Harry slowly trudged his way back to Gryffindor Tower. 'Some detention...' Harry thought, still trying to get what happened. 'Then again, you never know what'll happen in the Magic World. And now I have to tell him about-' Harry groaned, he'd have to tell his father about what happened at the Dursleys.

Suddenly, Harry heard footsteps. Harry stopped, leaned against the wall, drooped down, and curled into a ball. He hated footsteps, it reminded him of his uncle.

::Flashback::

A 5-year old Harry was doing the dishes, when one accidentally dropped from his soapy hands, and it crashed and broke into a hundred pieces. Harry gulped, he knew he was in deep trouble. "STUPID BOY!" Harry's 'uncle' yelled, "You're coming with me." And with that, he grabbed Harry by the neck and he took him into the extra bedroom, it was empty except for a peculiar bed, which had chains on both sides. Vernon threw Harry onto the bed, but Harry didn't say anything or yell because he'd been through this a million times.

First, Vernon grabbed Harry's hands and put them into the cuffs on the top of the bed, and then did the same to his ankles to the bottom of the bed. Then he ripped off all of Harry's cloths. Harry felt sweat beading his forehead as Vernon grabbed a long rough rope. He tied the rope around Harry's already bruised and bloody stomach, tied it into a very tight not, and then tied Harry to the bed, preventing Harry to even move an inch. Then he grabbed a pair of his old socks and stuffed them into Harry's mouth. After that, Vernon grabbed some heavy tape and stuck some on Harry's mouth.

The little boy couldn't take it, it was already hurting because Vernon had tied the restraints very tightly.

Harry couldn't take it, his eyes filled with tears, and they rolled down his cheeks and onto his bare chest. Vernon smiled sickly and reached under the bed and took out a rough, flexible, whip that had broken glass, sharp rocks and stones, and needles. Vernon lashed it for about 100 times across Harry's bare chest, legs, arms, he somehow got it to his back, and his face. Harry felt his body being infected from the germs, plus the blasting pain shooting throughout his young body.

Then, Vernon got a knife and stabbed Harry's upper left arm, and it went through. Blood soaked Harry's arm, the sheets, and some of Vernon's knife. That hurt like hell to Harry, and he screamed out, but all you could hear was a small muffle. Vernon reached into the hole and felt around, and pulled out Harry's bone, snapped it in half, and it became infected from being in the air. Vernon then slashed Harry's body everywhere, from head to foot. Then Vernon got some needles and stuck them everywhere in Harry's body. Then, Vernon did just about the most sick thing. He took the gag out of Harry's mouth and the tape, lowered his pants, climbed on top of Harry...Harry had been raped for the first time.

1 hour later

Finally, the sick bastard left the room, leaving Harry crying alone miserably. He heard the click of the locks on the door, and he heard Vernon leave the house. Harry looked over to his left arm, and his eyes grew when he saw the hole, and the bone and some of the muscle sticking out. Just looking at it made it hurt even more. Harry looked down to his chest and stomach. He saw some deep gashes, and it was bleeding freely. Some of his ribs were sticking out in awkward positions. Harry tried to break free of the chains, but they were on too tight. He tugged on them as hard as he could, but that didn't help much. As he was tugging on it, he felt the cuffs break into his skin, and some blood rolled out.

::End of Flashback::

Harry was still crouched there, listening to the footsteps. The person turned around and Harry saw him. It was Argus Filch, the caretaker at Hogwarts. "What're you doing here, Potter?" he said in a wheezy voice, but Harry didn't reply. "Answer me, Potter!" yelled Filch, and Harry flinched.

"P-please, leave me alone." Harry stuttered. He heard Filch say a spell, and ropes tied around Harry, and glued him to the spot. 'Filch must've used that Quickspell thing.' Harry reached for his wand, but found that it was gone. He looked up in shock, and saw Filch holding it. "You're not going anywhere, Potter, it's past your detention. I'm not letting you get away. I'll go get Professor Snape." "There will be no need for that, Filch." Said the Professor's cold voice, and Harry flinched at the voice.

"Professor Snape! Potter here was-" Filch started, but stopped when Severus gave him an icy glare, and Harry's father grabbed Harry's wand from Filch. "Leave, Filch." Said the Potions Master in a final voice, but Filch protested, "But-" "I'll take care of this! Go! Now!" And with that, Filch ran away, angry.

Severus leaned towards Harry, who flinched slightly, and he took out his wand, waved it, and the ropes disappeared, and Harry curled into a ball again. "Are you alright?" Severus asked in a gentle voice, and Harry nodded slightly. He was still a bit shaken. "Harry, we'll have to talk to the Headmaster tomorrow. So, you don't have to attend your classes tomorrow. Understand?" Severus told him, still using his unusually gentle voice. "Yes, s-sir."

"Harry, listen. You don't have to call me 'sir' or 'Professor' in private, ok?" Harry nodded, some part of him still not believing that the Head of Slytherin house was his father. "Go get some sleep now, son." Harry slowly got up and went back to the dormitories. Severus watched him go. 'This is going to be a long term...' Severus thought, and he went back to his private room.

How was that? I don't really know what to do next. Also, does anyone know how to remove a computer virus called Downloader.Trojan? It's driving me crazy, slowing my computer down. And please, I want more reviews! I'm working hard for this story! All I'm asking for is to you to review....or else.