Chapter 1 Live with the Dursley's

Last night Harry had another long daily session with serving his clients. He had been serving them since he was six. It was the same every night. Uncle Vernon took him to a casino/hotel once there he was put in a room and Vernon fucked him until he was raw. After that he was made to do the same with his clients. Apparently the last client had complained to Vernon that Harry wasn't doing the tings he had asked him to do. He could see that his Uncle was mad at him when he came back in the room. His face was red and the vain against his temple was pulsing. And Harry knew that the pain for this night had not ended yet.

"You little shit, all you have to do is do as you are told to do, but you can't even do that." Vernon shouted, while his fist connected to Harry's jaw. " Please Uncle Vernon, I didn't mean to." Harry pleaded. " Shut up whore, don't try to make excuses. Now get in position so you can receive your punishment." Vernon said.

Harry got on hands and knees and Vernon took of his belt and started hitting Harry on his back with the buckle and of it. When Harry sagged through his arms and legs Vernon began hitting even harder and started kicking him also. Harry tried not to scream because he knew if he did Vernon hit him even harder. Vernon kept hitting and kicking him and at one point Harry felt several bones snap. He screamed out and lost consciousness from the pain.

When he regained consciousness again he was alone in the hotel room. His chest hurt a lot even breathing brought tears in his eyes. He slowly stood up on shaky legs and wobbled into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and could see a split lip, a black eye, his nose was broken and so was his jaw. Harry turned on the water of the shower and slowly got under it. The water hurt his torn back but he bared it because he felt so dirty. After he got out of the shower he got dressed in the clothes Vernon had left behind. The same old ten sizes to big grey hand me downs from Dudley.

When Harry was dressed he tried to get out of the hotel room but the door was locked. Vernon is probably downstairs gambling away the money I made for him last night, Harry thought. He was tired but didn't want to go lay on the bed because the sheets still had stains on it from last nights work. So he went and set down in the chair and got lost in his thoughts, without noticing he fell asleep again. About on hour later a woman came in the room, upon seeing the state that Harry was in she quickly left and went to find the manager.

The manager was part of the Mafia that owned a couple of casino's in England. Vernon Dursley came to the casino every day and gambled away more money then he had. It was so bad that at the time Harry was six Vernon had a debt with the Mafia of 2 million pounds. And they wanted to see money fast. He needed to start paying back or else they would kill his family. Vernon didn't want to loose his wife and son and quickly came to the decision that his worthless nephew could maybe be of some worth after all. So it was that he came to the agreement that Harry would be a whore for the Mafia at the hotel everyday from 10 pm until 3 am. Vernon paid for the hotel room from 3 am until 10 am and in that time Harry would serve his Uncles clients. This is how Harry's life was for the last two years.

The manager came into the room and upon seeing Harry asleep he started shouting. " Get up you whore, the room isn't paid for any longer and if you want to sleep you can do it on the street." Harry startled by the sudden loud voice curled into himself and looked around with wide eyes. Upon seeing the manager he jumped out of the chair and started apologizing. " I am sorry sir. I didn't meant to fall a sleep. I shall leave now. Sorry it won' t happen again." Harry whimpered. He didn't want to get hit again when he was still in pain from his last beating.

He quickly gathered his sweater and left the room. The manager came after him and escorted him out of the building. "You wait here while we will inform your Uncle."

" Yes s-sir" Harry stammered, while he furiously thought that now was his chance to run away. And with seeing his first opportunity in two years he took it and ran away as fast as he could. Through the streets and back alleys of London.