Note: In the flashback of this story it gets a bit graphic. Please read at your own risk! Please note this story also contains sexual abuse.

Morning had broke and Harry awoke with the sound of Dudley running and jumping on the stairs. Every time Dudley done this dust fell down. Harry could barely move. He was sore and still in pain. His back was the worst of it. The burn on his arm was tender and still red. This wasn't the first time he had been abused by his aunt or uncle. Harry has been abused as long as he could remember. His aunt and uncle took things from him, not feeding him at times and they often spanked Harry across his bottom which left bruises and redness. All Harry wanted to do was just lay in bed and not budge. Unfortunately Aunt Petunia had something for Harry to do.

"Wake up boy, cook breakfast!" said Aunt Petunia.

"Yes ma'am." Harry said sadly.

Harry wasn't happy about getting up. He knew it was going to be a long day and a sore at that. Harry got dressed with the same clothes as he wore the day before. His shirt had a blood stain on it, but that was the only shirt his aunt and uncle had given him. They didn't even give him clean underwear. Harry knew complaining would lead to a beating. Harry walked to the bathroom to wash his face and use the toilet. The toilet was traumatizing for Harry. He doesn't remember it well but he refuses to stand and pee in the toilet.

Flashback

Harry was just three and a half when Uncle Vernon decided to potty train him. Uncle Vernon showed him how to use the toilet. It took quite a few attempts for Harry to understand.

"Harry, this is a toilet, you go pee and poop in it. You're getting way to big for diapers." said Uncle Vernon.

"But, I don't wanna." said Harry.

"You will use the toilet or you can sit in your own filth." said Uncle Vernon.

"Eh..there's no scary guys in there is there?" said Harry.

"No." said Uncle Vernon.

Harry stood in front of the toilet. The seat was up so he didn't pee on it. Harry pulled his pull up diaper down and leaned forward to aim. Harry peed in the toilet but when he finished Uncle Vernon slammed the toilet seat down. Harry began to cry.

"Oh shut up you damn cry baby!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon.

"Seat landed on wee wee." said Harry.

Ever since then Harry feared to stand in front of a toilet. He preferred to sit so that the toilet seat can't fall down and hit his penis. Harry walked in the bathroom and washed his face with his hands. The water was cold. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia refused to allow Harry to use hot water. After Harry had washed his face, he went to the toilet. He pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet seat. Most boys his age stood and peed but not Harry. That traumatizing event scarred him for life. After using the bathroom Harry pulled his pants up and washed his hands with the cold water. He then when to the kitchen where Aunt Petunia was waiting for him.

"Harry, cook the bacon!" said Aunt Petunia.

"Yes, ma'am." said Harry.

Harry walked over to the stove, while walking his Aunt Petunia placed her hand against Harry's penis. Harry backed away and was quite shocked of what just happened.

"A..A...aunt Petunia..? Why...Why did you just do that?" said Harry stuttering.

Aunt Petunia continued to grab Harry there in his private place. Harry tried to get his aunt to stop it but she kept on continuing to grab him there.

"Stop please!" Harry shouted as he tried to get away from his pedophile aunt.

"Get back here boy! Cook Dudley his breakfast!" demanded Aunt Petunia.

Harry ran out of the kitchen in fear and felt dirty inside. His aunt had never done that to him before. He felt violated. He went to his tiny room under the stairs and sat in the corner. He was sobbing hysterically. He can't believe what just happened. His mind was racing with questions and felt out of place and insecure of himself. What was Harry to do about what just happened? Should he tell his uncle? Harry thought and decided to not tell on his aunt. Harry knew if he did tell on his aunt, Uncle Vernon wouldn't believe him. He would just tell Harry it was all lies and that he is psychologically insane. Harry didn't know what else to do. Harry chose to keep this to himself as he hid his face into his knees.