A/N This is a very dark Fic! Rape/Abuse, Slash, and lots of tears! If this upsets you, press the back button! If not continue to read and review!
Chapter 1
Every one always thought that my family, the Weasleys were one of the happiest wizarding families around, despite how dirt poor we were, that was true, once upon a time any way. But that time feels like it was a life time away, I can't remember the last time I was happy being a Weasley. Every thing changed last summer, and not for the best, I spent most of my time at school, enjoying life, I didn't realise how bad things had gotten at home. Christmas came to soon, I was rejoined with my family, Harry was there of course, because he is pretty much family, only now, I'm not so sure he would want to be in this family, I'm not even sure I want to be in this family.
It happened when dad lost his job, you could say it all went down hill from there, but it wasn't a hill, it was a mountain, a never ending steep mountain, and we were so far down the bottom, I forgot what it was like to be at the top. He didn't have a fancy job or anything, but it was something our family benefited from, he worked at the ministry, head of muggle artefacts, respectable, but the ministry saw it as a useless job, and a waste of money, so they let him go, and now they've left us with nothing. Dad was heart broken, his job meant the world to him, and with out it, he was lost. He asked the ministry for any other jobs, but there was none, well they said there was none that suited his skills. Mum reassured all of us, telling us not to worry, and sent us letters of hope every day, but we all saw through it. They had been fighting, my parents fighting every day, spending the holidays with them were hard, I hated seeing mum and dad fight, I hated seeing my little sister watch them fight, and I hated Harry seeing them fight, he was as much of a son to them as I was, and watching it for him broke his heart as it did all of ours. But that's not when I started hating being related to them, that came the summer after dad lost his job.
The twins who now had a business of their own, and was doing extremely well, gave most of their earnings to mum and dad, to keep the family running, at first I thought mum would refuse, but she didn't, so we didn't have money problems, but the fighting, that continued. It would start out over stupid things, it now seemed that my dad, the once muggle loving father had now taken it a hobby to drink himself stupid ever day no matter what the time was, he'd call mum useless, and shout at Ginny for no reason, and I would hate it. I would stand up for Ginny at all costs, and I helped mum out all the time, even when she insisted that I started to live like a normal teenage boy, but I couldn't be normal, not when it started. Dad was drunk, blissfully drunk to the fact that he couldn't remember my name, he just saw me as another one of his victims. I was listening to another one of their arguments when it had started, a glass was smashed, and a door slammed, I secretly wished it was dad, and silently hoped he wasn't coming back, but it was mum, she was the one who slammed the door, and my door burst opened. And there was dad, only he didn't look like my dad any more, he was a monster.
When dad worked for the ministry, he would bring home all sorts of muggle stuff, and I would be fascinated by it, I was truly my fathers son, only now I would never admit to that. I would read newspapers, unlike the ones I'm used to, the pictures didn't move, and the writing was straight, and didn't go of in any directions, but the things I read in them shocked me to the point I saw past how foreign muggle life was to me. I would read about murders, terrorists, and I would think of Voldermourt, but that wasn't the worst of it, I would read about parents abusing their children, fathers doing horrible stuff to the younger children, and getting away with it, and I was always glad that I had a normal family, but now my family was anything but normal, and reading about these horrible stories, wasn't half as bad as being one of the characters in them. My dad would let out all his tension through me, whether it was anger, frustration or hatred, and then there was the other sort of tension, the one that I could never forgive my father for, the sexual kind. At the age of fifteen, my father had took my virginity, but that was something I could never tell any one, especially mum. I thought it would stop after the first night, because he didn't come back the night after, but I was awake, trembling against the door pleading with any one who would listen, and it worked. But the next night, he came back. It continued for just over a week, and during that week I couldn't eat and couldn't sleep, I felt drained, as if my body wasn't my own, mum would always ask why I wouldn't eat, and when I couldn't find an answer I would eat, and my body would refuse the food and I would be forced to make myself sick. I slept on and off during the day, and convinced my mum I just had a stomach bug, because that was easier then facing the truth. But the truth happened almost every night, and I couldn't break my mothers heart and tell her.
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