True Nature
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own anything that goes along with Harry Potter. This goes for the whole fic.
Background info, notes, possible warnings: What if Harry's aunt, Petunia Dursley, wasn't what she seemed to be at all? What if Petunia's life had been a lie since the age 16 (Lily's age at that time was 15), when she first met Vernon Dursley and began to date him? What if Petunia had really been a witch and didn't realize it until she was already dating her future husband? Petunia's scared and doesn't know what to do. She hides her secret from everyone until she graduates from high school with Vernon. Then a month before getting married Vernon discovers what his bride-to-be really is, so what does the abusive man do? He rapes Petunia and forces her to marry him any way and the abuse continues because he's determined to "beat" the little bit of magic out of her. Her life calms down for awhile when she becomes pregnant with Dudley. *Flash forward to the summer after Harry's fifth year* What happens when Petunia comes home one day to see not just her husband, but also her son, taking turns raping and beating Harry because they know that Harry's godfather is dead and they believe they can get away with it now. (Note: Will be slash with the pairing of HP/SS, also with a at least one female in the mix) This is an AU/AR fic overall and is called fanfiction for a you for your time and attention.
Chapter 1
Right at the end of book five: Vernon and Dudley hurriedly got into the car as Harry struggled to get his school trunk in to the car's trunk. Aunt Petunia briefly stopped behind Harry to look around to see if anyone was watching her. She moved her hand slightly and Harry's school trunk slid into the trunk as her hand hit it slightly. She only did that because she knew that the "freaks" were still watching her, her family, and the boy.
"Well, get a move on, boy! We haven't got all day." Petunia snapped, but for some reason it wasn't her usual snappish tone or manner.
Harry raised an eyebrow at his aunt, and said, "Yes, Aunt Petunia."
A car ride later finds the Dursleys and Harry just getting out of the family car at number four Private Drive. Harry knew that he was in for a rough summer as soon as he walked in the door because he had barely reached the hall when the door slammed shut. Vernon grabbed Harry by the shoulders and forced him to turn around and face his angry uncle.
"How dare you have freaks like you threaten me or my family, you worthless piece of shit?" Vernon yelled as he slugged Harry in the stomach. "Now get your sorry ass up stairs and I'll deal with you later, since Dudley and I have plans. You're not to come out of your room until I say so, got that, Freak?"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon, I'll stay in my room until you tell me otherwise." Harry gasped as he clutched his stomach.
"Come on, Dudders, we have a ball game to go watch," Vernon said.
With that said Vernon and Dudley left for a few hours. Harry was on his knees still clutching his stomach as the sound of the car became distant. 'Just great,' Harry thought; 'this summer's going to be a real blast! Not!'
"Harry," Petunia started as she took a step toward her nephew. "Are you alright?"
"What do you care?" Harry snapped and an instant later he was standing and dragging his trunk and owl in her cage up the stairs as fast as he could, despite the pain he was in.
'I'm sorry, Lily,' Petunia thought sadly, 'I've failed not just you, but also your son. This summer is going to be hell for that poor boy, Vernon knows that Harry's godfather died and he'll be so horrible to Harry this summer. …If only I could do something… Oh, Lily, please forgive me for my mistakes.' A lone tear fell down Petunia's cheek as she headed to her own bedroom.
In Harry's room, Harry himself sank onto his bed and thought about different things. 'This year really sucked, especially since Sirius died and things are only going to get worse because McGonagall told me Dumbledore sent an owl to the Dursleys about Sirius's death. Oh, Sirius, why did you have to go? I have a feeling that Uncle Vernon has thought of ways to get away with making this summer a living hell on earth for me. I wonder what Vernon plans on doing to me when he and Dudley get home, then again I don't really want to know after all.' Soon after that Harry fell into a troubled sleep for a few hours.