Author's Note, please read:
This is my first attempt at writing a HP fanfiction. Please let me know if I get some things wrong. This is a warning as well, this will be a HP/LV HP/TR fiction. In other words, it's slash. If I decide to put in graphic scenes, I will take a leaf out of the book of one of my personal favorite writers on this site, Batsutosai, and put them on my live journal. Until then, everything will be here. If I do write such a scene I will give the link to whoever asks for it or at the end of the chapter. I will only put a disclaimer in the first chapter and in this one as it is the Prologue. If, for any reason, I have to disclaim something else, I will put it at that chapter. I will try not to have a long winded author's note like this one again. Author's Notes will be at the end of the chapter. Some characters might be OOC at times but that is just to help the story along. I will have some of my own characters and those belong to me! If you want, you may use them. But only if you ask me first. I don't know how they will go over. I rather like them. Moving on, I am going to state the disclaimer before I risk getting into trouble with the Suits that run this joint...
DISCLAIMER: I tried. I really did. However, I lost the bid for the copyrights on eBay. Damn, it's hard to win those things. So, I do not own anything but my own characters, the plot, and the computer that I am writing on.
Updated: 12/10/12 (Minor changes, grammar/spelling corrections, and information added.)
He awoke back in his cupboard. His body was sore and his vision dark. The vent on the door allowed very little light in with which to see. His uncle, Vernon (a beefy man, rather average in height and quite violent at times), had given him a harsh punishment for returning to Number 4, Privet Drive later than his curfew. Said curfew being 2200, or 10 o'clock, pm. As with any of his transgressions, this warranted a beating. Although the man was sickly obese, he hit very hard and after 15 or so years of practice, his aim was near perfect. He made every hit count.
Quietly, the boy tended to his wounds, making sure that they were not too severe and needed attention right then. He heard noises about the house still, letting him know that it was unsafe to move from his position in his cupboard. He ignored the noises for a while, focusing on breathing through the pain, when he heard a familiar voice that did not come from his 'family'.
Seeing that the door was unlocked, he quietly pushed the door open until he could just see and not get caught. From his position, he could see his uncle in the sitting room, casually chatting with… Albus Dumbledore. He gasped quietly, not quite believing his eyes. Shaking his head slightly to try and dispel the image, his ears perked up when he heard his uncle speak.
"Now see here, Old Man, I've done exactly as you have instructed for the past sixteen years. You will tell me when that worthless, useless Boy is going to be removed from this house. I am tired of it being tainted with his, his, his 'Freakness'!"
The boy had to strain to hear Dumbledore's reply.
"Mr. Dursley, he will be removed when he has been broken thoroughly. You are taking much more time than I had originally planned. Taking this into consideration, I am removing any and all restrictions, save for killing him. You may do with him as you please. Your salary shall double, in hopes that you hurry the process along. A sizable bonus will be there as well, if you do the job nicely and to my satisfaction. Lemon drop?"
Vernon dismissed the bag and looked towards the clock. Catching the movement, Dumbledore said, "Oh, do forgive me. I hadn't realized the time. I must be on my way. Do give the Boy my best during your next 'conversation'. I do look forward to hearing from you in the future. Good evening." Standing, the old man apparated out.
"Can't that blasted old man use the door like a normal person?" Vernon said, exasperatedly.
The boy shut the door quietly, going over the newly learned information. He had expected betrayal from many people. Dumbledore was nowhere on the list. Which was really something to mention, seeing as his best friend was somewhere near the top of said list.
Suddenly, the darkness disappeared as Vernon opened the door and dragged him out. He shuddered as he saw the look that Vernon was giving him. It was lecherous and all too revealing of the man's intentions. He was drug to the bedroom that they had given him, yet another of Dudley's hand-me-downs. Vernon threw Harry into the room and followed him in.
"Now, freak. Don't yell. Don't move. Do nothing unless I tell you to do so. You are mine to play with, my toy. You are to look at me at all times; I want to see the moment that you break. I want to see your will shatter as I defile you again and again. Now, strip." The obese man ordered.
Emerald eyes hardened, a darkness taking over them as he was forced to do as his uncle ordered, or else he knew he wouldn't live to see the next day. His resolve strengthened as a disgusting, rough, pudgy hand reached out to touch him. He would survive this, and take his revenge.
His uncle, seeing his eyes fill with hatred, laughed as he picked him up and threw him harshly on the bed. He tied the boy down with jump ropes that Dudley just had to have. The boy's eyes closed as he was violated with his uncle's hands. A harsh smack sounded throughout the room, followed by a rough, "I said look at me at all times, Boy". Green eyes opened and stared directly into his Uncle's, hatred plain to see. Vernon growled, lust clear in his own eyes. He covered the boy beneath him with his own obese body, positioning himself just right.
It was then Harry Potter was "Broken".
It was approaching morning when Vernon left for his own bed. Harry was curled into himself on the bed. He would face this several more times, until he could escape from his own personal hell. Silently, he began to plot Dumbledore's downfall.
Two weeks later, Harry found himself alone in the house. His trunk- full of all his possessions- was shrunken, as was Hedwig's cage. Both of which, were in his pocket. Hedwig had been sent to Malfoy Manor with instructions to not return to him until she had a reply.
Harry walked out of the house for what he hoped to be the last time.
