Disclaimer: Everything in the Harry Potter world belongs to JK Rowling and no money is being made from this story.

Title: Magical Duo

Author: girly devil

Summary: Harry is abused at home and is rescued by Snape. Severitus: Snape adopts Harry, magical Dudley, extreme child abuse, noncon. Harry becomes blind. Slash HPDM. Maybe mpreg. Sixth year, no HBP.

Warnings: Slash HPDM. Maybe mpreg, extreme child abuse, noncon, spoilers.

A/N: hello there. I hope you all enjoy the story. The title will be explained later on. This chapter is quite

Chapter 1: Gravity

It was still dark when the silence of the house of number 4 was rudely interrupted.

Bang! Bang!

"Boy get up now, your uncle is almost ready for his breakfast"

"Coming Aunt Petunia" he said back, he didn't yell, he never yelled, to be caught yelling was disrespectful and would earn him a punishment for sure.

The only good thing this summer, the emerald eyed boy thought as he pulled on oversized clothes is that Dudley is off staying somewhere, he never did find out where but oh well, number one rule is don't ask questions.

He entered the kitchen silently and was slightly concerned to see Aunt Petunia standing there holding a cookbook. He was never allowed to use a cookbook, he might contaminate it.

"Right boy, Vernon wants pancakes so Vernon is going to get pancakes alright?" Harry nodded dumbly "you may look at this cookbook but not under any circumstances are you to touch it and make sure you don't mess it up, got it?"

Harry Potter, boy who lived, savior of the wizarding world, celebrity set about making pancakes for his muggle uncle. He'd never done pancakes before and his hands were shaking with fear that he would screw it up. It didn't help that his stomach was making loud noises to announce its hunger and to protect against cooking food that he wasn't allowed to eat.

"Quiet boy," Aunt Petunia hissed menacingly "you can have some food if you do this right."

Harry stood there wondering how he was going to stop his stomach from doing a natural response when it stopped; apparently the mere promise of food was enough.

Uncle Vernon came downstairs and started to eat the pancakes Harry had already finished cooking. Everything was going fine; Vernon was eating his pancakes and Harry was washing the dishes. That is until Vernon reached the last pancake. He took a bite and the quickly spit it out, the underside was burnt.

"You think you can burn my food Boy?" Vernon roared, he jumped up and cornered Harry, red in the face and the veins in his forehead looking near to bursting. Vernon grabbed Harry's hand; luckily it was his left one and forced it flat on the still burning element, using Harry's small hand to protect his own huge one.

Despite not wanting to give his uncle the satisfaction, Harry was soon screaming, the loudest noise he had made this summer so far because Voldemort had been quiet. When Vernon was satisfied with the 'punishment', Harry's hand appeared to be nothing more than a piece of blackened flesh.

Harry was whimpering.

"Stop those pathetic noises now" Vernon growled.

"I'm s-sorry un-uncle, di-didn't mean t-to"

"Quiet" Vernon punched him in the face. Harry felt the cracking of his nose and some small sharp pains in and around his eyes. Before he could recover his uncle had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to his cupboard where he literally threw him inside. Harry once again felt bone snap, this time in his leg as it hit the side of the cupboard. Vernon slammed the door shut and Harry heard the lock click before he slipped into blessed unconsciousness.

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When Harry woke he went to flick on the light but nothing changed. Hmm, the bulb must have blown. Harry didn't think much beyond that besides thinking that it was lucky he couldn't see his hand which was still causing him a tremendous amount of pain. It wasn't long before he was pulled down by thoughts of Sirius. This summer Harry didn't allow himself the daydream of rescue because a) Sirius wasn't around to rescue him anymore and b) he didn't deserve it. He was a murderer wasn't he? It was his fault that Sirius had died. It was probably a good thing that Sirius was the last person who loved him, now no one else would be hurt on his behalf. The Dursley's were right after all, he was just a worthless unlovable freak. His 'family' wasn't the only reason Harry was quiet this summer.

Harry was left in his cupboard for the rest of the week. He wasn't even let out to go to the loo, instead he used a bucket which wasn't emptied; he hated not being able to do magic outside of school. Aunt Petunia came in once halfway through the punishment and gave him a bottle of water and 2 slices of bread, not quite fresh. As much as Harry wanted to wolf it down to assuage his hunger, he didn't because he knew that would be all he got until he was let out of the cupboard, instead he ate it slowly. It took him two days to finish but he was still hungry.

'I hate my life I'm supposed to save the wizarding world when I can't even protect myself from my own muggle uncle? What a joke. I can't even tell anyone, partly because uncle Vernon forbid it and partly because my friends don't care. Ron is just my friend as a way to be better than his brothers and for the fame. Hermione is only there for the future prospects that as a friend of the Boy Who Lived she will be able to get a job anywhere. I can't tell them my problems, Ron would turn on me like he did in fourth year and Hermione would rather study. In fact the only people who have ever treated me the same no matter what happens are Malfoy and Snape even if they are a bit negative. I wish I could thank them for that. I don't hate either of them anymore in fact I wish I had taken Malfoy's hand in friendship back in first year. After all, he doesn't need anything from me. Although Dumbledore acts all grandfatherly, I don't know if he feels it or not. To him I am a weapon. I sometimes think he forgets that I am alive and not just a pawn he can move on his giant chessboard.

Harry's summer went like that; far too much time to think, being beaten, locked in his cupboard or the smallest bedroom only being let out to cook. He was no longer doing chores because, between his useless hand and leg that was becoming increasingly harder to stand on he wasn't able to get much done and it gave his uncle more time in which to 'punish' him. His only consolation throughout his torment was that Hedwig, his owl was safe at Hogwarts.

This routine was uninterrupted until the day before his birthday when he was thrown into the bedroom so hard that the already broken bone in his leg tore its way through the skin. Harry squinted through the pain up at his uncle trying to see without his glasses. "You will stay in here boy and I don't want to hear a sound. I can't be bothered having anything to do with a worthless freak while petunia is at Aunt Marge's picking up Dudley, she said something about staying too, oh well" Vernon laughed at the frightened yet hopeful look on Harry's face, maybe he would finally have time to heal. Vernon walked out of the room making sure to lock all the locks including the cat flap.

When his uncle had gone Harry tried to stand but whenever he tried to put weight on his torn leg it collapsed. Harry knew that even with the bone showing it wasn't like an ordinary broken leg, he had been able o walk on them before, something was wrong and he was worried. He finally settled on shuffling across the floor on his butt until he reached the bed where he pulled himself up with his good hand. He wished he could cry but he hadn't cried since Sirius died. Sometimes all he wanted was someone to say something nice or to touch him without hurting him even if he did flinch away from it. He soon fell asleep wishing he was somewhere else.

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When Harry woke up the clock that he had fixed said 11:50, ten minutes until his birthday, he decided to do his yearly tradition of waiting until midnight for his birthday to arrive. 12:00 arrived and Harry could be found looking out his window waiting for the owls that always arrived dead on midnight. By quarter past he realized that nothing was coming. He wasn't surprised about Ron and Hermione or Hagrid because he was back at the giants, but he was a bit surprised that Remus hadn't sent anything. Though come to think of it, he hadn't really heard anything from Remus since Sirius died. Apparently Remus agreed that Sirius' death was Harry's fault.

At 12:30 Harry heard Vernon leave his room, must be getting something to drink he thought that is until he heard the locks on his door clicking open.

"Freak I've got a special present for you" he smiled maliciously. Harry looked at him and sure enough he had a bag in his hand. Harry was surprised to say the least, the Dursley's had never even acknowledged his birthday before let alone gotten him anything. He was still wary but he wanted love more than anything so he stayed where he was as Vernon approached, not that he could move very far anyway.

When Vernon was close to Harry he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. A shocked Harry wasn't able to move fast enough to avoid his uncle grabbing his hands and cuffing him to the bed. Vernon them climbed onto the bed and straddled Harry's hips. Reaching again into the bag Vernon pulled out a bottle of alcohol which he took a drink from before pulling out a knife.

"like I said a very special present" Vernon whispered before leaning forward to cut off all that was left of Harry's overlarge t-shirt not caring if he also cut skin.

"Tell me boy, do you like pain?"

"…"

"Answer me!"

"N, no uncle"

"Wrong answer" Vernon shouted before pouring the alcohol over his face in an attempt to get it in Harry's mouth. Vernon succeeded somewhat because Harry immediately started choking, the movement of which set his broken ribs on fire. But worse than the ribs was the pain of the alcohol getting into the cuts his glasses had made on his face and eyes, in fact his whole eyes burned. Harry desperately tried to get his hands to his eyes to get the stiff out but only succeeded in hurting his wrists. Vernon laughed at seeing how much the alcohol hurt Harry and poured some more on him. Harry watched in horror as everything around him went fuzzy and then completely disappeared into blackness. He whimpered as Vernon just kept on laughing.

When Vernon stopped laughing he used the knife he was still holding to cut into Harry's stomach. When he was finished he took some ashes that he had retrieved form the fireplace downstairs which they now used after Mr. Weasly had come through years ago. Vernon took the ashes and spread them over the cuts; Harry gasped trying not to scream as the ash was rubbed in.

Vernon then flipped him over and did the same thing to his buttocks; the cutting and the ash. Once he was done, Vernon pulled down his own trousers and entered Harry roughly. This time Harry wasn't able to back his scram, it hurt. It felt as though someone was splitting Harry in two. When Vernon finally came he picked up a whip and started to whip Harry on his back and legs while avoiding his earlier handiwork on Harry's arse. Harry's mind had finally had enough and sent Harry into darkness.

The rest of the week continued like that. Vernon raping or whipping Harry or getting Harry to suck him off. Harry also spent most of it chained to the bed. On Friday 5 days after his birthday he heard petunia's voice and realized that they were home. That evening he heard his aunt and uncle leave. Not long after that he heard someone coming up the stairs.

A/N: I know a cliffhanger, but it is alright things get better for Harry. The next chapter is written I just have to type it up so the next update won't be long. Review if you want to.