WARNING: CHILD ABUSE, CUTTING, LANGUAGE, and hp/ss in later chaps.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and if I did Snape would have been my slave. (It's not like he isn't though!)
Du: Oh my god! This story was a spur of the moment thing but don't worry about 'The Death Beyond' I'm still working on that one too. Just want to see if anyone like's a little darker story.
-I can't believe it… you can multi task?
Du: Shut it Snape!
-Don't get a BF-
Du: Oh you've seen nothing of a bitch fit from me! If you really want to see me have a BF are you ready to see hell!
-Shit!-
Harry sighed; he was at the Dursley's, locked in Dudley's bed room, and completely bored. Not only that but in just a few minutes it was going to be time to blow out the candles. What luck! It was 11:47 and Harry was starring out the window. I wonder how everyone's doing. Oh wait! I wouldn't know because no one wrote me! Harry let out an exasperated sigh. What luck?
As time passed Harry still hadn't tore his gaze from the stars and when the clock stroke 12:00 he pouted and walked to the bed. "Happy birthday Harry" he whispered. Though his annoyance showed when he realized no one sent him a letter or anything for that matter. It was odd but being the Gryffindor he was he shrugged it off. No one really cared. I mean, no one actually cared for me. He knew he had friends but they had grown distant after Sirius death and that odd empty feeling never went away even when he had them. A while ago he decided not to care anymore, just go along and make sure everything was fine and dandy. Make sure Dumbledore thought him to be naive and not see the manipulative old man he really is. Make sure Remus doesn't smell him becoming distant and hateful. Make sure he sees Harry fine and unscarred. And for his friends…Just make sure you seem happy. They don't care and they don't see.
Harry whimpered as he climbed in bed, the Dursley's made sure he didn't forget his 'Birthday Beating' they called it. Harry sometimes hated his birthday for this, because beat him, whipped him, scarred him, till he was sore and unconscious and they didn't stop there, oh no, they didn't stop there; sometimes he was raped by his uncle too but thanked the lord that didn't happen to him today or rather yesterday.
Harry soon fell asleep on these painful thoughts, how miserable and broken he was, he didn't even realize as he slept a faint green glow covered his body as black cat ears popped from his head and a matching tail curled in between his legs, he didn't even realize the young women smiling in the corner. "Happy Birthday my broken little prince."
Du: So what do you think? Please review!
-Ihate you-
Du: Why is that slave? gives Snape evil glare
-nu...nothing!-
Du:Very good..