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Disclaimer: unfortunately for us, we do not own harry potter. We only own this maimed version of it. Please enjoy the product of our minds

We are writing this story in hopes to raise awareness, and support for people who have suffered, or are suffering from abuse. Keep strong guys! We would also like to bring attention to the increasing rates of homophobic violence in school systems. We feel it is unfair to persecute those who are homosexuals, simply because of their orientation. Please take this into consideration while reading our story

-Katie and MacKenzie

Healing Harry's Heart

Chapter one

Harry's POV

"Wake up boy! I have a job for you!" Uncle Vernon snarled at me through the door, "and get dressed. I'm renting you out."

Harry's eyes shot open. Renting him out? Again? He had been rented just last night!

"Who is it this time?" Harry asked, "You promised you wouldn't do it this often! I'm not going to cooperate!"

"That's okay," smirked Vernon, "Most of them like it better that way." I flinched, and backed into the corner of the room, even though Uncle Vernon wasn't even near me. I was still sore from last night, and the feeling of it made me nauseous.

"No." I protested, and I could feel the fury radiating off of Vernon.

"What do you mean 'no'?" he snarled.

"I-I mean I won't do it." I stuttered, "I won't be used as your personal prostitute anymore!"

"Don't you dare talk back to me! You will do what I tell you and that is the end of it!"

"No!" I whispered hoarsely, and I flinched backwards again as the door creaked open again, and a huge shadow was cast over me by Vernon's looming form.

"Say it again," he threatened.

"NO!" I yelled, "I won't-"but a solid kick in the ribs kept me from complaining further. I reached out, intending to retaliate but Vernon's fist connected with my face before I got the chance. I tried to scramble away from him, but he picked me up, and threw me on the bed, slamming my head against the wall, and cracking another rib. As I lay sobbing on the floor, I heard Vernon leave the room; going to get the whip.

When Vernon re-entered the room, I let out another choked cry, and was reworded with the crack of a whip as it hit me across the face.

"Get on the bed you freak!" he growled at me, and I obeyed quickly, not wanting to make him any angrier than he was.

As I lay face down on the bed I felt him pull my shirt up and I prepared for the lashings I was sure to get, but they didn't come. Instead I felt his chubby, awkward fingers, poking and prodding me back, tracing old scars, and pushing harshly against bruises. I started to cry again, but quickly stopped when his fist hit me across the back of the head. Dizzyingly, I rolled over onto my stomach, and put my hands over my face, in a last effort to protect myself, but I realized it was helpless when the whip cracked again, and hit me over and over, bombarding me with pain until I was a quivering mess of cuts.

At long last he stopped.

"Great, now you're not good for nothing. I hate having to cancel clients." He said grumpily. "I hope that taught you a lesson."

I glared at him weekly, and gave him the finger, but he simply laughed at me, and slammed the door shut on his way out. Only thirteen more days until Hogwarts.

Meanwhile at Hogwarts…

Snape's POV

I was working away in my dungeons, creating new potions, and restocking the hospital wing's blood replenishing potions, when all of a sudden a house elf appeared in front of me with a large 'crack' and caused me to poor my potion all over the floor.

"Look what you've done you fool!" I snarled at it, and it backed away quickly.

"Nubby is terribly sorry sir! Nubby was told to get Snape sir. By Master Dumbledore. Nubby was only following orders sir." I growled at it, causing it to squeak loudly, and disapparate with another large crack.

I stormed out of my lab, and stomped up the stairs, ready to yell at Albus for making me ruin my potion, but when I entered his office, I stopped suddenly when I saw that all teachers had gathered around his desk, and where sipping tea and eating sherbet lemons.

"I hope you have not brought me here for tea Albus." I snarled, "I was very busy replenishing the hospital wing, and I do not have time for such frivolities."

"No indeed Severus. We are here for a much more important matter. It has come to my attention recently that Sorting has become a shallow and meaningless thing, and stereotypes students before they even get a chance to prove themselves. I have made the decision to re-sort the students 4th year and above to give them a second chance."

"What!" I snarled, "I protest! You cannot be serious!"

"I assure you, young Severus, that I am Dumbledore, not Sirius. But I do intend to go ahead with the re-sorting.

"What… but…" I stuttered, but Albus simply ignored me.

""Well, then," proclaimed Albus merrily, his eyes twinkling brightly, "Now that we've got this settled, would anybody like a sherbet lemon?" The staff all declined politely, but I could tell that some of them were as angry about this as me.

Everybody else filtered out slowly, but I stayed behind to talk to Dumbledore. "I don't think this is a good idea Albus." I protested, "But I know you're going to go along with it anyways."

"What's wrong Severus, afraid to lose some of your snakes?" he chuckled.

"No Albus," I hissed, "But wouldn't it be a shame to lose your dear Gryffindor golden boy to Hufflepuff?"

"He will be a great tribute to the school, no matter where his heart lies."

At the burrow…

Ginny's POV

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Today would be the day I confronted Ron about our feelings. I had left a note on his pillowcase last night telling him where I would be and that I really wanted to talk to him. He had been sneaking into my room for as long as I can remember, but lately it had turned into something different.

Another minute passed. Was he going to show up?

At long last he turned up, sneaking behind the hedges with a hassled look on his face that turned me on.

"Ron!" I hissed, "I didn't think you were going to come!"

"Of course I came…!" he joked, and I scowled.

"We need to talk." I protested, "I feel like you're just using me for my body, but I've come to see you as more than a brother… I want you to be mine!" I cried, and he stiffened.

"I'm sorry Ginny," he said, "but I don't want you like that."

"How could you!" I screeched, "Ever since I was little, you've snuck into my room at night, and used me! But now you're saying it meant nothing to you?"

"We're siblings Ginny! It would be wrong!"

"And it wasn't wrong to rape me? To molest me when I was little, and trick me into liking it?"

"It's not like that Ginny. And it never will be"…

Tell us what you think; sorry we couldn't write more, but we are currently writing this in the middle of Language class, and I have the feeling this isn't the kihndof story we're supposed to be writing.

-Katie and MacKenzie