Disclaimer: All characters belong to Queen J. K. Rowling. I am merely borrowing them. They should all pray for their own good fortune.
Warnings: **Trigger Warning** Story contains graphic rape, self-harm, ED's, and suicide. It's rated M for a reason. Read with care and please be safe.
A/N: I am very hesitant about uploading this. I hope you like it. Sorry this is a short chapter. This is my first fic so any suggestions and critique is greatly appreciated. Please review.
Chapter 1
Fifteen-year-old Harry was working in the garden two days before school started. Suddenly, Vernon stomped up behind him and clamped a meaty hand around his arm, dragging him into the house. The boy wasn't particularly afraid, until he looked at his uncle's face, expecting it to be a deep shade of red. What greeted his eyes terrified him. Instead of the usual undisguised fury, the older man's features were completely calm. Harry couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gripped his heart as his uncle threw him onto his bed and locked the door. He remembered that Petunia and Dudley had gone out shopping earlier would not be back for a few hours.
"U-u-uncle V-vernon?" the boy inquired hesitantly, with a very prominent nervous stutter.
With an evil grin, Vernon walked over to the boy and tied him to the bed frame. He then took a piece of cloth and shoved it into his nephew's mouth, effectively rendering the boy silent, with a few muffled shouts.
"You're mine now, freak!" he growled.
With that said, he started to slowly remove their clothing. Harry struggled, but no matter how hard he pulled at his bonds, he could not escape the monster that stood over him. Harry only fought harder as the realization of what was about to happen dawned on him. In his terror, he managed to spit out the gag.
"Please!" he shouted. "Please, NO! PLEASE!" Harry cried, once again.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, BOY!" bellowed the huge man, backhanding Harry.
Harry only whimpered as his uncle got onto the bed and leaned over him. Vernon then ran his hands down the boy's torso and paused at his waist before suddenly grabbing Harry and flipping him over to expose his back. The man then leaned down and whispered to the whimpering child beneath him.
"My little slut."
All Harry felt after that was the pain from his uncle's cock inside him and the hands that were touching him somewhere that they had no reason to be. It was agony. He was dully aware of the hot breath over his shoulders and neck. Harry could feel himself stretching, when, suddenly, something inside him tore and blood flowed profusely from the wound. Harry screamed until his voice gave out and all he could manage were small whimpers. As the monster above him did the unspeakable, Harry let his tears fall.
After a while, Vernon stopped the seemingly endless torture and took a few minutes to catch his breath. As his uncle withdrew with a grunt, Harry cried out softly. His uncle redressed himself and left the room, stopping only to look back at the boy with disgust.
"You're pathetic!" the man snarled. "You liked it, you repulsive little slut." he said, mocking Harry.
He left the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry just lay on the bed, oblivious to the world and completely exhausted. Even with the throbbing pain, he managed to finally find sleep.