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Rating: M for later Yaoiness.

Warnings: Rape, under age sex, abuse, yaoi, and a lot of other really bad stuff like that. If you don't like don't read any father! You have been warned.

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Harry Potter and the Promise of Immortality

Chapter One: Home Life

by: RuayHigirashi

A lanky, black-headed boy was curled in a corner where he had fell asleep. His name was Harry Potter, the unknown hero of the Wizarding world. The young hero didn't allow himself to sleep till he saw the first pink touch to the sky announcing a new day. The boy could only sleep then, because he never came after the time.

Harry was surrounded by little. Four bare walls except for a locked door and barred window. He was wrapped in a faded blue blanket barely big enough to cover his torso. In a closer look, you could see that he didn't have much of a torso or anything else to be matter-of-fact. He looked little more than skin and bones. The only thing healthy on him was his wild black mop of hair and his stunning, defiant green eyes.

The walls were plain white without even a smug print. A barred window set above him. Light of late morning cascaded into the room, but never seemed to ever touch his dark corner.

The door to his left started to jiggle violently, but the poor boy slept on. A burly man burst through the doorway, swinging it into the wall with a boom. The dark-headed boy was startled awake. He stared incoherently at the bigger man. Vernon toward his four feet two with an easy two feet. The man was also much more well-rounded than the skinny boy and had a stern, ugly face with a brownish, gray streaked moustache accompanied with a receding hair line of the same color.

The boy seemed to snap out of his reverie, but not fast enough for the obtuse man. "You have another thing coming to you if you think you will ever be able to sleep late in this house! You scum! Get your ass up or I will pick it up for you," yelled Vernon viciously!

The still groggy Harry moved to his stiff body to his feet too slowly for Vernon, and earned a slap a crossed the face. Luckily the boy's back being against the wall, keeping his balance.

"I'm sorry Uncle Vernon," he mumbled barely audible.

"Oh, you will be sorry!" Vernon said, his face seemed to morph from a angry red to purple. His cubby fingers gripped the black mop of hair and pulled the small boy out of the room down the hallway to the stairs. Vernon swung his arm, moving the boy's body like a baseball, and let go of him. The boy tumbled head first down the stairs, flipping a few times before coming to a rest at the bottom in an very unnatural position.

Harry groaned loudly, curling his protesting body into a ball the best he could. Nothing was broken, yet. Hopefully this would be all Uncle Vernon would do to him right now.

"Boy, get your ungrateful ass up and cook breakfast! NOW," bellowed Vernon! When the poor boy didn't move, he started a noisy decent down the stairs, but didn't get two steps down before the boy jumped up.

Harry seemed to sense he was in danger, and scrambled up quickly. With a wary glance towards the big man, he rushed through the door to the kitchen. A tall, skinny woman was standing over the stove starting breakfast. The kitchen, like the rest of the house, sparkled almost harshly with cleanliness. The woman 'prided herself with a clean house' or so she said. The floor was freshly mopped just yesterday. Not a dirty dish in sight. All, of course, the boy's handy work along with the rest of the house.

"Finally out of bed, you ungrateful child," came Petunia's eardrum breaking, high-pitched voice, and he head to hold back a snort at that thought? It's not like he was privileged enough to have a bed. "Get over here and start cooking! It's my baby's birthday, if you burn anything you will watch us eat instead of joining!" Harry's already pounding head decided to suddenly throb mercilessly, but still stumbled quickly to the stove. He really didn't want to lose his one meal time he got for the day, seeing how he had not ate in two days for 'back talking'.

When finally he about had the mound food on the table a boy, miniature of the man earlier, slammed through the door. The door, of course, swung in a wide arc, hitting the skinny boy square in the back. This caused him to drop the plates he had in his hands into the floor.

"Mom! Look at what Harry just did to your plates," the young boy said overly cheery!

Petunia, the skinny woman from, earlier turned and crowed madly at sight of her broken china. "You better clean this up and be ready to pay for those in sweat and empty stomach," she screeched before turning her attention to her 'birthday boy'.

Harry quickly started cleaning hoping that he could get the mess up before Vernon came into the kitchen. Seeing how fate always had a way of biting him in his ass, Vernon came stomping through the kitchen door, which once again hit Harry, although this time in the head. Vernon paused in the doorway, taking in the site before him with his beady little eyes before growing furious. His face became red for the second time this morning which was never a good thing. Red always equaled fists, Harry had learned this at an early age.

"Boy, what do you think your doing? I will reach you for trying to ruin my son's birthday!" Yelled Vernon. Harry just closed his eyes tightly and weighted for the blows to come. And sure enough they did, in the form of a fist on his right cheek. His head snapped around at the force, but he bit his lip instead of crying out. Harry never aloud Vernon that pleasure if he could help it. The next blow was an elbow to the back of his head which, for he was already on his knees from picking up the plates, made him collapse onto his stomach. His face was in the sharp pieces of broken china.

Harry couldn't remember much blows he had taken after that, but was blessed by Petunia's protest, "Vernon, honey, it's Dudley's birthday for gods sake!" Her high-pitched voice rang through his head again, but this time it was oddly welcomed.

"You are lucky," Vernon said while waving a pudgy finger at his back. Like he could see the gesture, but he did it all the same. "That I don't want to punish you in front of Dudley! Get that mess up, before I change my mind!"

Harry shakily pushed himself up from the floor onto all fours then, after deciding he had nothing in his stomach to throw up, he sat back on his knees. He wiped the blood from his cuts that littered his forehead and right cheek on his sleeve with a slight flinch of pain, but he was used to pain. It was a normal part of his day. On good days, he could count only ten or so new bruises or cuts. So far today wasn't looking like one of those days, but it defiantly wasn't his worse.

They Vernon and Dudley left the kitchen followed by a smug looking Petunia. Just when I thought that she was going to leave me in peace she paused in the door way to say, "I think picking the china up with your bare hands will be a good start for you punishment." With that comment she strutted out of the room like she was a million and one dollars.

After picking up all the pieces by hand because Petunia always as her cleaning supplies locked so he couldn't use them unless she allowed him to, he had the job of bringing in all of Dudley's presents. They wanted to show that what he was never going to have, apparently. Some of them were bigger than he was! But he did what he was told anyway, hoping that the few he dropped were not breakable.

Thinking back on it, he had never in his life receive a present, and Dudley's forty presents didn't help the matter. He wanted to know what is was like to be held on a pedestal! He wanted to know what it felt like to be loved, but he never kept to those thoughts long because he knew that no one could love him. He was a freak, or at least was what he had been told his whole life miserable.

But Harry didn't think that he was any different from the boys he went to school with other than he didn't have parents. Hell, he didn't even know when his birthday was since his loving relatives saw fit to never grace him with that knowledge. He 'didn't have the right' is what Vernon said after a few punches.

Dudley's screams woke him out of his thoughts. "Bigger?!? I don't care if they are bigger! I want more! Now! Right NOW," yelled the boy in the other room! Harry, now in the kitchen preparing a mound of sandwiches the size of him for lunch, could hear Dudley like he was standing next to him when he was really in the room next to him.

Harry could hear Petunia say something about more later and cake. The boy wants more? That was more than Harry had seen in his life time! But of course this is Dudley we are talking about. If he wants more presents, he gets more presents. If he wants a snake, he gets a snake even if he is bored with it three days later, leaving Harry to care for it until his interest flares again. When that happened it was usually after Harry had spent a few weeks with it. Dudley always wanted it back when Harry was attached, so he could kill it a day later.

Dudley was never punished. If he killed an animal, Vernon would say, "That's m'boy. Going to be a real man he is!" and Petunia would ignore it like her carpet would be magically cleaned the next day, thanks to Harry, like it never happened. Dudley also never got in trouble for his failing grades, while Harry got beat for making great grades. Thus he quickly learned how hard it was to make worse grades than Dudley. That was truly harder than you would think!

Harry learned quickly to never out do Dudley in anything unless it was cleaning or cooking. Vernon thought it the females job to do so, or in Harry's case, the slave. On top of that, he couldn't out do Petunia's cooking which wasn't easy to do since he was the one who did most of the cooking. Most of the time he purposely burned something, a few punches for wasting food was always better than 'mocking Petunia' beatings.

A loud slam announced Vernon and Dudley's arrival for lunch. He quickly stepped back from the table he had just finished putting a mound of sandwiches and a pot of tea on. It was always the smartest move to stand as far away from them when they were eating. It was like two wild boars, half starved, fighting over a crumb, but there was plenty of food and they most defiantly were not anywhere near being starved. But for one thing, wild boars had more manners they did. If you happened to get too close you could be kick to punch all the way to bit and stabbed.

After Vernon and Dudley had finished their lunch, it was time for him to go to the zoo and get his other presents. This of course meant hours in the closet for Harry.

He was really dreading the time he would spend in complete darkness in a stuffy and very smelly broom cupboard. And, as all things do when you are hoping for time to slow down, came way to quickly. Before he knew it Vernon had took a hand full of messy black hair and shoved him into it. He heard the click of the lock coming in securely place, crashing his hopes that Vernon might by slim chance for got.

Harry curled up, knowing that he would be in her all night unless Vernon comes to punish him for something or another. He silently prayed to whatever god that was above or below him that he was left alone tonight.

And with those hopes, the Boy-Who-Lived fell into a light, exhausted sleep.

I have finally finish the first chapter of so many I don't want to think about it... Anyways I hope you guys like it. This is going to be a slow process, so be patient with me! If have any suggestions or any requests for me to put in the story, I would love to here them! R&R, please!