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Tainted Angel
by. samgurlalways

Please be nice and review,...I usually get better after the first chapter, so bear with me.

Edited: This chapter has been fixed.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own ANYTHING in this story except for Matt...so far.

Summary: Harry Potter has been through hell during his short 15 years. His family has abused him for years and he has scars, literal and invisible, to prove it. When he gets the chance of a lifetime will he crack or hold on just a bit longer to find friends and fall in love?

(A/N): Thanks to my beta: Skeptical fan

Chapter 1: Haunting Thoughts

'Free!'

Was the first thought that had come to Harry Potter' s mind when he left for a technical boarding school two hours away from Surrey, where he had lived with his aunt since he was a baby. Now, three months later, the happiness was accompanied with guilt, remorse, worry, and fear for what they would do to him when he came back for the summer.

A few months ago, he thought that going to the school a couple of hours away would help, but now he felt angry that he couldn't check on what they were planning for him like he wanted. And scared that they would change their minds and bring him back. His uncle had started to abuse him physically, emotionally, and sexually, a couple of months after Petunia's marriage to the bastard. Harry's aunt was well aware of the abuse, but did nothing to stop Vernon, sometimes even joining in on the physical abuse.

Dudley was no better. He made a point of telling everyone that his small cousin was a 'whore,' that did a lot more than 'get around.' Harry really didn't know why he was going to the tech school, he didn't believe he would ever make anything of himself. Self- loathing was a major part of Harry and he did it almost unconsciously, thanks to his family.

Harry was sixteen and during all fourteen years of abuse, he never saw or heard Vernon or his aunt be anything but nice to Dudley. Harry held no resentment towards his cousin, he figured that since he wasn't their child anyway, they were already being too nice to even allow him to live with them.

Dudley was 17, and almost identical to his father, which chilled Harry to the very bone. Despite the two-year age difference, he was scared for the children the young boy would eventually have. There is no way he would treat them any different than how he had grown up, and do the things he had seen done to them.

Harry bit his lip slightly, thinking hard. Growing up, he had associated his resemblance to his father as a bad thing. Vernon had cursed and fucked him too many times, claiming that his lack of masculinity and the femininity of his looks made him a perfect toy.

According to his aunt, his father and mother had been in a car accident when he was one, thanks to their alcohol consumption that night. Harry had came out barely scratched, save for a pale thunderbolt scar on his forehead. Petunia often described the night that the police brought them to their doorstep, as the worst day of her life (in her opinion). Harry was told his father, James, was a heartless and desolate man who only thought of himself. In Harry's subconscious, he had always disagreed with Aunt Petunia on that subject. All he remembered about his father were gentle mannerisms: sweet, nice, and loving. Shaking his head, he banished the thoughts as quickly as they had come.

It didn't matter; his parents were dead and there was nothing that he could do.

Despite the abuse, Vernon had been a constant figure in his life. Harry hated himself for it, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking that Vernon had never abandoned his family. For that the teenager was grateful.

If only his uncle could be constant and non-abusive, life would be perfect.

"Damn it Harry, stop spacing out!," someone screamed in his ear.