I don't own any of the characters.
R rating- Mentions of rape and violence. Possible sex scenes (Light) (M/M)
This is my first story. Please review. Soz if it's crap.
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Harry Potter lay on his bed, breathing heavily. Every breath was like a wave of fire coursing through his lungs. From the pain he deduced that his Uncle must have throttled him earlier. He was unable to remember the actions his uncle and cousin had done but could guess from the areas of his body where he felt the tell tale hints of something broken, bruised, burnt or cut. Although the members of the Dursley family were not known for their imagination, when it came to pain they had more of an imagination then the average wizards' Crucio.
Harry attempted to change position on the bed but found his wrists still shackled to the top bars. At this point Harry couldn't even feel any humiliation as he lay spread eagled and naked, covered in his own blood and the cum of his Uncle. Harry Potter had become a lifeless shell, all emotion beaten out of him by the people he was supposed to call family. All he could feel was the burning hatred towards their blood and beating hearts.
In two days he would escape, he would be seventeen and would leave his hell whether or not the order agreed to it. He would seek revenge to all those who had betrayed and done him wrong and he knew just the person who would help him. But first came the escape. He will escape his "home", his title as the chosen one and the war he did not wish to join. In just over 40 hours Harry would be free.
"Get up Boy. You have work to do"
Seventeen and this was how Harry started to celebrate his birthday. His Aunt carried on her irritating screeches through the door. She knew not to open it as she had already guessed that Harry's room would still show her the signs of Vernon's "birthday present" from the night before. Groaning at the screaming pain in his limbs and bottom, Harry rolled out of bed and made his way to the door.
Once entering the kitchen Harry set about cooking breakfast. No point seeking revenge on an empty stomach. Serving the Dursleys elephant sized portions of full British breakfast. Harry helped him self to some toast and bacon. Having eating his fair share without being noticed by Dudley or Vernon, who were too busy shoving beans and sausage down their throat, Harry snuck upstairs. He had only made it up half way before he heard Petunia start her screeching again.
"Boy, get back down here. How dare you eat our food. You don't deserve…"
Harry tuned his aunt out and dashed up the rest of the stairs. Locking himself inside the bathroom he started his plan. After the last year in the room of requirements practicing, Harry had perfected most of his wandless magic. He acciod his wand from wherever Vernon had hidden it. It arrived in a mere 20 seconds by crashing through the small bathroom window. Harry set to work healing his smaller wounds. His lack of knowledge for healing spells left the most critical damage unattended. Harry had to resort to the muggle way for many cuts, even having to put in a few stitches on himself.
Once finished Harry slowly left the bathroom door, knowing what to expect. A fist immediately connected with his face and he was slammed against the wall. The fist opened up and grabbed Harry's hair so the owner could wrench Harry's head back and slam it again into the wall. Harry's head continuously impacted with the wall until leaving a small dent in said wall. Harry was already struggling to stay conscious but knew it was of the upmost importance for his plan to carry out. His ears still ringing, Harry watched dazily as Vernon screamed incoherent words, no doubt insults and punishments, before throwing Harry down the stairs. During the fall Harry felt some bones crack, guessing a rib and leg, most likely only a fracture as he found he was still able to stand.
Once at the bottom of the stairs Harry saw his chance. Reaching for his wand, he pointed it at his uncle.
"Sectumsempra!"