Harry's POV

Flashback to being rescued from Dursleys house

I have always wanted a family that doesn't matter if they're biologically mine or if they are blood adopted or not by me. A family is a family regardless of where they came from or how they came to be your family.

I didn't get to feel what it was like to be loved by the Dursleys even though they were blood-related to me, seeing this only just pushed me further down the road of revelations.

I'm gay. No one but Draco knows this secret because if the Dursleys found out that I was gay, adding that to the already despised fact that to them having a wizard living within their house was terrible.

But learning that I like guys and not women like they believe all ordinary people do in this world then they would probably think I love their son, my big tub of lard cousin Dudley, which would never happen.

They would murder me during my sleep and probably burn my body in the woods behind the playground a functional few blocks from the house and say I ran away if they questioned my whereabouts and that would be the end of that.

I'm not ashamed of being gay, believe me, I couldn't care less about that revelation, but everyone else - especially that damn weaslette and the other git - who never stops whining about being hungry.

As if that weasel would ever know the meaning of being truly hungry in his miserable, pathetic excuse of wizard and magic.

"They would dissipate whatever small amount of brain cells they seem to have somewhere deep inside their pea-sized brains that are covered in dust from not being used by them at all, which is a waste of brains and air being used to keep their existences alive now." Harry said out load

I am a submissive partner, and I know this for a matter of fact because I can't see myself ever topping or ever wanting to cut it feels like it's not right for me to be on top and being bottomed by someone who never fails to make me hot and horny for sex.

Though I am a teenager, which explains those urges, seeing as all the boys go through puberty and gender identity phases, I didn't have that phase though, because even as a young child in my past I just somehow knew that I didn't want to be together with their genders.

But with boys, I always seemed to know that I was meant to be with a person of the same sex as myself.

This year I have been having visions of Voldemort and his death eaters, which I tell no one about, not because I am unable to but because I want them to suffer the way I was being left here to experience.

Unless it had to do with a child involved in being in danger from Voldemort or his followers, then I could care less about what they are fondling or tortured.

I was so deep in my thoughts I almost didn't hear the commotion that seemed to be coming from the living room downstairs I listened to the fast and deep thuds of feet rushing in the direction of the stairway and then following the path towards Dudley's second bedroom.

I was locked from the inside as the Dursleys locked me back in after my "punishment for being a freak," as it was so eloquently put into terms of words for my painstakingly bleeding again.

The scars covering the sides were newer than others littered all along my back and words specifically carved out with a knife are degrading terms and words all over and a new one added from the time I came home this summer from the train station in platform 9 and 3/4 quarters apparently I was late according to their schedules.

They saw fit to write the words "TIME WASTER" onto my back as that's what I had caused them ever since I had been dropped off at their doorstep that windy November day/night.

But back to my point of the what I was trying to say was that well Voldemorts smoking hot he looks like a fucking Greek god or king for merlin and morganas sake mn I wish I could have a threesome sandwich I would do so with Voldemort and Draco.

Just the thought of that idea displaying in my head which was causing my sight to darken in a wrong way as I am too weak to heal my entire body enough so I can live or at least survive.

Barely in the household to do my chores which I hadn't been given today because they were going to someplace they were invited to by Vernon's boss for the rest of there summer meaning no more chores or having to see their ugly faces for the rest of the summer break.

I thanked every single god or goddess or type of mighty being that I had ever read in books about or through the voices coming from the telly when they were watching a movie with something like a religion that Harry didn't honestly know if it was real or fake, to begin in.

But did so anyway, just in case it was who truly knew what was a god or goddess or a person of higher power or favour? Versus those who weren't. No one does, so that fact doesn't exactly matter much to him, as long as he believes it is or isn't in his own life, then so what?

But yeah back to the actual story in this present moment I could hear the footsteps stop in front of my door some words and clicks than the door bursting open without even a bang that is sometimes caused by opening the door with too much force displayed by whoever hands opening it make.

I hear a gasp of horror coming from multiple people as I try to open up my darkening rapid vision focus that was until I felt something like a spell enveloped my sore, openly visible scarred back not by much of a choice as I am too weak even to blink a lot right now.

The last thing I see and try to hear as best I can to decipher what the person in front of me is trying to say by the movement of his lips if that means anything about how well of a shape I am.

The last thing I remember hearing before I pass out is that you're safe now; we're not going to let you die on us when we've only just saved." And then I was out.

Thanks for reading the next chapter, it will be out soon.

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