Warning: rated R for rape, violence, and voulgure language. Don't like, don't read.
I obviously don't own Harry Potter. If I did I would be rich, famous, and Sirius Black would never have been murdered.
As Harry was doing chores in the kitchen he saw his reflection in the mirror and cringed. There was no trace of the happy Quidditch loving boy he was the previous year at Hogwarts, he was now a completely different person. His bloody cuts, scars, and bruises were in contrast to his chalk- white skin. His eyes weren't as bright as they usually were no they were dull and haunted- looking. Harry's poor face was tearstained. Heavy rings around his eyes showed the truth, Harry hadn't gotten much sleep due to the fact that any of the Dursleys would beat him if he had a nightmare and yelled. Staying awake at night was the only way he could be sure that wouldn't happen and the only way he could keep safe. As for Harry's smile, it had been replaced by a frown ever since school had let out.
Dudley's old hand- me- downs were dirty and ripped from the abuse Harry had gone through. He had lost so much weight from being starved that Dudleys huge cloths almost fell off of him. He had to use cloths pins to keep them from completely falling off, not that Dudley or Vernon would mind, it excited them to see their "fuck toy" naked. Fuck toy was just one of their pet names for Harry. Pain almost over took Harry's body but he had to keep going.
Things had been hell since he arrived at the Dursleys for summer break. Vernon had gotten laid off at his job and Dudley was off for summer vacation. The two spent their time drinking at a pub. They left Harry alone with a long list of chores to do. In the afternoon the two came home drunk and took their anger out on Harry by torturing him until he was crying in pain, or unconscious. Then it would be both Dudley's or Vernon's turn to rape Harry and sleep with him. During this time they were allowed to do any perverted thing their mind could think up. Harry was chained to the bed and stripped so he couldn't prevent himself from being made into the perverted sex toy they enjoyed him to be.
Vernon wouldn't let Hedwig escape her cage because he didn't want Harry to send for help. Harry tried to keep going with all the cruel things his family did. He had to. He had a piece of paper in his room that he used to count the days until he returned to Hogwarts. Once he got their he'd go straight to Madam Pomfrey to ask her for help with his injuries. After that he'd tell Dumbledore what happened, Dumbledore would surely find him a new home and Harry would never have to see the Dursleys ever again. One more day. One more day. He thought to himself with each painful step he took to the bathroom to clean the sink.
But Harry knew his determination was in vain. Vernon was probably planning on torturing him all summer and then killing him when Hogwarts started. Harry quickly looked at his chore list to get the thought out of his mind. Clean windows? Check! Fix TV? Check! Wash toilets? Check! Clean house? Check! Mop house? Check! Clean sinks in bathroom? Clean sinks in bathroom? Harry gasped it was five minutes before Vernon and Dudley got back from the bar, and Petunia got back from work and Harry hadn't even started on the final chore. Vernon made himself perfectly clear from day one if Harry didn't finish the chores everyday Vernon would finish him. Harry rushed to finish the chore trying to ignore how badly his body hurt from the days previous abuse. Just as he finished the last sink the Dursleys entered the house.
"Come here now, boy." Yelled a voice that Harry recognized as Aunt Marge. She was nicer to her dogs when she was telling them what to do then she was to Harry.
Harry rushed down the stairs and greeted Marge and her huge dog. He was terrified of her big dog and it's tendency to attack him.
"Have you finished all of your chores?" Vernon asked.
Harry handed him the list. "Yes I did," Harry said.
"Well, where's dinner then?" Vernon asked.
"What?" Harry said. He didn't remember seeing cooking dinner on the list. His heart raced. He kneew he was going to get it for not having dinner done. If they didn't kill him tonight he silently vowed to never forget to cook dinner again, however if it was not on the list and he wasn't suppose to cook dinner he would be in as much trouble.
"It's right here," Vernon said. He pointed to the fourth item on the list.
Harry's eyes widened. How had he forgotten that. Aunt Marge liked this chance to torture Harry very much. Vernon sensed this and decided to use it to his advantage.
"So Marge what should we do to the bastard. Shall we gag him and beat him?" Vernon asked.
"No something worse. Since he failed to cook us food I think it would only be fair to cook him? Dudley stuff him into the stove." Marge ordered.
Harry started to shake uncontrollably. Tears fell from his eyes and into his checks. Dudley grabbed him. Harry tried to fight back but Dudley was stronger then HArry was in his starved state. He pushed Harry into the stove easily. "P-please don't hurt me. I'm sorry I forgot. If you let me go I p-promise I'll cook for you." Harry begged.
"No, it's to much fun to watch you suffer?" Dudley said.
Vernon closed the door and held it closed so Harry couldn't get out. Petunia put the stove on high. The burner burnt Harry's bare feet, his face, and his under protected bear skin. It was more painful than anything Harry had ever experienced. He hit the door hard but Vernon was still holding the door shut. Harry cried louder and harder. He was in pain, so much pain. The Dursleys were laughing Harry didn't understand who they could find his pain so funny. Finally Vernon opened the door and let Harry out. Harry collapsed to the ground.
Vernon and Dudley started kicking, punching, and stepping on Harry. Bruises appeared where he'd been punched or kicked. Marge let her dog off his chain. The dog began barking and attacking Harry. The dog scratched and bit Harry leaving painful red gashes Blood was surrounding him in a large lake.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked struggling to talk through his shaking and crying.
"Because you deserve it. You're a bad boy. You deserve to die." Petunia said as if it was the most obvious question in the world.
Vernon and Dudley continued to beat Harry harshly until he lost all concisenesses. Vernon dragged the lifeless boy into the cupboard under the stairs. He had an important call to make before Harry gained conciseness.
"Are you going to rape Harry again tonight?" Petunia asked looking at her husband proudly.
"No this time I'm going to pay professional prostitutes. That will teach it to behave." Vernon said.
Harry slowly opened his eyes. He realized he was tied to the bed and stripped by chains. It was that time of night. He wondered who he "belonged" to tonight. He wasn't surprised when he saw Vernon walk in.
"Did you have fun?" Marge asked sarcastic.
Harry didn't reply. He just started crying. His whole body was shaking. He'd never felt so alone or scared before in his whole life. He wanted someone to save him, any one. The prostitutes violated him in the worst way. Harry was having a hard time keeping his sanity or his dignity. Harry now fully understood his role at the Dursleys house. He belonged to them body, mind, and soul. The Dursleys could do anything to Harry. No one would stop them from hurting him. Probably no one even cared.
"Stop being such a baby. You're not a baby. You're a whore and a bastard. The only thing you'll ever be good for is sex." Dudley yelled.
Vernon smiled at Dudley proudly. Then he turned to Harry. He glared at Harry.
"No one in that world loves you." Vernon talked about the wizard world like it was a swear word. "When we kill you so you so you can't return to the freak school everyone will be happy. They all hate you." Vernon yelled.
Harry remembered who Ron and Hermione always enjoyed hanging out with him. He remembered who the Weasleys always wanted him to live with them over the summer. He though of his beloved Godfather and who Sirius was so proactive of him. He remembered who Dumbledore valued his word.
"That's not true." Harry said fiercely.
"Then who come no one's written to you or tried to save you." Dudley asked although he was hiding Harry's letters.
Harry cried more. How did Dudley know that had been haunting him since he got his first beating of the summer.
"Oh looks like Harry's little friend's forgot about him. Or maybe they knew we were doing this to you and they approved of it." Vernon said. "I bet they being nice to you because they pitied you, but deep down they know you deserved this." Vernon could see he wasn't succeeding in hurting Harry's feelings, because he knew Vernon was lying, so he switched his insults rapidly. "After all you're the reason you're parents are dead. Not that I care about or even like those freaks but, if it weren't for you they'd still be living happily. If you're dad saw you now he'd be ashamed to call you his son. He'd see you as you truly are a horrible child that no father could ever be proud of. If you're mother was here she'd be so embarrassed of the slut her son has become that she'd cry. She'd see you as what you really are an idiot that no mother could ever love."
Harry knew that Vernon was right. Then Vernon reached for his gun. He shot Hedwig. With a heart- reaching screech she died. Harry could take all the phsycal pain, it was after all what he deserved, in his mind anyway; but shotting Hedwig was a new kind of pain. Hedwig had done nothing to deserve getting shot, she was a good bird and a good friend to Harry. It was Hedwig that had kept him going for the past couple of weeks. Without her Harry didn't think he would have the strength to continue on.