The Secrets They Kept
Will be Slash(guys on guys)
Disclaimor: If Hp was mine they'd all be gay, voldemort would be dead and their biggest worry would be what the headmaster was up to.
Prologue
In Little Whinging, a neighborhood in Surrey, stood an ordinary house. The address was 4 Privet Drive and everything from the white shiny walls to the perfectly trimmed walls screamed ordinary. However, inside that house lay a boy that was anything but ordinary. He was a sixteen year old wizard, who when orphaned at the age of one, was sent to live with his aunt, uncle and cousin. For fifteen years he had been forced to live with them. Being treated like a slave, being called a freak for things he had no control over. Things that only seemed to happen when he was upset. Then when he was eleven a letter came addressed to him from a supposed magic school called Hogwarts. Thousand of letters, many questions, and one half giant latter and he was finally free from the Dursley's for nine months out of the year. Free from the abuse, and the pain, free from there supposed curing of his abnormality and there punishments. You see Harry has a secret. A secret he'd been keeping for as long as he could remember. A secret that was slowly killing him and making him worry he may not live to see his sixth year of Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.
One thing everyone would agree upon was the fact that his eyes were the window to his soul. Now however, the once vibrant green eyes that used to be so full of life were dull and glazed. The raven colored locks were dirty and grimy and greasier than Professor Snape's. His pale vampire like skin was littered with bruises and cuts. His front had the word freak carved into it and his back had hundreds of welts that were obviously made from a belt. His name was Harry Potter better known as The Boy Who Lived. His parents had died when he was just one by a dark wizard named Voldemort who was now out to get his blood. Of course he knew none of this until he was eleven because his relatives despised all they deemed unnatural including wizards. In fact they despised there nephew and were not afraid to show it. They reminded him every day just what they thought of him and his "freakishness." That he was nothing to them but a burden. They called him freak and boy, never using his real name. They kept him in a cupboard under the stairs until he got his Hogwart's letter. Then they gave him Dudley's second bedroom for fear of what those "freaks" would do. They put locks on the door and a cat flap to keep him there. He was only allowed out to do his chores and even then only ones in the house. He was never outside which was why he was so pale. He got fed only moldy bread and warm water once a day which was why he's so skinny. Soon though things were gonna change his life. Some for the better and some for the worst. He was going to find out he wasn't the only one keeping a secret.
I know this is short but it's my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I'm not gonna post any more chapters unless people want me to so please R&R If ur gonna give criticism however please make sure its CONSTRUCTIVE. If u don't like it tell me your opinion and how i could get better. you telling me it sucks does not do anyone any good.