Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Warning: This is not all my others. It deals with Harry and his child hood (Which I made up.) It is a big angst fic. I will make everything seem the worst. But I promise you, you will want more.

Product of Sin

Chapter One- Little Boy Lost

Flash Back

A little boy crouched in the corner of his Uncle's room. The carpet was stained with blood. He was trying to clean it up so that his Aunt would not see, not like she cared, she just didn't want to see it. Vernon Drusley lay sacked out on his bed. Harry Potter got done with cleaning and walked out of the room slowly. It seemed like he was bleeding from every pore.

It was only his second punishment. He was 5 years old.

End Flash Back

Harry woke with a start, but in a different room. Then he remembered he had run away after the last 'punishment'. He just couldn't take it anymore. His wrists had permanent scares from his Uncle and from himself. But it seemed that he could never bring himself to kill himself.

The clock read 6 in the morning. Harry needed to shop and get his things ready for the next day, when he would be returning to Hogwarts. He got up and whinced at the pain. The first thing on his list was a relaxer.

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"Stupid kids." A very angry potions master grumbled. Why did he wait until the end of summer to get all his ingredients? He moved pass the young kids and their families as they were getting supplies for school. He pass by a boy but bumped into his. The boy yelped but tried to stay quite.

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Harry had been trying to not get close to others. His back was sore from the whipping he had gotten. -His Uncle thought that it would be 'fun' to add a whip to the 'punishment'.- But all that came crashing down when Severus Snape walked but him, pushing into his back. Harry yelped but put his hand over his mouth, but Snape already saw him.

"Potter. Did I hurt you?" He asked in an unSnape tone, a gentle tone.

"I am fine Professor." Harry tried to move but Snape caught his arm, at the spot where Dudley had kicked him. "Sir, that hurts." Harry looked pleadingly into Snape's eyes.

"Potter, are you hurt." Harry shook his head. Best not tell. Severus pulled the boy close to him and appreated to his cottage on the edge of the sea.

Once there, he demanded to see Harry's body. The boy went bright red. He liked the Professor in that way and didn't want him to see.

"Potter I need to see."

"Why should you care." Harry shot back. Severus was a little taken back by the comment but would not stop, he needed to see. He felt like he need to protect Harry. But why.

"I will tie you down to have a look." He threatened. Harry went silence. His uncle would tie his down to fuck him and to whip in and….all other things that his uncle wanted to do. "Would you rather some one else look at your body?" Harry shook his head.

"No." He said in a quite voice. Severus was shocked, Harry was usually forceful, but now he acted like a wounded puppy.

"I think I should call Albus."

"No!"

"Yes. You might say that I tried to rape you." Severus went to the fire place and threw some floo powder into the low flame, instantly the fire turned green and grew higher. "Albus Dumbledore." The old man's face appeared in the fire.

"Yes, Severus."

"I need you to come here. I have Potter, and he doesn't look good."

"Minerva, Poppy and I will be there right now."