Title: Finding Family

Pairings: Harry/Tyler (OMC) Sirius/Remus James/Lily

Warnings: Slash, non-con, child abuse, eventual twincest (let me know if I've missed anything)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters, and no money is being made

AN: Hello! I hope everyone's week has been good. Just a warning that this chapter gets graphic, so please read the warnings! I'd love to hear what you think so far!

Chapter 3: Life at the Dursleys

Four and a half years had passed since that fateful Halloween night and it was the summer just after the boys had turned six. A warm summer's breeze blew, doing nothing to help against the summer heat. For the residents of Privet Drive, it was one of the warmer summers. However with it came the growth of beautiful sweet smelling flowers that attracted brightly colored butterflies that flitted around the various gardens, bringing color and delight to most of the residents.

It was in one of these gardens that a young boy with messy black hair worked pulling weeds. Sweat ran down his neck, and he constantly licked his lips, trying to stop them from cracking. Forced to wear shirts to cover the welts on his backs, the small child was suffering. He was not the only one in the yard though. A slightly obese man lay sprawled on a lawn chair, a fan beside him keeping him and his son cool. His son, a mean looking boy who took after his father in the weight aspect was busy trying to catch and pull the wings off the butterflies, however he was too lazy and hot to venture far from the fan, so luckily the butterflies had remained safe so far.

"VERNON!" Came a shrill cry from inside the house. The door back door was soon thrown open to reveal a skinny horse like woman. "There's a man at the door for you". The man grumbled, but stood up and made his way through the house.

"Duddykins, do you want something cold to drink? Is my ickle Dudley OK in this heat? Do you need another fan brought out?" The woman known as Petunia Dursley asked her son.

"Yes. And I want something to eat" the boy whined. Aunt Petunia merely smiled and patted her son's head.

"My little Dudley, so grown up" she sighed fondly as she made her way back into the kitchen. There, she made her way past another little boy who looked similar to the boy currently gardening. This one had startling green eyes and wavy black hair that reached his shoulders, framing a delicate face that had remained pale. For a boy, he was extremely beautiful and often got mistaken for a girl, especially with his short stature and thin body. He was standing on a stool (however even with the stool he barely reached the sink), washing dishes, being extra careful not to drop anything.

"Are you quite done? It's been long enough. If you aren't done in 10 minutes, no dinner and a lashing" She snarled at him. Hadrian looked at the mountain of dishes left and turned his pleading eyes to his aunt.

"But I haven't eaten in two days. Please Aunt Petunia, just the lashing". He whispered, making sure he wasn't too loud and would annoy his aunt. Petunia just stared at him for a moment, surprised Harry had talked, before raising her arm and backhanding the small boy across his face.

"Very well, but don't expect this to happen again. You're lucky I'm in a good mood". Harry placed a trembling hand on his cheek but thanked his aunt before turning back to the task at hand. He hated talking, and it was on a rare occasion that he did. However the need for food outweighed his desire to not talk. Petunia proceeded to bring Dudley his snack and bring the other Potter boy in.

"Boy! Get up! Go help your brother make dinner" She yelled at Tyler before fussing over her son. Tyler jumped up and hurried inside, quick to follow instructions. At six, he still looked like a replica of his father, his hazel eyes still bright and his short but messy hair still untamable. Unlike his brother, he was stocky and very athletic. He hadn't outgrown his boisterousness, and it often got him in trouble with his relatives. However Dudley had learned not to mess with him, and that was at least one relief. The biggest thing that hadn't changed, no matter what, was the closeness between the brothers. Tyler still spoke for his brother most of the time, and tried his best to stop his brother from being hurt. Unfortunately, their Uncle had taken a particular liking to hurting Harry, and regardless of his brother's efforts, he still got the majority of the punishments. Usually not as physical in nature, the majority of time starvation was employed. However this did nothing to help his girlish looks and thin body which Harry often mourned in secret.

Tyler smiled at his brother as he saw him washing dishes. Whispering a hello to Harry, he stroked his brother's hair quickly before pulling out food and starting on the Dursley's dinner.

Twins were a rare occurrence in the magical world, and when they were born, it was cause for rejoice. Not only were twins more magically powerful, but also shared a connection. This connection included a mental link which tied them together. It was this connection that Tyler and Hadrian often utilized. It was the reason Harry rarely had to talk and it kept them from going crazy when they were locked in separate rooms, or when Petunia went away with Dudley on their monthly trip and they took Tyler so he could cook for them.

"Are you alright" Tyler mentally asked his brother. He could see a red mark on Harry's cheek and was worried. Harry gave him a quick smile before continuing with the diminishing pile of dishes.

"I'm most likely getting a lashing tonight, but at least I get dinner" Harry answered. Tyler's face became stormy with emotions.

"What happened?" Tyler demanded. Not looking away from his task, Harry responded. "I'm to have these dishes done in 2 more minutes, which is impossible. It's alright though. Uncle won't be too hard on me tonight. You, Aunt, and Dudley are going on your trip soon, so he'll want me in decent condition for that" Tyler clenched his fists. He hated leaving his brother alone with that horrible man. Tyler never called him Uncle and refused too. Trying to get Harry to stop calling Vernon uncle was a losing battle though. Harry was too kind and forgiving and wanted to give their relatives both respect, but also a chance to see their wrongdoing and eventually change their ways.

Hadrian, despite his naiveté, was actually an extremely smart child. With an eidetic memory, nothing was ever forgotten, and even though he wasn't allowed to go to school (even though his brother was) he still was proficient in reading, writing, and many other subjects and soaked up knowledge like a sponge. Tyler was also an intelligent boy, just not quite as smart as his brother. But he was fine with this because he knew his brother would never be able to succeed if it wasn't for his amazing gift.

It was at that moment that Petunia walked in with Dudley. She took one look at the sink, saw there were still dishes, smiled maliciously, then left the boys to their work and went upstairs with Dudley. Sighing angrily, Tyler chopped vegetable chaotically, not caring that he would likely be punished as well.

Soon dinner was ready and Harry and Tyler served the food to the Dursleys, before grabbing a small plate for themselves and proceeding to their room. The cupboard under the stairs was a small, cramped space that was barely big enough for one person, let along two growing boys. It was lucky in some ways that Harry remained short, otherwise they would surely be in trouble. Huddling close together, they ate half the food, before wrapping the rest in stolen parchment paper and hiding it in a far corner of the cupboard where no one but them would be able to find it.

Harry cuddled into his brothers' chest, breathing deeply the earthy smell of Tyler. Taking comfort in the soft white and silver warm light that surrounded his brother, he relaxed and tried not to think about what was to come. Ever since he could remember, he had seen these lights around people. He was not sure exactly what they meant, but he had realized early on that different colors represented different intentions. Tyler was always white, Uncle was often clouded red or a dark pink, Aunt a cloudy green, and Dudley a dark pink. He knew to avoid someone when they were cloudy red because generally it meant he was about to get hurt.

Cloudy red suddenly filled his vision as the cupboard door was wrenched open and Uncle Vernon stood menacingly in the frame. He reached in and pulled Harry out by the scruff of his too large shirt. Tyler jumped up quickly, trying to follow, only to have the door slammed and locked in his face. He shouted and hit the door in anger and frustration.

"Boy, if you don't stop that shouting and pounding then it'll be worse for your brother here" came the gruff voice of Vernon Dursley. Tyler immediately stopped, turning around angrily and throwing himself face down on the bloodstained mattress he and Hadrian shared.

Outside the cupboard, trembling in his Uncle's grip, Harry remained silent, know that any sound only provoked his Uncle more. He was dragged to the extra bedroom upstairs where punishments always occurred. It also housed Dudley's broken toys, along with a dusty bed.

"Assume the position" Uncle Vernon ordered as he undid his belt. Harry shakily pulled off his shirt and turned his back to his uncle, placing his hands against the wall. His small body shook, and he kept his head down to show subservience as so not anger his Uncle further.

"You're lucky me and your aunt are in a good mood tonight. Only ten lashes tonight". Even though Harry couldn't see his Uncle, he could hear the smirk and pleasure in his voice. Usually the twins only received about five. Uncle must be angry about something. With a whoosh, the first connected with Hadrian's back.

"O-one, thank you Uncle" Harry whispered. This was part of a lashing. They had to count and thank their Uncle after each strike. Harry wasn't completely sure why, but he thought it was so he and Tyler would eventually be grateful for this punishment as it would "fix their freakishness". Both he and his brother thought this was a load of horse dung. They would never be grateful. Harry continued to count until finally the belt was brought down for the last time.

"T-t-t-t-ten, thank you Uncle" Harry gasped out. His back was a bloodied mess, and his body ached. Uncle led him to the bathroom, where he stuck him under cold water in the shower for a moment, before dragging him back downstairs and throwing him back in the cupboard, shirt clutched in his hand and trousers still damp from the water.

"Harry!" Tyler exclaimed and scrambled off the mattress so that Hadrian could lay down and he could clean his brother's back. Using an old rag and a small bucket of water, Tyler gently washed the wounds, whispering encouragement and praise to his shaking brother. After he had finished, Tyler laid next to his brother and wrapped him in his arms, being careful about Harry's back. They both fell asleep not long after, allowing dreams to provide a temporary relief from the horror of their lives.

~~~~Cut~~~~

Even though the lives the twins led was riddled with hardships, it was during Petunia and Dudley's monthly trip that things took a turn for the worse. Vernon Dursley was a large and powerful man. He was also extremely attracted to his nephew Harry. The first time he had seen the child, he had thought Harry was a girl. He was disgusted by the girlishness and had avoided his nephew for a long time. However when the boy turned six, Vernon could no longer hold off the attraction that had been developing. Ever since he was a teenager, he had been attracted to young boys. He had tasted his first young boy when he was twenty the night before he married Petunia and often mourned he wasn't able to explore more. When Dudley had been born, he thought himself cured, for he had never been attracted to his son.

Harry however was a different story. Long lashes framed hypnotizing emerald eyes. A small pert nose and full red lips that held a pouty quality and seemed to beg to be fucked. The long hair that was the perfect length to hold onto. Vernon was already shuddering in desire. Petunia was a very unattractive woman and he had been hesitant to marry her because of it, however he had come out on top in the end. He had gotten Harry. And soon he would be able to put the boy to use.

It had taken very careful planning, and been years in the making. Vernon was the one to suggest Dudley and Petunia go on monthly trips so they had more time to bond. He had also suggested Tyler go with so that Dudley would have someone to play with, but also so that the boy could do chores. The years passed and finally his plan was coming to fruition.

"Goodbye pet, have a wonderful weekend with Dudums" Vernon said as he kissed his wife goodbye. Dudley was already in the car along with Tyler, who was staring out the window at Harry who was holding the door open.

Petunia turned away, and Vernon motioned for the door to be closed. Hadrian quickly responded and shut and locked the door.

"Looks like we have the house all to ourselves again boy" Vernon casually stated. He watched as the boy quickly glanced up at him, then put his head back down with his hands clasped behind his back waiting for an order. Vernon grinned. The boy had been taught well, that was for sure. And the lack of sound Harry produced was only more of a turn on. Tyler was annoying and loud, but Harry, Harry was perfect for his needs.

"I've decided that I want us to watch some videos together". The beautiful eyes snapped up in confusion. "Yes yes. I've decided I want us to start making these weekends special. Come boy". Harry followed his uncle into the family room where his Uncle slipped in a VHS tape and then motioned for Harry to sit next to him. Hesitantly, Harry complied. Vernon grinned. Turning on the T.V. he kept his gaze on Hadrian. He wanted to see how the boy reacted to the content. Harry was smart. He knew that much. However he was also very innocent. And boy was he going to use that.

The video started with a young boy giving a blow job to an older man. When Harry saw this, he tilted his head in confusion. He didn't understand. Tyler had always told him that no one was supposed to touch his private parts, and he wasn't supposed to touch anyone else's. So what was going on? He shot a glance at Uncle, only to see black outlined in pink surrounding the man. Never had he seen these colors before and they confused him further.

"That's what you will do to me Harry. It's our own bonding that will stay just between the two of us. Do you understand? If you tell anyone else, including that brother of yours, then I'll beat him so bad he will never be able to walk again". Harry's eyes widened in horror and frantically shook his head, letting Uncle know that he would keep this a secret. He didn't understand why it had to be, but he would do anything to protect his brother.

"That's a good boy Harry". Vernon paused the video and then pushed Harry to the ground so he was kneeling in front of him, eyes at the level of Vernon's clothed cock. Just seeing Harry in front of him like this was extremely arousing, and he was already growing hard. Vernon fumbled with the button and zipper of his trousers before pulling them down and releasing his pulsing cock. Stroking it, he used his free hand to grab on to Harry's hands and lead them to his prick. The boy picked up quickly and was soon using both hands to squeeze and stroke the cock. But Vernon wanted more.

"Harry, it's time to do what you saw in the video. You know how the boy used his mouth? That's what I want you to try. If you do it correctly, then I won't beat your brother for two weeks". Harry's gasped and a determined look crossed his face. He was amazed with how long and thick his Uncle's privates were. His own were so small in comparison. Harry didn't understand the point of this, but if it would keep his brother from lashings for two weeks then he would do it. Scooting closer, he took a tentative lick, tasting the bead of water that had come out of his Uncle's privates. He made a face. It didn't taste very good. However with his brother in mind, he reset his determination and took the tip in his mouth. He looked up at his Uncle, not knowing what to do next.

"Suck and bob your head up and down" Uncle instructed breathily. Harry nodded and did as his Uncle instructed, using his hands for what his mouth couldn't reach. It was messy and gross, but Harry just wrinkled his little nose and kept going. For Tyler he kept repeating. Then something happened. Something flooded into his mouth. He choked and pulled back, trying to get it out of his mouth. However Uncle hissed "No" and then placed his hand over Harry's mouth to make him swallow. Harry swallowed the disgusting substance down.

"For a first time well done boy. We'll keep working on it but I will keep my promise and not beat your brother for two weeks". Harry's face lit up and he smiled brightly at his Uncle.

The rest of the weekend passed similarly. And whenever Petunia and Dudley took their monthly trips, Harry would perform for his Uncle. It never moved passed blowjobs though, and as he grew older and his brother told him about the health classes he had taken, Harry continued to keep his secret and feel grateful it never went further. Though as he learned more from his brother about how wrong it was for an adult and a child to have "sex" as his brother told him, he would forever feel tainted.

And so the boys grew. It was only four years later that their lives took another turn. That was the year they received their Hogwarts letter.