When Harry apperated outside the house in Little Winging he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes and knocked on the door, fear shooting through his entire body. The door opened wide and Uncle Vernon stared down at him with a sneer on his face.

"Well, well, well. Look whose back did you miss me?" Uncle Vernon asked grabbing Harry by the scruff of the neck and led him to the couch and pushed him onto it.

"You have 2 days until school, what are we gonna go?" he asked with a sneer. He waited there for Harry's answer but when he got nothing he yelled, "You're not going to talk to me any more boy? Answer me! What are we going to do? All the while his big chubby face was turning a dark scarlet color.

"I'm sorry Uncle! We will do what we normally do… have you beat me whatever what you want until I can't scream anymore" Harry looked down in shame when he said this not wanting to meet the furious glare of his abusive uncle.

"Go up to your room, don't come down unless I say so" he walked away without a backwards glance. Harry ran straight to his small cupboard under the stairs not wanting to get his uncle angrier. When he got to his cupboard he looked inside cautiously, it was still the same with all the blood everywhere on the walls and on the mattress; it also still stunk very badly. He shuddered with all of the memories he had of this one little cupboard. Of all the times he was neglected and blood pouring from his body. He then noticed that someone had tried to clean it up a bi but got tired of doing so and just left the rest where it was.

He sat down on the mattress, waiting and knowing what was to come in a short while. He had been sitting there awhile being as silent as possible as sobs racked through his body and tears running down his face. That's when he heard the bolt in the door scrape, when the door opened his uncle was standing there with a smirk spread across his face. He grabbed Harry by the shirt and dragged him up the stairs to Dudley's old bedroom; this room was where the worst of the things happened because there was a lot more room where Harry could try to escape and Vernon Dursley like the good old fight. Harry was told to strip of his clothing which he did not do immediately even though he knew that if he did not follow his uncle's orders the result would be much worse than it would have originally, when Vernon saw this he walked up to Harry and punched him square in the jaw with all of his force. Harry closed his mouth so not to scream out loud and fell to the floor with a thump breathing hard.

"Please" Harry whispered.

"What did you say boy?" yelled Vernon.

"Please stop! I didn't do anything!" Harry cried out as loud as he could event though it was barely a whisper. Vernon did not stop, but just kept punching and slapping, but never his face, he would not punch Harry's face because people would notice if there were marks on his face. Vernon proceeded to flipping over Harry so he was facing him.

"You worthless little freak! You killed everyone who maybe even liked you! Murderer" Vernon whispered the last word. He then undid his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and pounded into Harry with so much force that Harry could not help but slip out a strangled scream. Harry tried with all of his force to push his uncle off but he could not. He just lay there and closed his eye lids waiting for it to all be over. He could not even imagine being able to live through tomorrow if his uncle did this again. When finally he could feel Vernon spill his seed inside him and pull out that he let out a ragged breath. Vernon zipped up his pants and got up from the ground with much difficulty and said, "Get dressed freak and make us an early dinner".

But Harry just lay there, bleeding and hurt, not wanting to move. He knew he had to but when he was about to get up darkness came forth in his mind threatening to take him fully. He tried fighting it but how blissful he thought it felt, and soon he succumbed to it without another thought.

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Sometime later he awoke to someone shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly thinking it was his uncle again coming to beat him for not making them dinner, but to his surprise it was Aunt Petunia.

"Harry wake up it's almost time for you to catch the train; you've been out for a day. You don't want Vernon in here do you? Please get up and take a shower!" Aunt Petunia was whispering it loudly as to not draw attention from the others in the household.

Aunt Petunia then helped Harry up and led him quickly to the bathroom. Harry could tell that Petunia looked sick from what Harry looked like, but he didn't really care about it much at the moment. When Aunt Petunia left harry took what was left of his clothing off and stepped into the steaming shower tha Aunt Petunia had already started for him, he hissed when the water hit his wounds and he watched as all the blood flowed off of him and mingled in with the water.

When he was all set to go he took his stuff and went to the car without looking at anyone. He had put on cologne that he had bought so the metallic smell of blood would not be noticeable. In the car there was absolutely no conversation between anyone. All you could hear is the engine of the car and the heavy breathing of Uncle Vernon.

He left the car without saying anything to his family, he knew that had been a bad decision but instead of doing anything about it he loaded his trolley with his bags and set off to the train 9 ¾. He knew that he was cutting time when he finally got to the bus, when he got on all of the Slytherins were looking at him funny. Maybe they thought I wasn't coming back, to bad for them!' When all of a sudden he was pulled into a compartment, which he then whipped out his wand ready to fend himself off, until he it was Ron and Hermione.

Authors Note:

Thank you guys for sticking with me, I know that it has been awhile since I have updated. But I have been really busy. Please email me for questions and some Ideas. I would reallllly like some of your ideas and id you do I will mention you in my next chapter. Thanks so much, oh and I might be doing some of Harry's point of view since it might be easier. 3 -Harley