[This has been written on request. Was meant to be a one-shot but, things happened and feels so you know stuff…. Contains smut, mentions or rape and abuse, bdsm, m-preg. It also contains light/Weasley bashing. I do not own harry potter. WARNING: THIS STORY MAY BE TRIGGERING]

The stairs creaked as Vernon made his way up to his nephew's bedroom. Opening the door, any rational human being would have cringed at the site before them, however Vernon only laughed. Lying on a pile of thread bare sheets was a dark haired figure, barely recognisable, barely human. Its body was littered with scars, bruises and open, infected wounds; soaked in blood, dirt and other bodily fluids, you would be forgiven for thinking it was a rotting corpse. Few knew what this thing was. The woman and the boy downstairs knew, however did not care for it or its freakish behaviour, the people who sent it too that place year after year just wanted an easily manipulated hero to fight a war they were too afraid to fight themselves. This creature had but one friend, the darkness that lived within him, a foreign entity that kept him company and kept what little of his sanity he had left safe. This creature was none other than Harry Potter, saviour of the magical world, poster boy for the light and Albus Dumbledore's favourite play thing.

Making his way over to the boy, Vernon continued to laughed, kicking the boy in the side, not wanting to touch the dirty whore. "Is that any way to great your master, boy!" Vernon boomed. Slowly on shaky legs, Harry rose to kneeling position, his glazed eyes down cast as to not offend his master (uncle) any more than he already had.

"Apologies master, I did not hear you enter" was the only reply given from the shaky form beneath him. Vernon smirked at the site before him, glad he had tortured the boy into submission. He would never be the same, all that was left off the boy was the subservient form in front of him.

"Don't just kneel there boy. You know what apology I want" and with that, Harry slowly undid his masters belt, pulling down his trousers and boxers, taking his master length into his mouth. Kissing the tip, he swallowed it whole; feeling it go down his oesophagus, humming around it, knowing how much his master enjoyed it when he did. Watching the boy bob up and down his cock, Vernon moaned, thrusting into the boy's mouth faster and faster, the hot mouth around him filling his body with ecstasy. Not wanting to finish so quickly he slapped the boys cheek barking at him to get on his hands and knees and stick his arse in the air like a good little bitch. Doing as he was told and hoping not to get a beating, Harry complied, turning onto all fours with his arse presented to his master, however as he did so, he felt an unsuspected sharp pain across his rear.

"You didn't think I wasn't going to make you pay for your disobedience, did you boy?" Shaking his head, Harry remained still as his master delivered blow after blow to his already shredded back and arse. Fifteen blows later, Harry lay there bleeding, gasping for air and withering in pain, suddenly strong hands grasped his waste, feeling his masters cock press against his hole, Harry couldn't help but wince as his master mercilessly thrust in and out of him. Minutes faded into hours and Harry prayed his master would be done soon and he could be with the darkness once more, feeling his masters pace increase, Harry felt his masters seed spill inside and sighed with relief, knowing it wouldn't be long before he could rest.

Finishing with his nephew, Vernon stood and collected his clothes and turned to leave. Just before he reached the door, it was blown off its hinges by a hooded figure dressed in black entered the room, wand drawn.

"I demand that you leave at once. You have no business being here" Vernon screamed.

Harry turned just in time to see a green light hit his master's chest and to see him crashing to the ground, dead. As Vernon fell, one of the hooded figures approached him "sleep now little one, no one will hurt you" and as those words were spoken, Harry drifted into darkness.

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Tom looked up as Lucius entered without knocking of course with, too Tom's surprise, a bundle in his arms, wrapped in one of his lesser followers cloaks. Lucius was the only one who would dare enter Tom's private chambers without his consent.

"What happened Lucius? You were meant to kill everyone there!" Tom questioned as Lucius motioned for Fenrir who had been standing in the door way to take the bundle to the room across the hall.

"We had to make an exception Tom. Please sit down and let me explain, before you try to kill me" sitting down in his chair with Lucius sitting across from him, crossing his legs, looking relieved to be off his feet.

"We went to Potters house as you commanded. We got there and he wasn't anywhere to be seen. There weren't any pictures of him or any sign that he lived there. We found his horse faced aunt and whale of a cousin stuffing their faces in the kitchen. We asked where the boy was and they didn't answer so Fen tore the whale boy a new one and she screamed that he was upstairs so the Lestrange boys and I went up too find him while Fen took care of the woman and her bastered. He wasn't in any of the rooms" luscious said, his face beginning to contort in a mixture of anger and confusion.

"I was heading down when I noticed a door covered in locks. The strange thing was they all locked from the outside, like they were trying to keep something in." he paused again, the anger evident in his eyes. "We blew the door off its hinges and that's when we saw it, his whale of an uncle, standing over him, naked and smirking. The room smelt of blood, mould and sex." He shivered. "We killed him. The boy was covered in blood, scars and infected wounds, he had obviously been raped. We couldn't leave him, so I brought him here." Tom was horrified to say the least.

'How could someone do this?' "There's something else" Lucius said interrupting Tom's thoughts. "We found this on the eldest whale." Lucius said, handing Tom a book. "He's been training the boy to bee his slave. You have yourself the perfect pet. He's already been broken in for you." Tom smiled at him. 'The light would be having a melt down over this, their golden boy becoming my pet; my kitten'. Although Tom was pleased, he knew the boy would need to be partially retrained.