Harry Potter's left to suffer the Dursley's ferocious of abuse. What if Vernon decides to step it up a notch? What if Harry likes it? After years and years of hurt, Harry Potter finally broke on his 8th Birthday, after a sexual assault from Vernon , becoming a deranged pet/slut for Vernon. How will Harry react to him leaving Vernon for Hogwarts? How will Vernon react when his pet is supposed to leave him? Where did Petunia suddenly go? Who is Sapphira Dursley?I Harry in Gryffindor or Slytherin?

This story does not belongs to me, it belongs to Lobiela who wrote this story on Wattpad. Iiked this story so much that I decided to share it with other sas she only wrote it in Wattpad.

Harry's P.O.V Age 9 7/12 months

I was looking at a snake scale that was very large, a piece of torn old cloak and a feather. The wand guy looked awed though. "A phoenix feather, a basalis scale and a strip from a dementors cloak; incredible. But you can only choose two, one has to go." I immediately knew which ones I wanted, picking up the item I had not wanted I tossed it back into the box, the feather fell slowly.

"I'm innocent on the outside, and I'm dark on the inside." I turned my head to look at him. He was cringing slightly. I walked over to the paper, carefully looking over the designs before choosing a Belladonna vined handle. The wand is relatively firm though still leaves room to bend; a Dark Arts wand. Perfect for what I plan to do. He passes me a potion, claiming it'll take off the trace I have to allow me to do magic in peace, I drank it quickly. I pay before leaving, wondering further down Knockturn ally. I came across a shifty looking man, eyeing a young man dressed in practically nothing. A prostitute, I grin. I walk over to the man before tapping his side, as I can't reach his shoulder. He turned towards me, His eyes sparkling in lust.

"Are you lost kid?" I grinned, shaking my head.

"No, I was just wondering when you'll go over there and fuck him, or was it a blowjob you were looking for?" He looked shocked before glancing around.

"Why? You offering?" I nodded, still smiling.

"I don't do sex yet, my virginity has someone's name on it, but I'll give you that blowjob. How much were you gonna pay for him?"

"15 sickles, I'll give you a galleon though, if you suck my cock." I shrugged before nodding; he dragged me into a dark part of the alleyway. I reach for his robes, quickly locating and pulling out his cock. I began to suck the head, my tongue running up and down the slit. He groaned pulling my head tighter to his cock, forcing my mouth to take more of him into my throat. I pulled back, he, confused and frustrated, glared at me.

"This isn't going to work if you attempt to take charge. You want a blowjob right? Let me do it my way, I ain't no one cum wonder boy. I'm one mind fucking orgasm kind of guy. Be patient or I'll tie you up." I could see the lust sparking before shrugging; his hands were immediately thrown back, his wrist connected to the wall. I smirk while he gives me a wide eye look before resuming, bringing him to the brink of orgasm before retreating, I slowly began to deep throat him, moving faster as my hand went down to fondle his balls. He was groaning none stop, attempting to fuck my mouth. Not before long he came. I still kept going my finger leaving his balls to his ass. I rubbed his entrance softly before sticking my fingers inside, hitting a pleasure spot that made him cum, still fingering that spot, and deep-throating him, I ride out his orgasm. I pulled my fingers out and my mouth left his cock. After he came down from his very obvious high; he stared at me in shock. I hand him a card. "Tell your friends about me, I'm sure I'm worth more than a galleon." He handed me 3 Galleons after saying that this was the best blowjob he's ever had.

I nod, leaving to go back to Diagon Alley. I went the book store, collecting my books and placing them in the book compartment before going to the apothecary. Buying a dozen more potions under the guise of not being able to get here very often and nearly sold them out of stock with the amount of potion ingredients I brought. I went to an eye shop to get me some glasses that suit me better than these do and brought a couple of different pairs. I left after buying them to go to a stationary shops, after buying dozen a or so quills and a couple hundred different ink bottle types, such as invisible ink, coloured ink and others and a big bucket full of floo powder and a small pouch to take smaller handfuls with me. I bought a couple stacks of parchments and a few magically charmed books that ad more paper to it when you say a certain word; this is so I don't have to keep buying new books. I leave, going to my last stop, Madam Malkin robes for all occasions. When I went in I saw a lady with fuzzy brown hair tending over a blond boy, his mother and father conversing in the waiting seats. I walk over. "I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something, but I'd like a whole new wardrobe, if possible, the price doesn't matter" This perked the blond head family, who was looking at me with interesting. Aura slithered up to the side of my face hissing slightly. Dark Coressssss, SSSSSSlytherinssss. I nodded politely to them, before focusing on the boy. "What is your name, sorry if I seem rude, but I've been stuck with muggles most of my like, my father was a pureblood though, marrying a slowly muggleborn, in my perspective, he could of done better. Although my mother and I share the same eyes, the best thing I got from her to be honest." I said softly, looking of types of material I wanted. The boy spoke.

"If you're a halfblood, and your father is a pureblood, why are you living with muggles" He was confused.

"Simple, they got themselves killed" I shrug; they were stupid for siding with Dumbledore in my opinion. "And all my godparents, I have four, are either classed unfit or are in Azkaban. Well one was a Death Eater, he doesn't do well with kids, the others a werewolf, and that's a big no, no in the social services department," I rolled my eyes; finally deciding on silk, cotton and wool for my clothes. "I want a half a dozen short sleeved in cotton, 6 long-sleeved in silk, 3 night gowns in silk, protection potion and spell experimentation gear. Long pants in silk and cotton, Cotton shorts. Both of those in 6 pairs please. I'd like 2 formal gowns, and a royal gown. I'd like 3 cloaks one silk the others cotton. I'd like a couple of boasts please, more towards a muggle design. All these will either be green, gold, and silver, black and white. The silk cloak must me gold though." I commanded the girl. I turn back to the boy. "Name?" I said amused.

"Dra-Draco Malfoy" I nodded.

"Isn't your mothers sister Bellatrix Lestrange?" he looked towards his parents, panicked. His father strode over to me.

"Why do you want to know?" He demanded. Cute. Protective Daddy mode.

"She's my godmother, one of the two in Azkaban. It makes us family, I guess." I shrug. His eyes softened, slightly.

"What's your name?" All I did was lift the hair from my forehead, showing my zigzag scar. They stared at it shocked. "Harry Potter" He whispered. I rolled my eyes slightly, flattening my hair against my head.

"Yup" I pop the 'p'. "Seems like everyone knows me, though I have no idea why" They looked shocked.

"You're famous" I rolled my eyes.

"I figured that, still have no idea why though."

"You destroyed the Dark Lord when you were just a baby" the Draco boy exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. I seem to be doing hat a lot.

"You mean the memory I have of a lot of green light? The one where my mother sacrificed herself for me because she didn't do what the Dark Lord said so she was killed for it? Ever heard of blood wards? Love? Yeah, she loved me enough to die for me resulting in an ancient but powerful ritual called the blood ward. If the Dark Lord touched me he would have been hurt, injured, because he tried to kill me he died, or technically lost his body, last I heard a shred of his soul has taken to haunting the forest in Albania. He's still alive, I can feel him, ever heard of horcruxes? Splitting your soul so you can't die? Yea he made a few of those one of them is the diary he gave you at his house. I'd like to buy it please. Before Draco accidently starts writing in it and dies, because he placed too much of himself into the diary and dies." the Malfoy man quickly summoned the diary, wanting to get rid of it before it harms his heir. I give him a hundred Galleons. I think he realised how important it was after that. I stowed the book away in the dark artefacts do not touch compartment and sealed it with a hiss in Parsletongue, darkness. I paid for my clothes, chucking them in the clothes compartment before leaving. Popping in to the emporium and collecting Sapphira's cat and Vernon's and my owls; I walked back to the entrance, tapping the stones and leaving Diagon Alley. I walked into the pub, going straight to the fire place; at Gringotts they hooked my fireplace up to the floo system. So I could floo home. Of course a password is required which is Amora Vo, an anagram for love and summon, also in Latin.

I leave quickly, muttering my house address and throwing the floo down, I open my eyes to realise I'm in my living room. I quickly take off to the cupboard and begin expanding it, I transfigure cleaning materials into Shelves, tables, and chairs even a large desk for when I'm writing my evaluations or ides for possible spells. I place the books on the shelves before realising I need a glass case I walk into the kitchen just in time to see Dudley drop a glass and brake it. I smile. Perfect. Vernon hears the commotion and marches down, after a rant he commands me to throw it out I nod, picking up the pieces carefully. As Vernon goes back upstairs to make out with Sapphira I quickly go back to my cupboard carrying the glass. I transfigure the smaller pieces into a medium large display case. I withdrew the cursed necklace placing it in the display case and quickly warding it so it doesn't break or is susceptible to absorbing the dark energy the necklace radiates. I pull out The Dark Lords diary, placing it into smaller case. I transfigured the remaining glass into a turning rack that was circular that was quite tall to hold all of my potions and ingredients. Potions on the first 2 shelves, ingredients on the next 4, protective gear on the last. I put the different cauldrons on the shelves; I pull out my two largest ones and place them on either end of a table, before grabbing 3 smaller ones for the desk closest to the door. I had shelf specifically for vials, knifes, stirring rods, hammers, mortars and crushers, beakers, vial holders, concrete mats to put under cauldrons, and spoons. I made a small furnace. Next week I'll go buy some wood, coal and different types of metal. Maybe I could try the art of being a smithy, a blacksmith.

I pulled out the Dark Lords diary. Hello Tom, my name is Harry Potter. The words sunk into the pages before the book began to reply. Hello Harry Potter, how did you come buy my book? I rolled my eyes. Malfoy sold me it because I threatened his son that you would kill him if he didn't. I don't plan on giving you my soul Tom. But there is a muggle I need to get rid of that would be a perfect candidate before I give you someone magical. Here's how it's going to go. You're going to be kind, charming, and sympathetic, have her spill her entire being into you. Make her believe you two are in ... Love. Then you're going to slowly kill her. I want her dead before I start at Hogwarts. I'm nearly 10 so you have a while. I need her dead so a friend of mine can marry her husband. He will get her pregnant and then his and his ex-wife's son dies in some tragic accident killing a couple others. That baby will be the sole heir to the family. The friend of mine is under mind control. If you even think of hurting people I said you're not allowed to hurt, trust me. You'll be stabbed with a basilisk tooth before you can even say FUCK. Hear me?! I demanded. Tom was silent for a moment before answering. I hear you.

I nod before using a charm to fix up the diary, making it more girly. I run upstairs o Petunias and Vernon's room. I walk in without knocking to see Petunia on her knees sucking Vernon's dick, crying, she stops when she hears the door slam open. Vernon looks angry, before noticing it's me. "Sorry to intrude, continue." I nod at her. Vernon begins fucking her mouth while I watch in fascination. He groaned loudly before cumming into her mouth, making her choke. Most of the cum leaks out. Vernon pulls away looking at her in disgust. I just walk up to her giving her the diary. "It's a present for you. It's a magic thing. You can write your deepest secrets in here and a man named Tom, who is a young man, writes back to you. He'll never tell anyone your secrets and it's resistant to fire, you can't kill him with water. He'll be your best friend" I smile at her. She takes the book shakily; before going into the bathroom to clean up. I turn quickly, kissing Vernon fiercely. "It'll kill her. She'll pour her whole soul into it. She'll die. He is a very important person in the magic world, with her death he will get stronger. Then I'll use some useless witch and she'll bring him back. She'll break the curse placed upon him and he'll get a body. And then you'll be able to fuck Sapphira freely. She'll get pregnant with your baby boy before having your baby girl. By the time their born you will have fucked me, it might even be a regular occurrence." Vernon grins before kissing me. I smash my pelvis against his, dry fucking him. After a while I feel a strange pull in my gut before the most pleasurable feeling takes over me. I moan loudly, gasping and shuddering, Vernon following me shortly after. He looked at me in awe.

"You had your first orgasm" I grin, kissing him before leaving. Going back to my cupboard I put the animals on the bench to give to their owners later, before settling down to study. "I have so much to learn", looking at all the books before me.