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A/N:This chapter contains some pretty disturbing stuff such as graphic child abuse, child molestation and rape. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ I HAVE WARNED YOU SO DON'T BOTHER FLAMING ME I WON'T RESPOND. Also some cussing.
"Harry, if Alexander was put in your care...Where is he now?"
Harry glanced nervously at both his head of house and his new room mate and cleared his throat before forcing out a strangled laugh.
"At the Dursley's house. That fucking manipulating Headmaster of ours found out about him and refused to let him come. I was going to stay as well but he said that if i did...he would have Alexander taken away from me." Draco hesitantly placed his hand on top of Harry's smaller one and brushed his thumb across the top of it in an attempt at comforting the pale teenager.
"But surely that's better right? You can't look after him here, and you need to finish your schooling." Harry snorted in bitter amusement.
"Better? How is it better knowing that as i sit here learning how to wave a wand to make pretty designs on tea cups or staring at stars, my baby son will be sat in that hell-hole back in my old cupboard with barely anything to eat? Petunia, Vernon and Dudley all hate me and i was treated as vermin as a child by them and i know my son will be treated just the same. And i can't help him or else i will never see him again." Harry did not burst into tears again yet he felt the back of his throat tighten as he talked, almost choking him with emotion and his voice began to rise. "I know that my son will be sat there crying out for his mummy and his daddy and all he will get is Petunia fucking Dursley ignoring him! How can i live knowing that i am putting my baby through this torture?!" Severus stood up angrily and shook the small teenager by his shoulders.
"Are you STUPID child!!! You think that by killing yourself you will mak it better!? YOU'RE WRONG! All you will end up doing is leaving your child an orphan to grow up with those horrid people. Trust me Potter, we will bing that child to Hogwarts whether that old coot likes it or not!"
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"DAMMIT SHUT UP!!!" A screech was heard echoing from number 4 Privet Drive in the early hours of the morning, a sound not uncommon in the past few weeks. "VERNON! SHUT THAT DAMNED CHILD UP!!!"
A small toddler with messy black hair and blue eyes stood clad in a red t-shirt and blue dungarees infront of a fat balding man who was screaming at him and if you stood close enough you could have heard the small sobs the child was making and seen the hot tears that ran down his baby cheeks.
"Want Daddy!"
SLAP!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around the room and the little boy looked at the blond man in front of him in shock before his tears came even faster.
"You stupid child! Daddy isn't coming back because he's a freak and a layabout just like you! Now get in that cupboard now!" The toddler stumbled into the cupboard with a cry and pulled the torn blankets laying on the hard wooden floor over his tear streaked face. He rocked back and forth quietly trying to keep himself warm and wishing he had some food. His sobs turned to whimpers and eventually he fell asleep on the floor, only one word leaving his parched lips as he slipped into a restless sleep.
"Daddy..."
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"Now Harry, I want you to tell me exactly what we should expect to find when we get there. Okay? I want you to tell me all the mistreatment you can remember from your childhood." At Harry's panicked look the potions master held up a small vial of blue liquid. "This is a calming drought Harry, and it will help you tell us without getting too worked up. Drink it." Harry nodded shakily and he noticed that as he reached out to take the vial, tremors shook his hands as he tried to grip it. Severus shook his head and gently tipped the teenagers head back and poured the potion down his throat. Nothing happened for a few moments and Harry sat nervously wringing his hands before a wave of calm washed over him and he began to talk, his eyes glazed and his voice monotone as effects of the drought.
"I first remember when i was two years old..."
"NOOOOO!!! I-I- I sorry Uncle Vernon! I sorry! Please don't hurt me!" A sob escaped the tiny boy's lips as his uncle's hand came down hard on his tender buttocks, his wrists held in place at his back by a large meaty fist.
"You deserve this you freak! I will beat it out of you if its the last thing i do!" The fat man was almost bursting with ander by this time and he threw the toddler on the floor, not even flinching as he heard a crack as one of the boy's ribs cracked. He slowly took off his belt and smacked the boy hard with the belt buckle, whipping him with such power the toddler soon fell unconscious, blood seeping through his threadbare clothes.
"It got worse as i got older and soon i was doing all the chores of the house. I rarely went to school, only enough to keep the social services happy. Most of the time i was too battered to move. I was starved most of the time, only a small meal every couple of days and a glass of water every morning. I was kept in the cupboard under the stairs and humiliated when i wet myself after not leaving the room for days. The violence continued and it even got worse, beating me to the point of near death and i believe that had i been a muggle i would have died. It was only really my magic that saved me. Of course, the worst thing began to happen when i was eight years old.
"You in here, Boy? Get out now and follow me." The child looked up at his uncle with wide, fearful eyes, his body the size of a four year old instead of an eight year old. "NOW!" The fat man screamed, dragging the boy out by his thin arm. He pushed him up the stairs and into the main bedroom before glaring at the boy.
"Take your clothes off freak" Harry's eyes widened even more but as the glare intensified and his uncle raised a fist he hurriedly took off his thin blue t-shirt and jeans leaving him in only a pair of boxer shorts. His uncle's eyes gleamed wickedly. "All of it freak" He whispered evilly and the boy gulped as he slipped off the underwear. Vernon grunted and began to slowly remove his own clothes, fully aware that the boy was shaking in fear. He picked up the small child and set him on the bed before stroking his hand gently across his malnourished chest and further down, a manic smile on his face as he went lower and lower as the boys breath sped up in terrified pants...
"He would touch me everytime my aunt went out, he knew that this was too much even for her to handle. She approved of Vernon hitting me, but she never knew about the...other stuff. I can remember the day that i got my first Hogwarts letter, it only got worse after that."
"BOY! Get in here!" Harry scrambled up from his place in the bushes and brushed the soil from his torn clothes as he set down his gardening tools and hurriedly rushed back into the house. Standing in the living room was a tall, thin man with mousy brown hair and warm brown eyes who smiled down at him nicely. Harry smiled back hesitantly before turning towards his uncle.
"Y-Yes Uncle Vernon?" He spoke quietly, a slight stutter in his childish voice as he looked down at the floor, as he was taught on many occassions. "
"Harry, this man is Louis and i want you to be a good boy for him whilst me and Petunia take Dudley to the Zoo. Do you understand? you must do everything that he tells you." Harry nodded, still looking at the floor. He saw Uncle Vernon move away and heard a door slam, a sign that the Dursey's were gone for the day. The man, Louis, knelt down beside the boy and smiled up at him.
"Hello Harry, could you please show me where the bathroom is?" Harry nodded and lead the man upstairs and cried out in surprise and fear as the man slammed him up against the bathroom wall, still smiling gently.
"Remove your clothes." The smile was still plastered onto his face yet his voice was harsher than before and Harry gulped before removing his clothes, his breath speeding up. This was wrong, this man was just like Uncle Vernon. He whimpered as he was thrown to the floor and almost cried as the man turned him over, having already removed his own clothes, before pain engulfed his whole body and everything went black.
"And i just know, if we don't get my little boy out of there soon, he will suffer just as i have." There was a long silence before Draco and Severus stood up and administered the antidote to the drought and pulling the smaller teen out of the door they set out to return one little boy to his father.
