My Salvation
SUMMARY: Begins summer after OOTP. Harry has been beaten and abused by Vernon Dursley for as long as he can remember, but the one thought that had kept him going, his one true wish is about to come true... Are those really his parents and godfather!? Warning: Rape, Abuse, Plot twists! (Better than it seems! I swear!)
AUTHORS NOTE: I was reading some fanfictions when this story hit me! As you can probably tell by the summary I'm going to bring James, Lily, and Sirius back and ready for revenge on those that had hurt Harry! But the Walrus... erm, sorry Vernon Dursley wont be the only one who will feel their horrible wrath! But you'll just have to wait and see!
Aren't I evil? ^w^ *!~
DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned Harry Potter! J.K. Rowling is a lucky woman indeed!
CHAPTER 1: The Hell That I Call Home
Harry forced his tired and weary body to work faster as he attempted to get through the last of his insanely long list of chores that his whale of an uncle, Vernon Dursley, had given him for the day.
Usually his Aunt Petunia would help him whenever it was possible, but ever since Uncle Vernon had walked in on her helping him the other day (a 'horrific act' that resulted in a beating for them both), she too had been given a list of chores to have finished upon his return.
Right now Aunt Petunia was downstairs scrubbing dishes in the kitchen. Harry hated himself for letting her help him the other day. Because of him she had gotten a black eye and a split lip.
Of course this was nowhere near as bad as Harry's beating had been but still. She should have never gotten hurt.
Harry was just about to start on his last chore of the day (changing the sheets on the beds) when he heard something that made his blood run cold...
A car pulled into the drive...
The car door slammed shut...
Uncle Vernon was home... Early...
And Harry wasn't done with his chores...
"BOY!" Vernon Dursley bellowed as he slammed his front door shut. He was NOT happy, not even close.
"BOY! Get down here NOW!" He yelled when the ungrateful little freak didn't show up in front of him instantly.
Just as he was about to go looking for the little freak, said freak scrambled quickly down the stairs, a half-folded sheet in his hands.
Good, he had almost been done with his chores. Petunia could finish the bedding instead...
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" The ungrateful parasite asked as he finally stood in front of him.
Vernon was seething, it was all this little freaks fault that Grunnings had deducted his pay along with all the others'. Downsizing hah! No it was this little freaks fault and he would make him pay for it.
The more that Vernon looked at him the more that Vernon saw red...
Harry was growing more and more frightened as he stood there in front of his uncle. From the look on his uncles face Harry could tell that he was in for a beating... A bad one.
Maybe Harry could keep his uncle from hurting Aunt Petunia today too. He had enough experience to know how to keep his uncles undivided attention on him alone. And he would more than happily do it too.
As far as Harry was concerned it was all his fault -that had been drilled into his head for as long as he could remember- it was his fault. No matter what it was. It was always better to admit that he had done whatever it was rather than than deny it, the beatings were easier that way.
Suddenly Harry was sent flying across the room as Vernon's foot rammed into his stomach, breaking two more of his ribs and sending his flying into the wall, knocking the breath out of him.
As he crumpled down to the ground Harry desperately gasped for air as stars broke out across his vision. As he was distracted with the now taxing efforts to breathe Harry missed his uncles next blow...
Vernon continued to rain blows down on his small nephew, making his body ache in agony but also feel... numb. As if his body had stopped remembering to feel the pain that accompanied his uncles blows.
His vision became blurred and Harry didn't realise when Vernon walked away and into the kitchen, he didn't process Aunt Petunias screams or the fact that no sounds of violence accompanied them.
Harry was floating in blissful oblivion, he liked it here. Here there was no pain, no fear, no Voldemort. Here he wasn't 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' or even Harry Potter. Here he was Harry... Just Harry. And he never wanted to leave...
When Vernon realised that the freak wasn't responding he was furious. How dare the little freak pass out during his punishment?
Well, Vernon Dursley wasn't going to have that!
He turned away from his unconscious nephew and walked into the kitchen where he was greeted with his wifes pleas.
"Please Vernon! Please don't! I'll do better I swear! I'll do anything just please don't!" She shrieked as she cowered in the farthest corner of the kitchen from him.
Ah! How he loved the terror in her voice, her pleas for mercy!
But for now he ignored her and instead went over to the tap and grabbed the bucket (that was still a fourth full of the harsh cleaning chemicals Petunia and the boy used to clean the floors, perfect!) and put it under the scalding hot water of the tap filling it near the brim before he carried it back to his freak of a nephew.
Grinning in malicious satisfaction Vernon then dumped the contents of the bucket onto his nephews small unconscious form, congratulating himself and getting a satisfied feeling as the freak began to writhe and scream on the ground when the chemicals entered into his wounds.
Harry was pulled abruptly from the sweet darkness as his body started to burn.
As he writhed on the floor screaming in agony a small voice in the back of his mind couldn't help but wonder if his uncle had set him on fire.
When he was just about to conclude that he had indeed been set on fire a familiar smell finally registered, Aunt Petunias cleaning chemicals!
'Uncle Vernon must have dumped the cleaning bucket on me!' he thought to himself.
When finally the burning died down a little to an almost bearable level he looked up to see his uncles malicious grin, his beating wasn't over but his uncle had been sated for the time being and Harry now had a small reprieve.
Harry knew what was going to happen next and even as unconsciousness began to overtake him again he repeated it to himself...
His uncle would kick him once more just to rub in how utterly vulnerable he was, then he would drag Harry up the stairs making sure that he was as uncomfortable for him as possible, then he would be thrown into his room in a bloody heap on the floor, his uncle would then lock the door before going downstairs to watch the telly until Dudley came home.
Then the real torment would begin...
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Harry was once again woken up as he heard the locks on his door being unlocked, he knew what was about to happen and a sence of dread filled him.
Uncle Vernon liked to call this his and Dudley's 'Father and Son Bonding Time'. Dudley liked to call it 'Having Fun'. Harry just called it 'Hell'.
It used to just be Uncle Vernon who did this to him, back before Harry even knew what Hogwarts was... Dudley had only started joining him this past summer... walking in his fathers footsteps.
Harry pulled himself back out of his thoughts as his door opened...
[WARNING: THIS SCENE CONTAINS DETAILED ACCOUNTS OF RAPE! PLEASE SKIP THIS IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE READING IT!]
Harry looked up as his uncle and cousin entered into the room and he desperately began to gather what was left of his energy to attempt to defend himself... He was NOT going to just lay there and take it!
Forcing himself to stand on shaky legs Harry desperately screamed for help in his head, why was it always him? Why did they have to degrade him in such a way? Make him feel filthy?
As they stalked forward, both with malicious grins on their faces, Harry weakly raised his arms to try to defend them off but his body was moving too slow.
Before he knew what had happened Dudley had gutt punched him and had thrown him onto his tiny bed that had been bolted down in the center of his room last summer...
Soon Harry had been forced into an all too horrifyingly familiar position...
His bum was hanging off of one end of his bed and his head was hanging off of the other, the perfect position for both Dursley males to have easy access to Harry's... entrances.
Harry squeezed his eyes shut and attempted tp bury his face in the flimsy mattress as he heard the sound of zippers being unzipped and clothing falling to the ground. At the feel as his own clothes were ripped off of him leaving him naked and feeling as vulnerable as ever.
When Dudley noticed what Harry was doing he ferociously pulled Harry's hair so that his head lifted off of the mattress before back handing his small cousin so hard that stars began to dance across Harry's vision.
Letting out a chuckle Vernon complimented his son on how he had manhandled his cousin.
"That's my Dudley... Ready for some fun son?"
'Here it comes...' Harry thought to himself miserably.
Placing himself in front of Harry, Dudley yet again yanked his head back so that Harry was forced to look straight at his cousins disgusting prick.
"Suck it you little slut!" Dudley snarled at him, tightening his fist that was still in Harry's hair.
Harry complied with the order feeling disgusted at himself for doing so... All the while thoughts of biting down on Dudley's prick ran through his mind only to be viciously beaten down.
It would be so much worse if he did bite Dudley, he had tried once and had sincerely regretted it... It had resulted in the worst beating of his life and Dudley's prick was sore and he didn't want to miss out on any of the 'fun' he had instead raped Harry with one of Aunt Petunia's glass figurines.
That figurine had eventually shattered inside of Harry because of the force that Dudley had rammed it inside of him. That experience had been so horribly painful that Harry hadn't thought back against them at all for a month...
As Harry continued to suck Dudley's disgusting prick he waited for his uncle to enter him as well but it never came... Harry began to hope that he wouldn't...
Just then Dudley stiffened and thrusted into Harry's mouth nearly choking him before he released in the back of Harry's throat.
As Harry was forced to swallow his cousins cum he felt a hot sticky liquid cover his back and bum. His bastard of an uncle had masturbated to the sight of his son raping his nephew.
Harry waited and hoped beyond hope that that was all he would have to endure, that it was over. He nearly believed it too... until he felt the head of his uncles prick at his entrance...
Dudley forced himself back into Harry's mouth mere moments before Vernon rammed his thick prick inside of Harry.
Screaming in agony around his cousins prick Harry couldn't hold back the tears that had been threatening to fall any more... Tears of pain, sorrow, agony and humiliation began to cascade down his face as with a well-practiced ease Vernon and Dudley set a rhythm with which they raped poor Harry...
Dudley would pull back as Vernon would ram into him and so on and on and on.
Harry was in pure agony the whole time and tears continued to stream down his face as he was first forced to suck his cousins prick and then his uncle as they traded placed.
Finally... Finally... it was over and they left poor Harry to wallow in his misery.
Harry was grateful when unconsciousness began to yet again take over him for the moment... allowing him to forget that he had just been raped and abused... allowing him to forget that he was covered from head to toe with his own blood and his relatives semen... allowing him to forget that he was Harry Potter, if only for a little while...
[END RAPE SCENE!]
Harry desperately attempted to go back into his sweet oblivion as he was dragged towards a dull, muted light.
"No! No! Not another vision please!" Harry begged, he was exhausted and quite frankly he wasn't sure that he could survive another beating today which was an inevitability if he woke up screaming like he always did when he had one of these visions.
As he was drawn closer and closer to the light he could feel his scar burning and ache as if it would split open any moment.
Great, why can't Voldemort just take a day off?
As the light engulfed him he became aware that he was in a muggle living room along with Voldemort, five Death Eaters and a poor young muggle couple.
The young couples were crumpled on the floor screaming in agony as they were subjected to the cruciatis curse.
Harry had long since learned that no matter what he did in these visions he could never help Voldemorts victims...
But that didn't stop him from trying!
As Harry watched Voldemort torturing these innocent muggles, literally feeling their pain as every curse Voldemort cast on them was inflicted on him as well, he attempted to comfort him, curse the Death Eaters and Voldemort as well as desperately trying to end the vision.
Harry was forced to watch as this young muggle couple were slowly driven into madness just for the simple fact that Voldemort was bored...
Finally... Thankfully he was released from the vision moments before Voldemort cast the killing curse and put them out of their misery...
Jerking awake Harry was filled with shock and happiness at the fact that for once, he hadn't woken up screaming.
Almost instantly however his happiness drained as he remembered what had just happened and his body was wracked with heartbroken sobs for the young muggle couple.
Yet again, Harry Potter the 'Boy-Who-Lived' cried himself to sleep. Just before the blissfullness of unconsciousness overcame him yet again one last thought passed through his mind...
"I wish I had a real family... Real people who love me..."
Meanwhile... Deep in the Ministry of Magic, inside the Department of Mysteries... A veil that is known only for its ability to bring death began to glow...
~*!END OF CHAPTER 1!*~
AUTHORS NOTE: Ooh! Cliffhanger! Sorry guys but I just had to do it, I couldn't resist!
The next chapter will be a little short but don't worry it's still good! And don't worry, I'll update both of my stories soon! I already have a good start on chapter 8 of my other fic, 'At The Amusement Park'!
Oh and I have a question: Whenever I read a Dursley Abuse fic I'm always tempted to hit the 'Report Abuse' button so I can help Harry! Don't worry I always catch myself in time! But, does anyone else do that?