He wouldn't listen, Dumbledore never did. The words still rang in Harry's ears even after four, almost five years. When he had first come to Hogwarts he had been convinced it would be a haven, that he when he told Dumbledore what his situation was, that he would be removed immediately. But Dumbledore hadn't, he didn't even consider it. He told Harry that it was necessary for his well being and Harry had found himself shut out of the prestigious Headmaster's office. He didn't tell Hermione or Ron, he still hadn't, because in the back of his head there was a voice telling him he deserved everything.
It was his fault that he hadn't destroyed Voldemort completely, it was his fault he wasn't strong enough, and so many people had died because of his inability to do anything the way he should have. So as Vernon Dursley's voice tore up the stairs, screaming at Harry to get down, his magic didn't react like it use to, he simply did it. The second Harry reached the bottom of the stairs a fist slammed into his jaw.
"Dirty rat, you've slept in. No wonder your friends don't write to you." he sneered "You're so lazy they don't even want to associate with you."
Harry knew it was true, no letters had reached him over the summer as usual. He guessed that Ron and Hermione had finally realized what a freak he was and abandoned their friendship. So he let himself be dragged upstairs without a second thought, knowing he deserved every second of agony.
His uncle laughed at Harry's lack of response, it was evident he had given up. So Harry allowed himself to be chained up on the wall again, whipped, beaten and starved for a week before he was finally taken down. But the moment of freedom was plagued by the fact that Harry was slammed down on his his bed, clothes ripped off of him. Vernon Dursley forced his eyes open again, before shoving his cock down Harry's throat. The entire time he carved Harry's flesh into a bloody mess. That went on for what seemed like hours to Harry, before he was flipped over, he was slammed into, no preparation, no lube, nothing. Harry unleashed a guttural scream, and he felt more blood pour out of him with every stroke of the knife down his back. His vision dimmed and he gave out, his body vulnerable to anything Vernon Dursley had in mind. After the ordeal Harry's unconscious body was tossed down the stairs and kicked into the cupboard. Rags were thrown over him and the door was closed, leaving Harry to rot.
"Seeev," Draco groaned "I'm tired, let's wait till later till we do the last errand."
"Draco, stop your whining and pull yourself together. We have to check on Harry bloody Potter, Dumbledore's order." Draco grumbled but stopped complaining.
Severus silently agreed with Draco, Dumbledore had sent in reports on Harry's continuous pampering every month, so why did he have to check on him? Maybe Harry had broken a nail at his relatives, what a tragedy that would have been.
When they reached number four, Privet Drive, Draco looked around in confusion, this house looked like an average muggle house, not suitable for servants that Draco expected waited on Harry hand and foot. Severus also noticed something amiss with the house, on one of the upper windows there were bars like the ones you would see in a prison. But that was before the scream.
As they neared the house a scream was unleashed, it came from one of the upper floors, and Severus had a strong intuition it was from the barred window. Draco had never heard a scream such as the one he heard now, it was of pure agony and fear, and it planted a knot of fear in his stomach that not everything was as it appeared with the boy-who-lived.
Hi everyone! This is my first story so no hate please! I'm a student so I can't promise regular updates, and if I've copied a bit of someone else's story I am SO sorry, I read a lot so most of my ideas come from those. :)