Okay this isn't my first story. But since I decided to start writing slash I can't exactly have my family and friends know who I am unless I want to get hated on (which I do not).

WARNINGS! This story will contain a lot of:

Language

Sexual assault and situations

Slash

Touching of minors (if you don't understand that, turn around)

Dubious rape/not rape

Dark Themes

(Mentions Self Harm but nothing graphic)

Possible really crappy writing and grave injustice to the English way of speaking

Also major characters may come across as OC Fyi. Not on purpose I just suck at staying in character.

There may be Dumbledore bashing since how the old man could leave Harry (in the books and movies) with his awful uncle and aunt is beyond me.

*I will try and post warnings of what will happen per chapter. If you don't like this kind of stuff LEAVE! Thank you. If you are under 18 and know you shouldn't be reading LEAVE! Thank you. If you are still here it's your funeral, don't say I didn't warn you. I would prefer no flaming unless you have an actual criticism of the story or my writing style. Thank you.

Now that that's out of the way…Disclaimer! I do not own anything belonging to the Harry Potter universe! They belong to JK Rowling! (All I get credit for is my idea lol)

Summary: Harry has been abused ever since that fateful day Dumbledore laid him at the Dursley's doorstep. Little did Harry know that after an amazing 1st year at Hogwarts he would be going back to the worst kind of heck imaginable. Will someone save our hero before he breaks?

Piece by Piece

Chapter 1- Prologue

"Let's go boy." Harry struggled to keep the grimace off his face as he waved goodbye to his friends. His bright green eyes dimming in fear. A meaty paw gripped him tightly behind the neck steering him towards the place he would be staying for the summer.

By the time they arrived Pivot Drive Harry was already nursing a swollen cheek and bleeding lip. He yelped as his Uncle grabbed him by the hair and drug him past the sneering face of his aunt, and the blank, confused face of his cousin, and threw him into the cupboard. Hedgewig thrown in as well. Harry listened to his Uncle curse as he drug his trunk filled with all his things up the stairs and heave it into the second bedroom.

The muffled voices of his aunt and uncle washed over him and he finally let himself cry at having to leave Hogwarts just as it was starting to feel like home, and his new friends. Hedgewig cooed softly in reassurance.

Two weeks passed and in that time Harry had been given Dudley's second bedroom (despite his cousin's loud wailing protests), and he had let Hedgewig go so she wouldn't be caged for the entire summer (Also hopefully so he would get mail from his friends (He sent at least a couple a day)). Vernon had taken his wand away when it had slipped from Harry's pocket during a beating.

Right now Harry was making breakfast and eavesdropping on an argument between Petunia and Vernon.

"No! I don't care how much of a freak he is! You will not take him to that disgusting place! And don't say you don't know what I'm talking about! Don't think for a second that I don't notice you sneaking off to go sleep with those—!" Vernon cut her off angrily.

"Enough!" There was the sound of a smack and a small cry. "Remember your place Petunia! In fact…I think it's time for you and Dudley to go on a trip…what do you think?" Harry stopped at that second and started hyperventilating. The only thing that kept Vernon from being even harsher than he was, was his aunt and cousin.

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The next morning Petunia and Dudley left in a hurry, and that afternoon Vernon shoved him roughly into the car. They drove for an hour, deep into a shady part of the city. Finally they stopped in front of a building that made Harry's hair stand up on end. There was a glamour that hid this place from the standard Muggle's view. He wondered what kind of magical place it was that made his Uncle look past the fact that it was…well…magical.

Vernon clamped his meaty paw on Harry's neck and steered him into the place. Harry felt a ripple of magic letting the owner know that someone had stepped into his shop. He looked around in curiosity. The room they were in was simple, with a desk and two doorways. The one to the left of the desk had a door, and the other was covered by a beaded curtain.

The tinkling of beads drew Harry's gaze to the first one. "Ah Ver! Back again I see. Here to sample the newest batch?" A man stepped out from the curtains to shake Vernon's hand. He was handsome looking, with a strong jaw and long brown hair pulled back in a pony. His nails were painted red, and he wore pants with a red shirt that had so many holes in it Harry was surprised it didn't just fall off. But he had an evilness to him that made Harry shiver.

"Yes I am Zoron." Vernon licked his lips and Harry looked away in disgust. "I got one 'ere for you to train. My nephew…Ha-er-Henry Evans." Harry started to open his mouth to object but a sharp squeeze had him rethink opening his mouth. Harry must have made some kind of noise because the man, er… Zoron, turned to look at Harry.

"No…he's…he's checking me out!" Harry tried to shrink away from the Zoron's leering gaze. He gazed at the ground so he missed Zoron biting his lips, but heard his appreciative moan. Harry squeezed his eyes shut.

"My, my…he is a delicious specimen isn't he?" Harry felt dirty as Zoron's voice slid over his body. "Needs some muscle toning, maybe a trimming, better clothes…hmm maybe correct the eyes, some piercings…oh definitely some tattoos, but yes, a fine specimen indeed." Vernon grumbled.

"He's only 11." Zoron seemed to sigh in genuine disappointment.

"Then only basic training for now?" Vernon nodded.

"I don't want the freak used 'till he's 15. I'm willing to pay a generous amount, I'm sure your aware." If Zoron was happy before, he was practically purring now. "The old coot that runs the school he goes to pays a stipend for his…well-being." Vernon smirked. "Figure this puts the money to good use since you'll be furthering the freak's education." Harry glared angrily up at Vernon who smacked him against the head. Harry fell down with a cry, stars floating before his eyes. Vernon held out a small envelope that the man was quick to snatch and count.

Zoron set it lovingly on the desk after counting and turned towards Vernon with a smirk. "My oh my… what exactly are you looking for? Do you want him to only receive? Or give as well?" Vernon shuffled and glared.

"I don't care what you teach the freak. All I need is something to satisfy and not fight me when I can't come here, when he's old enough. He's not good for anything else." Harry stopped shaking his head and froze. An understanding of what they were talking about set on him and fear froze him where he sat.

"Of course. However we do like to boast at training only the best, so I have a few more questions." Vernon and the man acted like they were discussing the weather, not the end of Harry's life. "Would you be opposed to bulking him up? He's so tiny right now, and it would make for more pleasurable times I can assure you… when he is ready of course."

Vernon nodded his assent. "I want him to be able to handle…painful experiences." Harry whimpered, but both men ignored him.

"How about piercings?" Vernon scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"Not until later…You can pierce his ears or lips. Nothing crazy like Leaf's." Vernon shuddered. "More painful for me than him I think." Zoron sighed sadly.

"Very well. I would like to start to place my tattoo on him though…You know company pride and everything of course. Should anyone of importance happen to see it…well…advertising usually helps any business."

Vernon waved a pudgy hand. "Do whatever. I could care less…er wait. Not anywhere anyone could accidentally see it. The freak goes to school in the fall, and I don't need any questions, you get me?" Zoron nodded sagely.

"Of course…we will wait till the end of his training in any case. If you don't mind my asking for future use, what kind of school? Public, private? Uniforms?" Vernon's beady eyes darted between a still frozen Harry and the man in front of him.

"Er…he goes to a place called Hog…warts?" The man's eyes opened in surprised, and they darted towards Harry.

"He's a wizard?" Vernon shuddered and glared.

"No he's a freak of nature!" Vernon started turning red in the face. "If I had it my way the little freak wouldn't even go to that sorry excuse for a school!" Obviously sensing devastation Zoron held up a placating gesture.

"Easy Ver. We have ways of training wiz…er…freaks as well. Swan?!" Harry watched dully as a tall red head, with a stony expression walked through the beaded doorway. His first thought was Ron, but unlike Ron, this boy had no freckles and no easy going aura about him. He seemed resigned and sullen. He had chiseled features and dull blue eyes, and was at least a head taller than Harry.

"Master?" Swan tilted his head. Zoron sent him to get something, but Harry missed it as a growing sense of dread pounded through him, making it hard to hear. It all seemed so unreal.

"Well…actually that leads to another question of mine, when do you need him? I'm assuming that since he starts school in September you'd like some play time and time to make sure he won't…give us away?" Harry scooted away from the hungry look in his Uncle's eye.

"Yes…I'll be back two weeks before the freak starts." Zoron's eyes shot up.

"It's not unheard of, but it is difficult…" Vernon narrowed his eyes.

"The boy'll be back." Zoron nodded sagely.

"So you're not looking for a rush breaking?" Vernon shook his pudgy head. Zoron smiled wickedly.

"Peeerrfffeeeccctttt. Oh! Do you have a specific name in mind you'd like us to train him to? No?" Vernon sniffed.

"Do what you want. Now I think you mentioned something about a new batch came in?" That woke Harry out of his stupor and he shot to his feet backing into a wall.

"No! You can't do this! This is sick, twisted! You can't make me!" Harry screeched, eyes darting wildly. He could feel his magic building. All he had to do was get to the door.

"Settle down little one. You'll be safe here…" Harry glared hatefully.

"Sc-screw y-y-you!" Zoron chuckled licking his lips. He took a slinking step towards Harry.

"Actually that's what I plan on doing to you...eventually." He finally reached Harry, effectively trapping him against the wall. He leaned down to nip Harry's neck. Eyes flashing in fear Harry sent him flying with a pushing spell, and grinned crazily when he heard the smack.

"Stay the bloody heck away from me." Harry hissed. Zoron shook his head sadly, standing up and dusting himself off. Both of them ignored the quivering mass that was Harry's uncle.

"I had hoped to avoid this, but seeing how you leave me no choice…Incarcio!" Harry felt invisible ropes twist around him, making it impossible to move. He struggled.

"Let me go you sick-sicko!" Zoron smirked.

"Now Swan." Harry struggled against his invisible bonds as the boy, Swan, reached down and clamped a corded collar around his neck. The fight and his magic left Harry in an instant. He went limp.

"Wha—?" Harry gurgled, struggling for breath. Zoron shrugged.

"It's a magic suppressor. You should learn about them this year… at school. It will keep you from having nasty fits and destroying our beautiful home." Harry didn't even have enough strength to struggle away from Zoron, when he came to run a 'loving' hand against his cheek.

"Oh we'll have so much fun breaking you Henry Evans…So much fun indeed…Eventually you'll provide wonderful pleasure for my clients—"

"No!" Vernon burst out startling Zoron and Harry. Zoron looked up questioningly. "The freaks only to be taught and touched by you. Understand? I don't need anything else…tainting him. You'll be his first as it is." Vernon's last comment stopped any complaints that had started to fall from Zoron's lips.

"Of course… a virgin. How wonderful. I cannot wait to taste you little one." He purred. Harry whimpered. Zoron leaned forward to nip at Harry's neck again. Harry tried to lean away utterly disgusted. "Now if we're all done with the boring business part, how about a quick show then we'll get you set up with someone, yah?" Vernon nodded eagerly and Harry felt like he was going to be sick.

~WARNING~ Touching of minor! SKIP IF NO LIKE~

Harry tried screaming, tried running away, tried calling on his magic…but he was too weak to stop Zoron from taking off his clothes one piece at a time. The only thing he could do was mutter weakly and think about how grossed out and wrong this was.

When Zoron finally took him in hand and started stroking him into erection, Harry couldn't stop the few tears that leaked out, nor stop his brain from thinking. "Why me? What's wrong with me? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy? I'm only 11 for Merlin's sake! I don't even like boys!" He hated that his body responded to the bastard's touch. He hated the heat that pooled low in his gut. He hated this man before him. He hated his uncle who stood there licking his lips. He hated his new friends who were probably at home enjoying their summers. But most of all he hated Dumbledore, who he had started to like, for sending him back to this hellhole.

Harry came with a small cry and more tears. He slumped forward breathing heavily. His face was screwed up in fury and self-loathing. He turned away from Zoron's touch.

"Ah you were beautiful, my little viper." He stroked his hand lightly against Harry's stomach and brought his finger's to his lips smirking at Harry as he tasted his essence. Harry scrunched his nose in disgust. "Mmm…take him to the training room will you Swan?"

~END Mini Scene~

"Yes Master." Harry whimpered as the invisible bonds that had been holding him up dropped, and Swan scooped him up carrying him like a babe. He felt dirty and used. He couldn't wrap his mind around everything that was going on…He just wanted to go back home…to Hogwarts…anywhere but here. He could feel the world start to tilt and blacken.

He hardly registered Swan setting him down on a soft, luxurious bed…Barely felt him clean himself off, before Harry was out cold. Fainted. But there was no peace in his dreams. They were filled with his parents and others deaths. It was as if on repeat. Their terrified faces branded into his mind before he woke up with a cry.

That was Harry's first summer at Euphoria's Boi Palace.

When Ron and his brothers came to "save" Harry on his birthday he told no one, feeling dirty and messed up (Plus his uncle threatening him just added to it). He did what he did best, bottled it all up inside and tried hard to think about it through the school year. But the nightmares never stopped…

And after saving the school yet again from Voldemort, er Tom Riddle's basilisk he was rewarded by being sent back to his living hell…where he continued his "learning" and was given a new name. He had yet to break, despite whatever Zoron tried to do. He and Swan bonded during this time and struggled to keep the other sane.

The third summer he was sent back, after finding out he had a Godfather who might eventually be able to take him in, but couldn't because he was wanted was a huge blow…Harry started losing hope that he'd ever escape Zoron's and his uncle's claws and unfortunately Harry found a release in harming himself.

It wasn't until near the end that Swan managed to give him something to live for to remind him why he should keep on trying…

The only "sort of" good things that came out of this summer was Zoron allowed Harry to owl his friends to keep them from being suspicious under the condition that he read whatever Harry was to send first, to make sure Harry never gave anything away. He also made a new "friend" that helped make his time more bearable.

Before leaving with his Uncle, Zoron had given him part of his tattoo (very painful) and forced him to wear a bracelet that helped glamour certain parts of his physical appearance and made it impossible for him to change anything about himself to.

All of forth year Harry struggled to stay alive, while hiding his new self from his closest friends. Just when he had started to be ok with who he was, someone saw his tattoo. Next thing Harry knew he was being forced to pleasure some random wizard late at night once a week.

He also developed his second crush (yes second, not first) during the Tri-wizard tournament. When Cedric died another piece of Harry went with him. Voldemort rising was just the cherry on the cake. He tried convincing Dumbledore not to send him back, but the old coot waved him off and sent him to the Dursley's anyway. Said it was detrimental that Harry stay there for his own safety, or some other crud like that.

At least with the rise of the Dark Lord Zoron was super busy hooking back up with old clients and so was constantly working with the more experienced, older boys. Unfortunately because of this Harry had been sent back to Vernon sooner. He was beat several times within an inch of his life before the start of his 5th year at Hogwarts.

This year was the absolute worst for Harry…not only was Harry struggling with the guilt of being a cause of his Godfather's death, the need to end his own miserable existence, but also…the first night back to that place. Zoron had taken the last of Harry's innocence…and began teaching him in earnest.

It has been about a month and a half since being sent back to Euphoria and Harry has never felt so alone…so lost…so hurt…so disgusting…so used… He changed…finally given in completely…lost every single piece until all that was left was a shadow of his former self…

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Alright! So what did you all think? Good, bad, indifferent? Sorry for any grammar/major mistakes. English is my native language but I suck at writing it lol

I have written the next chapter already, but won't post until next week and only if there is some interest in the story.

I may change the Title at some point. I'm no good at coming up with them, and not too sure if this one will even work for the story…

R&R pleasepleaseplease! (and no epic flaming please!)