SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT
Summary: …An help arrives, too bad it's a little too late. AU, slash, creature fic.
Warnings: Rape, Torture, Male Preg!, Forced child labor/child trafficking/child slavery, broken mind, Creatures...I think that's all.
Chapter One: There Might Have Been Something Wicked Coming His Way…
The spring of 1996 dawned with the putrid smell of ash, decay and fresh Texas tea…oil.
The downfall would be a child smoking his first cigarette just a little to close to the pipeline…and poor upkeep after building lead to a fire so intense that it nearly reached the unders of London. Grunnings Drills, not yet a top dog company, was held responsible and rightly so. The company fell bankrupt by the beginning of summer and finally closed its doors with a week into July.
Some of the top dogs in the company were well off while the manual labor workers moved to other companies. The middlemen, like Vernon Dursley, were stuck in a rut so to speak. Dipping into saving, retirement and schooling funds for Dudley left things a little bleak at the Dursley household and lead to Petunia taking a evening job at a local diner. It became the talk of the neighborhood.
Vernon was in piss poor shape at finding another job and down on his luck he made his way to a shabby little bar on the outskirts of Surrey. It seemed like luck would be taking the front seat once more because it just so happen that there was a man so shit faced he was boasting over his latest venture. Normally Vernon wouldn't be caught dead in such a sleazy place but with lack of funds one must find a way to get their jollies some place, no?
"Ye see I got dat li' blighter out of me house!" the man slurred, shit eyes glassy as he sported a near toothless grin.
"Yeah john-don, how ya do manage?" a nameless friend asked.
John-don leaned into his friend as if to whisper, but rather shouted, "Sold 'em to dat baccy field down da road. Best five thousand euro I've ever made!"
"it's the only euro you've 'ver made!" the nameless man cried while there were hoops, cheers an laughter at his words.
Five Thousand Euros! Vernon knew he could make them stretch out over the next year along with his pet's income and if they sold the house they could still afford his Dudders schooling and boxing! If the queen sat on her royal ass all day then so could he and he would make money doing it, he had a storage house full of old war guns and nick nacks he could sell on his Dudders funny box…the computer!
Yes..yes.. Things were looking up in the summer of 1996.
During mid bite into his mashed potatoes Harry stopped an looked into three sets of eyes. Eyes widening behind his specks he slowly placed the spoonful of mashed taters on his tongue. Closing his mouth butter and cream exploded onto his taste buds. If there was one thing that he could make well it was always potato anything: mashed, fried or baked he could cook it. He watched as Dudley made a move to spoon some into his mouth when his Aunt Petunia screeched something at Vernon while knocking Dudley's hand into his Smeltings uniform, smearing potatoes everywhere. Her, Dudley and Harry grimaced at the stain. Odd though, since Petunia left the laundry up to Harry now since she had a job.
Taking another bite Harry paused mid chew as he felt…he couldn't even describe the feeling other than outer body: a meat suit or the people snatchers.
He heard a loud bonging noise that he might have later realized was his own head slamming into his bowl of stew and potatoes with enough force to send what wasn't blocked by his face into the wall behind him. An before the darkness too him he would remember that no one had taken not a single bite of their potatoes.
Well shit!
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