AN -

This is seriously AU - I have messed with a lot of different aspects of the Harry Potter World, You have been warned.

There is a lot of physical and sexual abuse and HEAVY Light Bashing. I haven't decided on any pairings, yet.

Disclaimer - The World of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, WB's and I am sure more. This is for entertainment only and I am making NO money from this.

Harry Potter sat on his window sill, waiting, he wasn't sure for what, but he knew it wasn't anything good...it was NEVER anything good. His birthday was just a few hours away, and he wasn't sure he cared. He was turning 14, Sirius was off Merlin knew where, and he hadn't heard from anyone except Hermione. His birthday had always meant a beating, so he knew that was coming. He decided to go to bed, whatever it was, was going to come no matter what.

Not to much longer later he was woken by being dragged out of bed.

"Come here you little freak, another year, another reminder you are nothing." His uncle dragged him over to the closet, wrapping a belt around his wrists, and then fastening him to the clothes bar.

"14 years, 14 slashes, count them like a good little boy and I will make later easier on you"

Suddenly, without any other warning, his back was on fire, but he knew better than to scream.

"1 sir"

Again, the fire lit up his back.

"2 sir"

On and on, he could tell his uncle was offering no concession at all. Finally the last one fell.

"14 sir" and Harry felt his body sag.

"Now its time for my fun" Vernon removed the belt from the closet, leaving Harrys wrists bound. The fat man led him over to the bed, and tore the clothes off his under fed body, then unceremoniously threw him on the bed and yanked his arse up. Harry closed his eyes and let the full pain and blood loss from his back take him into the welcoming darkness of unconsciousness.

Later, when Harry woke, his uncle was not around. He could feel his anus was badly ripped and could tell his uncle had used him viciously. He couldn't do this anymore, he was done. For the first time since 2nd year, when Voldemort came back, he opened the connection he had with the Dark Lord. He caught a general idea of where the man was, and got up. He released Hedwig and grabbed his wand and invisibility cloak. He left everything else, he wouldn't need any of it. As quietly as he could he dressed, threw the cloak over him and slowly snuck his way outside. Although he knew under normal circumstances he couldn't apparate, he knew using the link, he could. He closed his eyes, concentrated on the man, and allowed the link to pull him through the wards, into the manor...and into the a throne room. He took a steadying breath.

"I know you are there...show yourself"