Recurring Nightmares

Harry lay in bed staring at the blank ceiling listening to the rhythm of the house. The clock on the wall was ticking; the calming sound of Hedwig's continuous breathing; Uncle Vernon's snoring and if he listened really closely he could hear the hum of the fridge. Then a different sound arose: something shuffling down the hall. Harry reached out for his wand then remembered...
"Damn, Uncle Vernon for stealing his magical possessions and locking them away!"
The shuffling continued and turned to heavy footsteps. Harry tried to pretend to be asleep as the door creaked open...
"Get up, Potter," a hushed rasped voice rasped. Harry lay still, "You heard me Potter."
The duvet got yanked off and Harry involuntary flinched.
"I knew it."
The boy smiled smugly.
"What do you want, Dudley?" Harry asked roughly.
"Suddenly Harry was dragged out of bed and splayed onto the floor. Dudley pulled the rope from his dressing gown and quickly gagged Harry. As Dudley scanned the room his eyes fell upon Harry's school tie. Still sitting on Harry, he leant across and snatched it up and then wrapped it around Harry's hands tightly, trapping him.
Harry lay there, panting frantically, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage as he waited for the inevitable.
"You deserve everything you get from me Potter," Dudley spat the last word.
Harry shivered with fear, not for the first time, as he felt his cousin push up against him ripping off Harry's pyjamas as he did so. Dudley groaned with sickening pleasure. Harry tried to move away but Dudley slammed his head into the ground.
Hedwig woke up and began to squawk. Dudley pulled himself off Harry and ran to the cage. He opened Harry's wardrobe and chucked the cage inside, slamming the door. He turned back to face Harry. Harry had squirmed towards the door in a desperate bid for freedom. Dudley growled and lunged towards Harry; dragging him back to the window.
This time Dudley pulled down his trousers and rammed himself into Harry, pain shot through Harry's body and the familiar feeling of bleeding began. Dudley pushed further inside Harry and started a greedy rhythm...
"You...Deserve...Every...Last...Bit...Of...This...Potter," he spat with every thrust, "It's...For...Your...Own...Good..."
Dudley's need for realise becoming evident, he thrust harder, trying to get as far into Harry as possible. Harry tried to scream as agony tore through him but he only ended up choking on the tight gag.
Finally Dudley came; flooding inside Harry as he groaned, pleased with himself and his perverted orgasm.
"What a delight," Dudley thought, "It is to finally make Potter powerless."
Panting, he slid out of Harry and looked down in disgust.
"Get up you fool, get up!" he snarled.
Harry struggled and failed. Dudley laughed and kicked him hard in the ribs.
"Tell anyone of this and I will kill you, magic or no magic," Dudley smirked smugly as he left the room.
Harry lay curled in a ball; sobbing. He ached all over and the pain was severe. Blood was running freely now, mixed up with barren seed, where the impact seed, with the impact of being entered unwelcomingly had hit him. He couldn't even struggle out of the bonds or reach his bed. He closed his eyes as tears of anger, pain and loneliness streamed down his face. Sleep was the only way to free him from the pain, but even that only lead to recurring nightmares.