Warnings: Slash, rape, abuse, torture.
The city goes to bed On my own
And I can live inside my head
Pretending he's beside me
All alone
I walk with him 'til morning
Without him, I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me
-On My Own, Les Miserables
It was cold and dark inside the Dursley's basement. You could hear the leaking pipes if it was completely silent however; currently there was another sound filling the air: the sound of Harry James Potter screaming. The sound was enough to make your blood curdle. If you looked upon this scene and happened to know him there was no way you would be able to recognize him. His thin body was chained facedown to a moth-eaten mattress and welts covered his entire body, some fresh and others still healing. They were obviously made from a belt or whip. His thighs were also covered in blood and bruises. Another odd fact was that he was nude and currently being beaten by a rather large man.
The sad thing about this scene was that no one would be coming to help the saviour of the Wizarding battle at the Ministry of Magic had been fast and Lord Voldemort finally defeated but there had been heavy losses on both sides, the greatest to Harry being the lost of his godfathers, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Because of this Dumbledore had sent him to the Dursley's to "grieve", telling everyone not to contact him so that he would be alone while "coming to term" with his losses.
However, Harry did not know that someone would be arriving soon to bring him to Hogwarts. It was difficult to keep track of time, you see, when you had been locked up in a basement for what seemed like an enternity. The only people Harry even saw besides his Uncle were the ones that paid for him. He could only pray that someone would be here soon to help him-before it was too late.
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"Please Severus. You're the only one still at the castle, everyone else is still on holiday." Dumbledore pleaded with the stubborn man.
"Can't you get him? I'm sure he would rather see you than his dreaded potions master." Severus sneered.
"By the time I'm free it'll be almost time for Hogwarts to start and we haven't even been able to get his supplies yet. It will only be for a week and you can just ignore him. I'm sure he's still grieving."
Severus smirked at the though. "Please. I'm sure he's being waited on hand and foot with no need for grieving."
"Well even if he is I still want you to go and get him. Please, Severus, just this one time."
"Fine I'll do it if you just quite nagging me!"
Dumbledore grinned. "The address is Number 4, Privet Drive. Please pick him up around 7 tonight."
Severus merely grinned at the headmaster and left the office, planning ways to torture Potter during his stay in the dungeons. He had no idea about the scene he was about to stumble upon.
A/N I have decided to join the legions of Harry Potter writers! I know this is short but it looked alot longer on paper, I swear! Chapter 1 should be longer, I've already started it. It may take me a while to update, the updates will probably be once a week. Blame high school. Please review :).