WARNING: This is RATED M, there will be dark themes, and audiences for a mature party. THERE will be rape/ and lord knows what else, the first chapter is very much a shocker. Feel free to voice your shock in the reviews, just do not PM me PERSONALLY. I might for better terms upload this to Archive, but that's just a thought, I want to see how this goes with this crowd. It's very dark themed, although I can definitely grantee a not so horrible ending, though it is left to be said. As of me posting Chapter one and two, I have only gotten up to Chapter Five. I planned to finish this story, like I said, this is a very dark themed story, is it the darkest I've read...in fact, I actually read darker surprisingly on this site, but like I also said, it's a shocker, so feel free to review, whether I reply well that's up to me, and not you. Oh, and I don't care about gender, that's a load of horseradish, my stories will range from anywhere from Hetero, to Homo, to freaking Alien Tentacle, to nonexistent. However, to give the one person a piece of mind, this main characters Homosexual.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, NOR KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN. I get nothing out of this, except entertainment, and the fact that someone liked, hated, or meh my worked. This is just for fun. It's fanfiction, the place of imagination, and sidelong drama =)

CHAPTER ONE

"Take Harry and run!"

"Not My Harry!"

"Oh, Harry…"

"The boy will be of great use to me..."

"Freak..."

"…"

"BOY!"

A boy no older than four shot up out of sleep, his heart beating and his breath shaky. He blinked and sucked in more breath as he tried to get his bearings. Was it all a dream? He jumped as loud banging filled the silence of his small room under the stairs.

"BOY, you better be in the kitchen now or you will be punished." The sneering voice of his dear uncle echoed in the darkness of his space and he knew if he did not get there and cook now he would be punished. He hurried out of his little room, well cupboard for that was what it was. He didn't bother getting dressed for he was to wear the rags he had. He rushed to the kitchen, the little stool propped up by the stove, his dearest Aunt glaring at him.

"Boy, get cooking, you made me wait for you, stupid little brat." She screeched as she smacked him, he did not flinch as he rushed to get the food ready. He was already in trouble, best not to make them wait for their food. He had just set the bacon to cook, the grease hot and bubbling as the bacon fried, he turned to start on the pancakes when his cousin, his Aunt and Uncles child, waddled into the kitchen. The boy who was the same age as him was whining about breakfast, his face scrunched up into an imitation of his own father. He braced for more scolding as he mixed the pancake batter, his little hands barely holding onto the spoon. As he pored the pancake batter onto the hot pan he did not see his cousin come up behind him. The boy's fatty hand reaching for the bacon. A loud screech sounded out as the pig like boy fell back yelling out in pain and holding his hand. He stared frightened as he watched his cousin roll on the ground.

"What's going on her…DUDLY!" His Aunt screeched as she rushed over to her dearest son. She hugged him, and soon got him calmed, staring at the burn mark on the boy's hand.

"He burned me!" His pig-like cousin yelled, pointing at him as he shook his head no.

"I did no such thing, he was reaching for the bacon, he burnt his hand himself!"

"SHUT IT, BOY! HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK. YOU TRIED TO KILL MY BABY BOY, WITH YOUR FREAKISHNESS!" His Aunt screeched as she stood up and towered over him, he cowered as he stared into hate-filled eyes.

"WE TAKE YOU IN, AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT US! TRYING TO KILL MY BOY! YOU ANIMAL! MY SISTER SHOULD HAVE NEVER BIRTHED SUCH A DISGRACEFUL CREATURE SUCH AS YOU!" She screeched at him.

"I didn't do anything, he burnt himself, Mrs.!" He cried out, as he stared at her. Her face became a shade of ugly red, and she grabbed a hold of his hair and pulled him to the ground. He cried as his back hit the counter corner. He breathed as he tried to get up. Making it onto his feet he only had a screech warning as he felt a large blow to his small fragile body. He felt burning hot pain as if his skin was burning off, he screeched as he rolled around trying to get the burning out, but there was no fire, his aunt had just thrown the whole pan of grease at him. He cried as the pain would not go away.

"That was for trying to kill my son, you freakish little boy, how dare you bastard." He heard as he passed out. When he came to, he was welcomed to the dark space of his little room. His body ached, and he could not move. He whimpered, he felt stiff, and he was so tired. He blinked as tears fell, why would she do that, he didn't mean to burn his cousin, he didn't mean to try and kill him, he was just cooking breakfast! His little body shuddered as he drifted in and out of sleep. His mind could not keep up with time, so he had no idea of how long he was in the closet, but soon he smelt a stench, and realized he could not control his body fluids, what was happening to his body? He was scared. He wanted to leave, he didn't want to be here, but he knew he deserved this, he knew this was his home. He drifted off again into sleep.

"How is he?"

"He is lucky to be alive. I am surprised you found him in time, tell me again, Mrs. Um?"

"Mrs. Dursley."

"Yes. Mrs... Dursley. Tell me again, where did you find him?"

"Why, yes, I found him on the side of the road, you see, at first, I thought he was sleeping than I realized, he was seriously ill, I'm sorry to say, but why do you want me to repeat this?"

"Well, the results of the blood work came back, and it seems he is the son of one Lilly Evans, who we believe is a sister of yours?"

"Oh, her…yes, she was a sister, unfortunately, she went down a wrong path, last I heard she died in a car wreck, I did not realize she had a son." This was what he heard as he slowly became conscious. His mind was blank as he felt pain. He whimpered.

"Oh, look like he is waking up, let me go get the paperwork. I'll let you two get acquainted." A male voice said, and footsteps were heard leaving as a door close. He slowly opened his eyes, breathing in and out deeply as he stared at the white ceiling. He couldn't remember what happened. He turned his head to look around and froze as the scowling face of his dear Aunt came into view. It was then he remembered, and he tried to move, but he couldn't, he was frozen.

"Boy, you just had to try, and die didn't you, ungrateful brat. You better keep your mouth shut and go along with everything, or your punishment for this will be worse than what it is. Bloody little freak, better be grateful." She hissed as she put her face close to his, he whimpered as he nodded, and kept quiet. He was in so much trouble. He jumped as the door opened and the doctor came back, his aunt instantly switched into someone he did not recognize, and it was then he knew, that if the incident did not kill him, his uncle will. He was in hell.

Three months passed, and he was finally released out of the hospital, he was dreading this day for he knew punishment awaited him at home. He jumped out of his skin as the door behind him opened abruptly. He looked and almost flinched at the gleam in his aunt and uncles eyes as the doctor talked to them, the thing that he knew really set them off was that the doctor had reported them to social services, with luck only he could guess, they got off of charges even though all evidence had pointed to abuse, he shivered as he slowly put his shoes on. He knew Sir and Mrs, was waiting to punish him, he knew something did not add up. He slowly walked toward them, he made sure to not look at them and tried not to cringe at the sweet venomous voice of his Aunt as she played her part as a lovable woman to take in her nephew.

"If you have any concerns please don't be afraid to contact us again." The doctor's voice droned, it was a different one from the first doctor, this one sounding as monotoned as he looked.

"I'm sure everything will be fine. We got everything under control, isn't that right Harry?" His aunt's voice cut through him like ice and he quickly nodded. He did not know who Harry was, but he figured that was what they were going to call him for other people. He took a deep breath and counted the steps until they made it to the car. Sliding into the back seat, he curled into a ball.

Silence, that is what the car ride back to his nightmare was, if he thought about it, he could almost hear the bells that the church by the park rings in the late afternoon, it felt like a kind of tension. Boy was only waiting for someone to break the ice. However, no one did, not even as they made it home, and he was forced into his little cupboard, he sat on the hardwood, for he never had a bed or blanket and waited for the punishment. To his tiny world, it was different, should he be happy that nothing happened?

It wasn't until a long time had passed, that he realized, they were not allowing him out. It was not uncommon for him to be left in his dark room for days on in, and he learned to tell the time, by the way, his body had become accustomed to it. So, when a week passed, and he was not allowed out, he figured that by the Monday after he would be allowed out to eat some scraps and bathe. It never happened. Another week passed, and by this point, he had filled up a little corner of his bodily waste and was in the process of filling up another, that he realized they had left him there, in his dark little room. After the fifth week, he knew this was going to be his grave, he concluded that he would never be out and that his Aunt and Uncle had finally decided to be rid of him. He jumped out of his skin when a loud bang filled the dead silence of his dark room. He heard the jumble of his doors locks and he flinched and whimpered when it slammed opened and light flooded his vision. It hurt.

"Boy get out here, don't think your punishment is over." His Uncles voice echoed around him, and he stiffly hurried out. He stood staring at the floor, knowing that if he looked up he would be punished. He felt a giant meaty hand grab hold of his hair and dragged him up the stairs.

"Boy, Petunia and Dudley are out on a little vacation this week, and in that time, I have been on a job excursion. I learned some great things in that time, some of it I know you would enjoy, why wouldn't you, it fits a disgraceful little freak like you." His Uncle ranted, as he unceremoniously dragged him without a care up against the stairs and threw him into the master bedroom. Boy was afraid, this was something new, his Uncle never did this, he backed up as his uncle came bounding in. He his uncle grabbed him and threw him unto the bed, and he started to shake. What was his uncle planning to do to him, what kind of punishment was this?

"Boy, be a good little freak. You want to me to praise you, right? You want to make me happy, right?" He asked and boy, nodded his head, he did not know what was happening, but he was scared, and he wanted to do anything to get away.

"Well the only way to make me happy is to do as I say, and not to cry out, if you do, you will regret it, do you hear me? ANSWER ME, BOY!" His uncle yelling shocked him, and he quickly answered him and stared at anything but the hulking man of his uncle. His uncle chuckled making the jelly-like blab of his stomach jiggle.

"Good boy, now undress." His uncle ordered. Undress? Why? He looked at his uncle and quickly looked down, he did not want to undress. He shook his head.

"Don't shake your head at me, I told you to undress, so you better undress, if you know what is good for you." His uncle growled, and he quickly undressed. He felt embarrassed. His uncle though, stood there towering over him, and staring. Silence sounded, and the only noise made was the huffing breaths of his uncle. Then his uncle moved, and it was to touch him. It was like a dam broke, and suddenly he was being touched all over and pinched here and there and he hated it, it felt wrong.

He heard a belt drop, and clothes rustling and suddenly as the touched began he was pushed till his face met something sticking out of his uncle, and he knew instantly what it was, but he wondered why it was so red, and why was it so big.

"This, boy, is a little problem I have, and the only thing that can fix it, is you, now I wouldn't have some freak touch me so casually, but you seem to be a little special. See, boy this thing right here, is something that I call magical. It gives you food, I bet you are hungry, aren't you? Well if you lick it, and do well enough, you can have all the food it can offer." His uncle said pleasantly, and he rubbed the hot thing in his face, smearing weird liquid on his skin, it smelt weird. However, his uncle said it gave food, and he was really, hungry. He gave it a tiny lick, and he flinched when his uncle jerked. His uncle pushed his head closer, and he began to lick the member. Soon, the member was redder than before and twitching, a white liquid was starting to drip.

"Open your mouth boy, and take the tip in, you don't want to waste your precious food now do you?" His Uncle grunted, and he did just that, opening his mouth he took in the tip and was surprised when warm liquid squirted out. There was so much that he quickly swallowed it.

"Good boy, now here comes the real fun." His uncle said, and before he knew it, he was being held down, while his uncle pushed his red thing into him, and the pain made him cry out.

"I told you not to cry, but you didn't listen, you little freak, now you going to learn that I own you, you little fucking bitch" His uncle's voice was drowned out by his screams, why was his uncle doing this to him. Time after time, his uncle pushed into him and pulled out, and time again did the warm liquid his uncle called food flooded him, and boy did not know what was happening.

Soon, his pain turned into pleasure, his mind was long gone, and all he knew was the warmth, and all he could feel was his uncle's warm hard thing, and all he could see was the white color of the bedding. He felt the pleasure, intensify, and soon it became too much. He spasmed.

"Ha-ha! Who would have thought? I guess you really are a bitch!" His uncle laughed. This continued, his uncle pounding into him for a while, and then it was over, and he was forced to dress and clean the house. For the rest of the week, his uncle forced himself upon him, and he became numb to it, and all the different things his uncle did to him. This was his punishment, and he this was is life now. When his Aunt and his cousin came back from their trip, things went back to normal, until his uncle started to send them out more and more, and soon, every day he had his body pumped with fluids. At least he wasn't hungry anymore.

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