Harry Potter and St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys:

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WARNING: mentions abuse and rape (not graphic)

Chapter Eight: Return to Hell

"Harry, you can't go back there!"

"What choice do I have Nick!"

"You could tell someone!" Nick cried exasperated, and worried.

"You don't think I tried that?!" Harry asked, incredulously.

"What, when, why didn't you tell me. What happened?"

"It just never came up. I was four, and was starting kindergarten; I walked into class with a black eye and broken nose. The teacher asked what happened, so I told her, she took me down to the Principal's office, and they phoned home. The Dursley's came into the school and denied it. They said that me and Dudley had gotten into a fight, and that Dudley hadn't really meant to hurt me, but he is so much bigger, and being older and all, it just happened. They were taking care of things at home, so that it wouldn't happen again. I was just mad at them for letting it happen, and didn't really mean it thought. I was sent home for the day, and when Vernon came home I was beaten so badly, that was the first time he used the belt. Things just got worse after, and when I went back to school the teacher had been fired. No one would listen to me after that, they all thought that I was just a troublemaker." Harry explained.

"Hmm, we'll figure something out. I won't leave you there for the whole summer. I can invite you over, but it won't be for the whole two months, but it's better than nothing." Nick said, wishing there was more he could do.

"Thanks Nick."

"You don't have to thank me. You shouldn't even be there in the first place Harry" Nick replied.

With that they both grabbed their stuff and headed down to the main office. Harry was just in time to see his Uncle pull up, saying goodbye to Nick he put his stuff away and they drove off.

"Listen Boy, Aunt Marge is staying with us for the summer. You are to do your chores, and then go to your cupboard. You will stay out of the way."

"Yes, Sir." As much as Harry hated Aunt Marge, he was glad that she was visiting it made it easier for him to disappear.

Reaching Private Drive, Harry put his stuff in the cupboard, and was given a list of chores by his aunt.

"They are to be finished in two weeks, after that you will go to your cupboard and stay there, you will be let out to cook, and do your business." Yes Aunt Petunia.

Harry got started, the list was long, and the house had not been kept up since his absence, but at least he had two weeks to do them. Finally the two weeks was up, and Aunt Marge was over. Harry was locked in his cupboard, he was happy with this it gave him time to do his school work, and practice magic, as well as meditation. He was glad that he would be in his cupboard, it meant that he would probably have less beatings, although he doubted that the rape would stop.

How right he was, Uncle Vernon still visited him nightly, and he had stopped crying, and begging, his Uncle liked it, and it just made him more excited. Harry couldn't wait to go to Nick's. Harry waited, and waited but Nick never called. Why wasn't he calling? He hoped that he was alright. Nick never went back on his promises. The beatings were infrequent, and shorter, he broke less bones, and got lots of time to practice. By now he could heal the bones as well as the welts on his back. He could also meditate, and had finished all of his schoolwork. Having nothing else to do harry practiced his magic, he could make light, float things, and do most of what his mom said were first year spells without a wand, or incantation. As far as summers went his could have been worse.

It was the last few weeks of summer, and Marge was leaving early, one of her dogs had puppies, and she wanted to go see them. So Harry was let out of the cupboard, and told that he was to do his chores and disappear. So it was that Harry found himself with some free time, he had figured out how to do magic, to make the clothes fold, and clean the dishes. He could also move stuff faster, and put stuff away. It was very draining, but it made the chores go by a lot faster. Harry headed outside, for the afternoon; he was going to the park.

"Hey freak, whatcha' doing aww look he's all alone." Dudley taunted him. This wasn't good, he couldn't fight back, Dudley would tell his parents, and he would be in for it. So he did the only thing he could do, he ran. He was lucky that Dudley was so fat, but other members o f his gang weren't and harry had to use every short cut he knew to avoid them, Panting he headed towards the library. Dudley wouldn't go in there. Finally he reached the doors and went inside. Harry was in heaven, there were so many books, he went over to the shelf that had fairytales, picked a book and sat down to read.

It was dark out when harry headed home, and the house was locked, so was the garage and shed. No matter, he had a lock pick on him. Picking the lock on the Garage he went inside, and went to sleep. The rest of the summer passed in the same manner. On a rare occasion Dudley would catch Harry and beat him, but he had the stuff that Nick had given him, and his magic. At least his Uncle was beating him less, seeing as he was not home nearly as often, and they rarely saw each other. The rapes were more infrequent too, but his was because harry spent more of his nights sleeping in the Garage. He purposely came home late, so he would be locked out. He had taken to bringing his backpack with him and putting some clothes in it to act as a pillow. He still had not heard from Nick, he didn't know why. Maybe Nick didn't want him around his family and, he was ashamed to be his friend. So the summer went by, without too many incidents, and it was time for Harry to go back to school. He loaded his stuff in the car and they drove to St. Brutus. Harry made his way to the office as his Uncle drove off.

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