Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter, never have and never will.
A/N: Warnings: Child abuse, sexual abuse, and violent scenes. Later on will be sex scenes.
2nd A/N: Hello guys I am now starting the rewrite and finish of this story so I can clear some things up! So sorry I have been away for so long but life sometimes takes you on a rocky path! Well I am back now and I aim to update once a week! Here is the revised Prologue! Enjoy
Prologue – The Welcome Home
Harry sat, or shall we say cowered, in his bedroom, the dark dank mould infested space, having only just arrived back from Hogwarts, the one place, as sad as it seems, he used to be able to refer to as home. His trunk had been thrown in the cupboard where he had lived in for nine years and his wand confiscated, he had no idea where the whale of a man had put it.
He was barely in the door for one minute before the insults had begun. He knew he should never had expected any different, but somehow it always managed to catch him off guard.
"Freak! Get in here now!" The screech came from downstairs. Hurriedly gathering himself and taking a deep breath he began the descent downstairs to certain hell.
Just as he reached the bottom step a hand came round from the corner and hit him in the stomach hard. Looking down he noticed the slipper-ed feet. Uncle Vernon. "My office now freak." The boy stood as straight as he was able, still clutching his stomach and followed him. Once he stood inside the office another male came up from behind him sniggering and smirking, he put his hand on the boys shoulder and shoved the boy to his already bruised knees. "We will be continuing your training, only this time we have…Accessories and of course our new friend here." The boy looked up. His eyes going wide upon seeing the heavy metal object in his uncle's hand. He looked around frantically, wanting to scream, wanting to be anywhere but where he is now and run as fast as he could, but there was no escape route. But it mattered not, the boys legs were frozen beneath him his breath frozen in his chest. He couldn't move even if he wanted to. His last thought rung through his temples. Good bye Potter.