Important: I DO NOT OW HARRY POTTER!!!

Summary: In the end of Harry's fivth year.
PG-13 because of: Language, Nightmares, Abuse, rape, probably even slash,
hate, fights, songs and more

1st chapter coming home

Even after the warning his Uncle had gotten from the Order Harry could tell that the man didn't care very much. "I don't have all the day so move your arse you prate!" Vermon barked and somehow Harry prayed to god that Vermon was in such a bad mood.

The drive back to Private Drive number four was very silent and none of them spoke a word even when the car had stopped Vermon didn't say anything and slowly Harry got the feeling that he didn't want to know what was coming next.

SLAP. The soon Harry had entered the house his uncle had slapped him with all his power and that was really a lot. Petunia was in the kitchen together with Dudley so they were now watching the scene.

Vermon grabbed Harry by the neck and pulled him up to his high so Harry's feet left the ground "You will work for your food this year you worthless prate. YOU MURDER. An I don't care how those Freaks try to treat me, you will send them good nice letters all few days and nothing more!" Harry fell back to the ground, no other word could have hit him harder than the word Murder.

The fear came back to him, the thought which had tried to come into his mind all the time since Harry had come through that was inside his head since the fourth year and now after what happened in his fifth year even stronger than ever before.

He was a Murder, he had Murdered Cedric and his own Godfather and even his own Parents were death because of him so what a person was he?

Harry was so deep in thoughts that he barely noticed that his uncle had went on in beating the living shit out of him and that he had thrown him into the cupboard the soon he was done.

Every part in his body hurt terrible, he could not even move a muscle, he was back 'home' for the first day and every member of his so called family had already beaten him by now. He was laying in his cupboard covered in blood, bruises and gashes when the door to the cupboard opened.

A dark figure, tall and fat stood there and pulled him out of the cupboard "Playtime." Was the only thing he said "Pull out your cloths!" the figure said but the body on the ground just couldn't move anything the pain he was in was just too much his skin felt like on fire.

"Fine then I will do it for you." With that he ripped the cloths from Harry's body. Knowing that it was night and his aunt and cousin were visiting friends of Petunia, gave Vermon all free time he needed for his so called 'Playtime.'

Harry looked at the bigger man in shock and suddenly he saw that Vermon's pants were very tight all of the sudden. "There is no way that you can escape! You have already send your god damned letter and none will hear you!"

With that he took Harry by the next and pulled him with him into the cellar. It was dark there and it smelled like whisky . a lot of whisky actually .

Vermon took Harry by the hands and tied them together. The boy was much too skinny and much too weak to do anything. The man bound the boys hands on the bares of a bed that was standing there.

Harry could only close his eyes from the pain that shot through his upper body all of the sudden. ~~~~~~~~~~ I know this is short but I need to know what you think about it.TBC PLEASE R/R