE! HARRY IS ONLY 5: plz no flames :/

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'Stop, stop, please just stop!' It hurt so bad, he wanted it to end. He didn't think his small body could handle it too much longer, but his uncle just kept going, slashing his back, and thrusting into him like an animal. Everything ached. 'Please, Please, just kill me... please.' He sobbed and cried, he couldn't do anything, he was trapped, nowhere to go. "STOP!" He screamed. There was a flash of white light and then everything went black.

:END RAPE (not very long see):

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When he woke up everything was cloudy, he couldn't see anything. He gingerly raised up and 'gazed' around the room, mindful of his injuries. His eyes had cleared up just a tiny bit, he saw his uncle on the floor unmoving. He didn't try to wake him up, too scared to even move. Then he realized something... Why was everything so Big? Even the beer bottles his uncle had drank were bigger than he was. He wanted to look in the mirror but the only one he could reach at this height, was in his uncle's room and even with him 'passed out' on the floor like this, he wouldn't chance it. That wouldn't mean he wouldn't take the opportunity to run though... He bolted as quick as he could on his two le-wait... he was on four legs!? He couldn't afford the time to stop and look at himself, he figured he would find out eventually... Hopping out of the tall kitchen window was quite the challenge, and he had almost injured himself even more. luckily he didn't, and he landed on his feet, as soon as he hit the ground he took off as fast as he could, running past the almost identical cookie cutter houses. When he got to the end of the street, he took a left as he remembered a vast shopping plaza near there. There was bound to be at least one reflective thing there.

Stoping at the broad road with large vehicles and bustling towns people he hurried down to a shop window to see if he could see himself. He hopped on the window seal, but an elderly lady shooed him down landing him in a murky puddle. In that puddle he could see himself... or what he thought was himself. There that stared back at him was a fluffy black cat, hair matted with blood, dirt and now muddy water. He could see he still had his unusual eyes so that was wonderful. The color of his eyes always comforted him, he didn't know why.

Now that he knew what he was he had to figure out what he would do from here where was he going to sleep? What was he going to eat? These where questions five-year-olds shouldn't have to answer, but then again he was never normal anyways, so why not add being a cat to that list too. Looking around as best as he could without his glasses, noting internally that, that was probably the reason he couldn't see. He couldn't see anything that stuck out or called to him, all he saw was a butling street filled with obese people hurrying to get to their destination, without a care for anyone or anything else other than themselves. That is until he saw two people come out of an alley, one a lady with crazy hair, and the other a young man with dark hair, looking a tad crazy himself. He didn't know what compelled him to walk over to them, but he did. He crouched behind a small lamp-post that was close to where they were standing. The lady looked over at him and gained a crazed look. She walked over to him and crouched down.

He sai-Meowed a hello to her, and she said,

"AWWW! Rodolphus come over here and look at this!" She yelled over to the other man.

"Bella, if this is another dead animal, I will kill you." He said seriously.

Harry hunched down to the ground, not comfortable the attention they were giving him.

The man, Rodolphus, walked over and stared down at his small form, and snickered.

"A cat, Bella?" The man chuckled and reached down to pet him.

Harry freaked, thinking he would hit him. He scratched him as hard as he could and the man swore pulling his hand back, "Bloody Hell! That damned cat!"

"Ha look, the cat's got a fire in it, I like him!" Bella Laughed

"Oh you shut it, you're not the one who got scratched." Rodolphus said scowling.

"Your just mad, cause it scratched ya."

Rodolphus scoffed, "Either take it, or kill it, we gotta' go." Pointing at the cat.

Harry whimpered, not liking being killed at all. He gingerly licked the pointed finger in apology.

"Aww, see look he's sorry."

"No he just don't wanna' be killed." Rodolphus said, thinking, 'smart cat'

"What ever, I'm keeping him." Rodolphus nodded,

"Let's go then."

That's it for now

bye, bye ;)