Disclaimer: If I were J.K Rowling I would have the last book out already and fly my jet, talking with a british accent. I on the other hand own the clothes on my back and live in the NYC and own my OC.
On number 4 Privet Drive, was a 17 year old boy with messy black hair, green eyes, and a lightening shaped scar on his head. But the strange thing about him is that he HATES the summer holidays.
"Boy! Get down here right now or I'll make you wish you were never born!"Yelled Uncle Vernon.
Harry Potter groaned ,shut the bloody hell up you fat piece of shit! Harry thought. "Coming Uncle Vernon" At least I get to go back to Hogwarts next week. Harry went downstairs and all of a sudden... SMACK! "Boy," Yelled Uncle Vernon ," that's for taking to long. In fact you get half of your breakfast then, You lazy no good bastard. Just like your father and mother. Your mother was a whore, just like you." At that comment Harry lost control. He shouted "Shut the bloody hell up you fat,stupid, dumb ass! You know nothing about her! You fucking bastard you can suck your own dick for all I care ass hole you are the stupidest person i ever met!" Years of abuse came tumbling out of Harry's mouth and when he actually took a breath, he saw how his Uncle looked. Uncle Vernon looked livid. His face turning an ungodly shade of purple and then... SMACK! Uncle Vernon slapped Harry so hard in the face that Harry's face was black and blue and had a large hand print on it. But as suddenly as that happened, Uncle Vernon sickenly sweetly "asked" Harry to come upstairs with him. Harry stared in horror for he knew what would happen.
But all of a sudden Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry, dragged him upstairs, and threw him into his rooom. Harry slowly tried creeping back but Vernon caught him.He tore off Harry's clothes and pulled off his pants and underwear. Uncle Vernon dragged Harry onto his little bed and penetrated him. He pushed in and out for a while and finally with a long guttural sound, he squirted out cum into Harry and left. Harry just brokedown and cried. I mean who won't? Life wasn't going his way. He basically called himself "Fate's Bitch". But in between his legs were cum,blood, and sweat.
Soon after, Harry took a long bath. He washed off days of grime,blood ,and sweat off his body. He said"Why me? Why must I be the one to be abused, rape,& tormented all the time. God why me!" And cried all over again.
Harry was glad for one thing. He was going back to for his last year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry in two days. He was also glad that Uncle Venon wouldn't try hitting him again so close to him going back to school.
As Harry looked for the first time this summer at himself, he was shocked at how much he changed. First off, he was smokin' hot! His face and body lost all of his baby fat so his face looked real manly. He had some well-formed muscles from his work, a light tan, his gorgeous emerald eyes sparkled. His hair was still messy but it grew longer!
Soon that glorious day of deliverance came when he could go back to Hogwarts. But this year he would NEVER forget what happened.