Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I own nothing.
Warning: This first chapter is one of the darkest ones in my story. If you are uncomfortable with reading about child abuse, and rape…do not read this page. If you would like…you can skip to the next page where you will find the story starts to become much more light hearted and amusing. The next chapter tells what happened in this one, so no worries about skipping it if you like. And with that said…Please enjoy the story!
Easy Way Out
Harry crouched down quietly in the corner of Dudley's second bedroom, waiting for his Uncle to make his next move. He watched with apprehension and no small amount of fear as he waited for his Uncle to decide on his punishment this evening. From the beginning of the summer it was very clear to Harry that his Uncle had finally snapped. It seems his Uncle has had as much magic as he can take, and has decided to try and beat the magic out of the boy once and for all. So every day Harry waits quietly in his room for his Aunt to come and bring him his daily ration of food, and later, for his Uncle to come home and try to beat the magic out of him. At first Harry's Uncle had been satisfied with just hitting the boy. Lately however, he had become fond of using his belt, as it caused many pain filled screams which Vernon delighted in hearing from his nephew.
Harry, with his bowed down submissively, glanced upward again at his Uncle. He took a deep breath when he saw his Uncle undoing his belt, and tried to prepare himself for the intense pain that he knew would come. Closing his eyes as he heard his Uncle approach, he waited for the command to get up, take his shirt off, and turn around. Sure enough, he immediately heard his Uncle give the command. But after he had removed his shirt and turned around the expected blows from the belt did not come. Confused, Harry just stood there getting more and more worried. Why wasn't his Uncle hurting him? Was he busy thinking up a new punishment for him? If he was, Harry hoped it wouldn't hurt too badly.
As Harry's dark thought's whirled around in his head, he did not notice at first the light, almost sensual caresses trailing on his back, fingers ghosting against each of his many scars that littered his back. When he did, he immediately stiffened against the touches, though he dared not pull away lest it anger Uncle. What ever his Uncle was doing, it frightened him. Especially as he felt the hands drift from his back to his lower stomach, still caressing with gentle touches. At this point all Harry could think about was how wrong this felt. He wasn't sure what his Uncle was doing, but he was sure that he wasn't supposed to be doing it to his nephew.
Harry whimpered as one of his Uncle's hands slid lower, down to the top of his pants. And then lower, pulling the fabric down with it. Now Harry was left with just his underwear, which definitely didn't seem like enough clothing. When he felt his Uncles hand slide forward up to his most private parts, he knew he couldn't let this go on. No one was supposed to touch him there, especially not his Uncle. Why would he even want to? Why was he doing this to him? He tried to struggle out of his Uncle's grip, but Vernon just held him tighter. "Please no," Harry whispered.
"Shut up boy," his Uncle growled out. Now Vernon started with renewed interest his molestation of his nephew.
Three days of this same routine passed by quickly, until on the fourth day Vernon Dursley decided that molesting his nephew wouldn't be nearly as rewarding as raping him. He did love to hear the boy scream after all, and just touching him only got a few whimpers. And so that night he first raped his nephew. And the night after that. And the night after that. In fact, it repeated nightly for almost three weeks before Harry Potter, the boy who Lived, finally found a chance to take his own life. And the walls were splattered in his blood.
AN: Don't worry people. This is not truly the end for Harry Potter. Tune in next time to find out just what exactly I mean, and if I really mean it the way it sounds.