BROKEN
AN: This will be a crossover but it may take a chapter or two to actually crossover.
My life used to be great, a little weird, but great. After I defeated Voldemort I thought it would just get better, I was wrong, so very wrong. After I defeated him at the end of my fifth year I thought everything would get better, the week before the battle Peter the nasty rat had been captured by aurors and tested under truth serum where he confessed to the murders that put Sirius in prison. With the rats confession Sirius was granted a full pardon and was heavily compensated for his years in that horrible prison. The week after the final battle Sirius and Remus finally got married, I was so happy for them, in my opinion they deserve all the happiness in the world for everything they've had to go through. We were all set to move into the house that Sirius had bought when Dumbledore dropped the news; he was sending me back to the dursleys. He said it was because there were still too many Death Eaters on the loose and until they captured them it was too dangerous for me to be anywhere else. Sirius and Remus argued with him saying they could keep me safe, but in the end I was still sent back to my own personal hell.
So I've been back at the Dursleys for a little over a month now and things got really bad. Uncle Vernon was pissed that he still got stuck with me even after I defeated Voldemort; he thought he was done housing me. Believe me I didn't want to be there anymore than they wanted me there. The first night wasn't so bad, my trunk was immediately locked under the stairs and I was thrown in my room. After that we kind of ghosted around each other for the most part, I did my chores and cooked them food, just staying out of their way. In return they let me eat at meal times and left me alone, but I knew the peace wouldn't last in the house for long and after about a month it all came crashing down.
Dudley decided that I was bugging him even though I was only cleaning the living room and doing absolutely nothing to annoy him. I had just reached up and plucked an antique vase off the mantle of the fire place when Dudley shoved me, the vase flew out of my hand and smashed onto the floor into a million little glass pieces. Dudley ran off so fast to tell on me and all I could do was stare at the glass as I began to pick it up in the hopes that I wouldn't get in so much trouble if it was picked up before Aunt Petunia made it into the living room. Aunt Petunia came storming in the room yelling at me to clean it up then go to my room and Uncle Vernon would deal with me when he came home from work. As I sat in my room watching the clock get closer to five o'clock the dread that I felt started to feel like I had a bowling ball sitting in my stomach, I just knew whatever my punishment was going to be I wouldn't like it one bit. At five thirty I heard Uncle Vernon's car pull into the drive way, I also heard Aunt Petunia go outside to greet him and tell him what happened. I then heard Aunt Petunia tell him she was taking Dudley out to dinner and a movie for being such a good boy. I was truly disgusted by the way she talks about her little Dudders like he was just some angel! He's nothing but a tub of lard and a waste of space just like his father.
As I heard the car pull out of the drive and head down the road I knew that Aunt Petunia had left, that wasn't good she's the one who steps in when Uncle Vernon starts to go too far. Without her here to keep an eye on things I'm scared to think what's going to happen, who's going to stop him from killing me over a stupid broken vase. I hear Uncle Vernon move around downstairs before I hear the stairs groan under his weight as he makes his way to my room, and I can do nothing but sit and wait. I sent Hedwig out hunting hours ago and I don't know when she'll be back, so writing for help is out of the question. The door to my room fly's open and bangs into the wall leaving a nice dent in the wall that I'm sure I'm going to have to fix later. Uncle Vernon's face is on the brink of turning purple as he steps into the room and slams the door closed, all I can think is uh-oh. He stalks forward and backhands me which sends me toppling off the bed, while I'm down he takes the opportunity to kick me a few times. On the last kick I think I broke a rib and I can hardly breathe, he leans down grabs a chunk of my hair and pulls me up so he can yell at me about the vase. While he has me up he jabs me in the gut and I'm starting to taste blood in my mouth, he lets go and I try to move but he punches me right in the face which sends me flying to the floor again where he continues to kick me and whip me with his belt that he somehow got off without me noticing. The beating continued on for what felt like forever, so far I could hardly see my eyes were swollen almost shut, not that it would have mattered seeing as my glasses were crushed from when he stepped on them. I'm pretty sure I have a few broken ribs, a broken nose, and a split lip, as well as many bruises and whip marks all over my body, I honestly don't think my body can take much more of this.
WARNING: The next scene involves rape so if you don't want to read it just skip to the next set of stars.
Just when he backs off and I think it's over he reaches down pulls me up by my hair and throws me on the bed. Before I could move me had me pinned bent in half over the side of my bed, so here I am face down on the bed freaking out because I don't know what's going on, what is he going to do. I start to struggle and he punches me in the back of the head and I get dizzy for a few moments, which is all the time he needed. He pulled my pants and underwear down and unzipped his pants, he forced my legs apart and brutally entered me. I can't believe this is happening I scream so load when he entered me I'm sure the neighbors heard me, but that doesn't stop him he just keeps thrusting into me as I scream and beg for him to stop. He just cackled at me and keeps thrusting harder each time muttering that I deserved this because I am nothing but a freak. I want it to end so bad, it hurts so bad I can feel the blood trickling down my thighs as his thrusts get harder and more erratic. If I thought it was bad before when he came it felt like someone had sprinkled salt on an open wound, he thrust once more then pulled out of me.
END SCENE
I crumpled to the floor in the fetal position sobbing as he leans over me and tells me I was a good fuck and that's all I'll ever be worth, he tells me this is how I'm going to pay him back for everything he's ever done for me. I wish he had just killed me instead, he finally leaves me alone but I don't move. I laid there for hours before I heard Aunt Petunia and Dudley come home, I wait until everyone goes to sleep, I then slipped out of my room into the bathroom where I quietly ran some water in the tub and scrubbed my body with the washcloth and soap trying to desperately wash him off of me. When I finally dragged myself back into my room I got dressed crawled into bed and fell into a fitful sleep filled with nightmares about what had just happened when all I wanted to do was forget it ever happened.
AN: I hope you like it and I promise it will be a twilight crossover. This is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy and please review so that I may improve my writing.