Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Harry Potter world, which only belong to the lovely J. K. Rowling. This story is created by this thing i call my brain and is only intended for entertainment by like-minded potter-heads and crazed fans. As such this fan-fiction is not a part of J.K. canon and i definitely make no profits from the publication of story. However, if this did belong to me, which it doesn't...laughs like a deranged lunatic. well... Enough said.
Warning: Mpreg up ahead/later on. if you don't like it, then don't read it. Also this story will have a mature rating only because i'am not sure how graphic certain parts might get. like i said no likey no readee!
Part two warning: if you are under the age of 18 please immediately click on the back button. This is an adult fanfic that will touch on things like rape.
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Chapter one
His head hurt. It was that god-awful pounding again. That thump thump rhythm as if his heart was beating right at the base of his isn't likely he'll get any sleep anytime soon.
The pacing helps.
The soundless beat of his soles against the hard wood of the Dursley home. Not his home. Never his home. His palm wipes constantly at the sweat that accumulate at the back of his neck. It's the Hottest summer since before he could remember, and he could remember a lot more then he wished was possible. Those painful hot summers weeding aunt petunias garden. Throat dry from lack of moisture. Skin pealing from heat exposure. His little fingers would ache for days. He never got as much as a thank you. Didn't ever expect it. 'Freak's aren't good enough for thank-you's.'
It's not like he could ever stay asleep. Sometimes it's the dreams that wake him, other times it's his uncles meaty fist pounding on the door, ordering him to 'shut up freak' His uncle should invest in ear muffs, his nightmares are far from over. Sometimes he would be back in the graveyard, Cedric panicked face, his parent's sweet goodbye, the knife sliding against his forearm. Wormtails disgusting pathetic face. It could drive any man raving mad.
The pacing helps.
The dark shadows in the room wrapping around him. Comforting silence. Just like his unanswered letters to his two best right. One, a jealous git and the other a condescending know it all. Boy! could he pick them. Maybe they also believed the papers. Wouldn't put it pass Ron. Haven't heard from Sirius either wonder what he's up too. Save the guys life and not even a post. Harry shook he's head dismissively, Sirius had his own issues. After all Twelve years in Azkaban isn't like taking a stroll through the woods.
His scar itched; the sweat on his brow irritating it even more.
The pacing helps.
The wooden desk in his room reflects its shadow across the moldy walls. It's almost day break. He's been at it for three hours already. He Should really try to get some sleep before his morning chores. Harry made his way across the room navigating to the small lumpy bed. His eyes squinting and adjusting in the darkness of his room. Pulling his legs to his chest as best he could under these circumstances, Harry closes his eyes. Just a couple of minutes.
The sweat had dried on his pale pasty skin by the time aunt petunia unlock his door. " Get up boy, breakfast should be on the table in half hour."
" yes, aunt petunia" she doesn't wait for a reply.
He made his way weakly to the bathroom doing his business and then using his hands to feed himself some water. The track down the stairs was even worse of a strain as going up. His limbs weak from hunger. He hadn't eaten but a piece of beard and some leftover cheese he'd stolen about two days ago. He was mechanical in his movement. Preparing the toast and scrambling the eggs. Grits would come last uncle liked them hot. Pancakes were Dudley favorite he'll have to make extra just in case he demanded seconds. All the while gently subconscious rubbing his hands over his stomach. Nothing could be seen of course but his hands felt what was there. No matter how much he'll Pretend it was nothing he knew, He'd known for a while. The pounding of feet moving down the stairs immediately had he's hands back to work. if his lucky he could sneak some bacon and eat the leftovers from the bin before his relatives could realize.
Breakfast was bought promptly to the table. Dudley already choking down his pancakes. Aunt petunia looking down at him with her long neck just daring him to try anything. Uncle Vernon luckily didn't pay him any mind. Only to insist his bacon was brunt and dock him eating privileges for dinner. Harry couldn't bring himself to mind
It's not like dinner would have been a king's feast. Well not for him at least.
The Day proceeds slowly, snail paced and daunting in its continuing heat and it's constent hunger. He could literally feel his bodies decline. His skin hot and flaky under the scorching sun, and aunt petunias roses often draw blood when he loses focus. Harry pats down his sweaty bird's nest of a hair. If he doesn't finish this before Vernon gets home. There won't be any dinner for him period. His knees creek as he tries to stand, slightly tipping over as his hands readily goes to protect his midsection.
This isn't going to work.
Harry finds his balance almost heaving as his head spins.
This definitely wasn't going to work.
He rubs his stomach subconsciously. He needed a plan. He needed to get out of here. And with that Harry readies himself for a long night of pacing.
Ello again Sweelings, hope you enjoyed this short per-view. Not sure if i'll continue on sooooooooo hopefully that decision is up to you lovely readers.
Word of the day is: NO. ever had someone that just couldn't take no for an answer? if yes then your amongst 99.9 percent of the worlds population. No, is a beautiful word. often use to illustrate displeasure and general defiance, as in ' I SAID NO Bitch...please remember to always say No. its a key ingredient to a long and healthy life.
Fanfic suggestions: Grow young with me by Taliesin.
lovely work, but hasn't been updated since dec 201
Other useful things if you made it this far: I'm currently not sure where I'm going with this story. I've outlined my plot and know what I want it to achieve however, as most authors know, some stories usually write themselves. I look forward to playing with this plot and hopefully this story will open at the close!
