A/N:

Okay so sometimes I forget that some of you are reading this story for the first time on this website. I originally published this on Archive of our Own because that is now my main medium for reading fanfics. I started on here and halfway through publishing my first chapter there I thought it would be good to publish here too so I did. But when I did I didn't include my original author notes here and it's no surprise some people don't know why I would include the rape scene in chapter one with Harry and Petunia.

I cannot make this any clearer, I do not, have not, will not ever condone fantasizing rape as a good thing to happen to children. I only wrote this scene because of circumstances that happened to me at a young age and I wanted an outlet for those feelings to show that it can happen to younger boys and not just women or young girls.

I tried portraying this scene as grotesquely as I could and I hope I succeeded.

But this is an early warning to first time readers. This scene is in no way beautiful, fantastical, or appealing unless you are extremely twisted so if you cannot stomachthe scene I am sorry you read it and I won't say just because I lived a scenario very similar to it, that gives me the right to incorporate it in my work. It does not make it better but rape is not supposed to be seen as right, no matter the circumstances so if it brought memories up for others I am sorry and I sympathize, it was extremely hard for me to write and honestly I wanted to get it out of the way to definitively show what tone the future chapters could possibly take

Harry Potter had, at a young age, found out the world was not fair and for him it was when he was five years old and able to understand the utter lack of attention his "family" gave him. While as a stark contrast his cousin Dudley was showered with affection from his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, who routinely and profusely told Dudley that they loved and cherished him singing his praises as the best thing to ever happen to them.

At first Harry consoled himself by saying it was just because Dudley was their actual son and it was perfectly normal for them to have a little favoritism towards Dudley and spend less time with him.

But over the years he slowly realized he was barely better than an unwanted guest in a house that could care less if he was around or not. As he grew older and required less and less attention to ensure he wouldn't die from shear lack of knowledge on how to take care of himself, his Aunt Petunia routinely showed him, with a not so subtle air of distaste, how to cook, clean, and do other tasks for himself.

Or so it seemed.

It turned out that after Harry had gotten an acceptable grasp on all these things after he turned eight years old he was made the de facto servant/slave of the family to cook, clean, and perform most other menial tasks they required to be done around the house and this was the start of his most awful times with the Dursley's.

October 22, 1988

"Potter!" A heavy beat of silence is heard throughout the whole of number 4 Privet Drive Little Whinging Surrey and this seems to just enrage the source of the shout,"Potter wake up!"

Harry shot awake as he had just now registered the second shout in his tiny room, whose only source of light was the slight cracks in-between the closed viewing slot nearly at the top of the door to the room, if you could even call a glorified wood rotted cupboard a room. The first thing he did was check the time and he froze immediately, the time on his small grey alarm clock 8:00 a.m. This made Harry gulp as he was supposed to be awake at 7:00 a.m. to start preparing breakfast for his uncle, who would need to be at work in just 30 minutes. So leaping from his sorry excuse for a bed he scrambled out of his cupboard beneath the stairs and turned to the right so he could enter the kitchen.

But, where he expected Uncle Vernon to be, stood Aunt Petunia with an annoyed expression. Aunt Petunia was a relatively small thin woman compared to his uncle, but stood several feet menacingly over Harry himself at the age of eight. As much as Harry hated to admit it his aunt was a beautiful woman with a slightly angular face which added to his fear of her at the moment. Her blonde hair fell in slight curls resting around her shoulders and on top of a thin petunia flower patterned dress, her normally kind face that Harry had only ever seen her direct at Dudley and Uncle Vernon was nowhere to be seen. As she gazed at Harry's small form her hands rung a washcloth in front of her as if showing what she wished to do to Harry's neck. No doubt for his shirking of duties to cook for his uncle that morning.

"Do you know why I could possibly be this angry with you," Petunia asked Harry in a voice that clearly says it was a rhetorical question that didn't need an actual answer.

Harry averted his gaze to his bare feet to show that he knew what he had failed to do and show that he understood that his aunts question didn't require a response. This proved to be a bad choice as he heard the faint steps of house slippers on the linoleum of the kitchen heading in his direction signaling his aunts approach to his now slightly shaking small form causing him to screw his eyes shut.

When he didn't feel any immediate sign that she'd reached him he slowly opened his eyes to see what's happening. The last thing he expected to see was his aunt looking directly into his eyes barely a foot away with her knees bent to bring her eye level with the eight year old. What truly puzzled the emerald eyed youth was the fact that his aunts previously easily seen anger and annoyance was nowhere to be seen on her face. As she gazed into Harry's eyes with her pale blue ones a small beat of silence passed between the two as they each searched the others eyes for a sign of something the other was looking for.

But suddenly as if she had found exactly what she expected, Petunias' eyes lit with rage and she lashed out with a backhand to Harry's face. A cry of pain erupted from his mouth following him to the ground where he was sprawled out in fear and pain clutching his bright red cheek holding back tears. If he hadn't been ready for the initial strike he was definitely not prepared for the stomp that followed on the side of his ribs that, while hard and drove the air from him, thankfully didn't break them.

Wheezing and clutching his side with one arm and trying to crawl back into the hall towards his cupboard with the other, Harry frantically attempted to breath but found it exceedingly difficult after the savage stomp to his side delivered by his "family member".

"Oh get up you sniveling excuse for a boy," Petunia spat in his direction annoyed with Harry's pitiful display of resilience. After another slow and deliberate second of attempted breathing, Harry slowly but shakily rose to his feet in front of his aunt so as not to anger her further and cause more harm to befall him.

Nodding in approval his aunt looked him over with an unidentifiable gleam in her eyes," your uncle told me specifically to punish you in his stead because he will be away for a business trip for at least two days. He wants me to make sure you don't make the same mistake again, so Dudley is staying at one of his friends houses today and while we don't care how Dudley normally sees us punish you, I found it necessary for him not to need to see this."

This explanation made Harry's face go deathly pale at those implications. Harry had been performing his duties around the house for three months now since his birthday at the end of July. He had already experienced a broken arm his first month after accidentally breaking one of Dudley's toys. Uncle Vernon had been the one to break his arm with a well placed stomp, and that had been done right in front of Dudley who laughed while it happened. Harry could still hear the sickening snap sound his arm had made that day.

Two days later while waking up at the usual time to make breakfast, Harry hadn't noticed until halfway through making breakfast that to his utter astonishment his arm had healed as if by magic. While he stared in wonder at it that morning it seemed to only enrage his uncle further who had entered the room alone and proceeded to whip Harry on his bare back with his belt, causing bloody gashes and welts to form on his back. After five minutes of the torture Harry had fallen to his bare chest on the kitchen floor with small rivulets of blood to begin staining the linoleum of the kitchen.

Of course his uncle had made him clean the floors with bleach in the kitchen to," clean away the filth," as his uncle called it, still with no shirt to protect his cuts and welts from the bleach as Dudley and his aunt entered the room looking him over impassively.

If neither his aunt or uncle cared that Dudley had seen all of that and more, then Harry shuddered in absolute fear at what his aunt could possible have in store for him that could even come close to his past few agonizing punishments.

Harry still slightly wheezing and just now speaking for the first time that day asked in a soft and shaky voice," W-what is going t-to be my punishment A-Aunt Petunia?"

Smiling not at all reassuringly at Harry, his aunt grabbed him by the arm pulling him into the hall causing Harry to relax his shoulders at the assumed thought that his punishment would involve being just locked in his cupboard. That relief quickly expedited itself from his body as he was slowly and painstakingly dragged past his cupboard, the siting room with several chairs a couch and an electric fire place, and then up the stairs behind his aunt who hadn't relented on her tight grip of his wrist. Harry's dread built and was mixed with confusion as he was pulled past Dudley's room to the direct right of the stairs and into the Dursley's master bedroom making Harry so unbelievably confused at what was going to happen as his aunt closed the door. Harry was about to voice his concerned question again about his punishment until his aunt picked him up which surprised Harry to no end because he had never been touched by any of the Dursley's except when he was hit or dragged by one of them and the fast yet somehow gentle movement his aunt had made in picking him up shocked him greatly. Until she looked Harry directly in the eyes and crashed her horrifically soft lips against his in a not at all familial way as she tilted her head sideways to get a better angle at Harry's lips to deepen the kiss.

While she did this Harry squirmed under her pressing presence and feeling a discomfort in his lower body not knowing what was happening because his young mind could not fully comprehend the coming horrific implications of what was happening. He was suddenly brought out of his frantic and scared thought as he felt something prodding the entrance to his mouth and with a gasp he felt his aunts tongue enter his mouth roaming and tasting Harry's own further intensifying his lower discomfort and his own fear that he couldn't control what was happening.

After another agonizing few seconds of the forced kiss Petunia pulled away from Harry causing him to gasp for air which the stomp to his side had made difficult to get and was not helped at all by the oxygen depriving kiss that was forced on him. As his eyes refocused from the black spots that had began invading his vision he saw the slightly dreamy and far off look his aunt had while gazing at his face for some reason but he didn't have to wonder why she looked like that for long," you look just like your father," she said with an equally dreamy voice. Hope slowly rose in his chest for maybe a shred of pity that she may have for him because of his paternal similarities until the far away look was wiped from her face as she locked eyes with him,"except your disgusting eyes," she spat venomously," they look just like your bitch mothers!"

And just like that any pity he may have received was thrown away just as he was thrown onto the bed in his aunt and uncles room with Petunia following directly after pining his arms to the bed above his head and she unceremoniously sat directly on his crotch grinding his growing discomfort down there against her privates causing him to involuntarily cry out a moan. Freezing above him Petunias shocked look slowly grew into a wolfish grin that held no actual mirth.

"Do you like when I do this Harry," she asked as she ground her hips into Harry's crotch transferring more friction to his most private area and eliciting even more moans that he attempted and failed to muffle without the use of his hands. Harry wanted to burst out crying with fear at the sensations he had never experienced and honestly no matter how strangely good they may feel at the time he didn't want to feel them at all in this moment or ever again with his aunt.

No. With this MONSTER!

As if reading his expression the monster grinned baring its surprisingly non sharp fangs glowering down at him," don't worry it will feel even better in a few minutes Harry."

She leaned down yet again all the while grinding her crotch against his, covered only by her thin dress, panties, and Harry's own sleep pants, all the while bringing her lips back to his unleashing a new meaning to the horror of the situation as he started to somehow realize the haplessness that was pervading his senses along with the unwanted pleasure that was caused by her midsections ministrations and the tongue entering his mouth yet again his traitorous tongue reflexively dancing in sink with hers as they vied for dominance but it wasn't much of a battle as Petunia overcame Harry with practiced ease. As if reluctantly she pulled away from Harry both breathing heavily panting inches away from one another as he gazed into his aunts eyes he could tell she clearly saw his fear as she almost imperceptibly flinched as his familiar face and eyes that screamed for mercy, but the hesitation was quickly thrown to the wind as she yet again crashed her lips to his.

Harry didn't think this situation could get any worse, that is until he froze in place when his aunts hands roamed down to his light grey sleep pants tugging at the waistband to pull them down exposing his boxer briefs to his aunts groping hand which froze as it felt something odd.

Petunia looked down to see that Harry James Potter, an eight year old, had an at least five inch penis which was pulsating beneath her hand and the underwear that concealed it. The thought that he was already this big and not even a teenager yet aroused her even more causing her to double down on her course of action as she slipped her dress over her head and threw It to the floor by the bed exposing her slim braless frame to Harry's frantically moving eyes wanting nothing more than to not be where he was or even wishing for not the first time he had died with his parents because surely it had to be better than this hell he was forced to endure.

Warning underaged rape/lemon do not read if easily scarred or under the age of 18! You've been warned.

"I can't wait any longer," Petunia purred huskily as she loomed over Harry her medium yet well shaped breasts rising in sink with her breaths as the anticipation of what came next flooded her thoughts and the idea of fucking someone who looked like James so closely aroused her even further. She slowly lifted Harry's black short sleeved shirt over his head leaving both of them in nothing but their underwear with Petunias womanhood fiercely pressed against Harry's own manhood driving her forward as she yet again captured poor little Harry's lips into another heated kiss grabbing his hand and leading them to knead her breasts in slow circular motions bucking her hips against Harry crotch yet again making them both moan into the others mouth, involuntarily in Harry's case.

Petunia broke the kiss putting a hand on Harry's chest and looking him dead in the eyes before saying," don't move unless I tell you to or you will be punished even worse than when your uncle beat you with his belt."

Harry gulped nodding slowly and jerkily causing his aunt to smile in pleasure at his understanding of her orders before she slowly and painfully lowered her face to Harry's underwear lowering them and releasing the pulsing mass of sensitive flesh that filled her vision with a lust filled haze. Gingerly as if fearing she would break it she gripped Harry's shaft eliciting an intense and involuntary moan to escape his lips and now that his hands were free he threw them over his mouth wide eyed in horror and shame at his outburst. He couldn't ponder on the shame he felt at feeling good before his aunt quickly pumped her hand up and down causing his member to pulse even more intensely filing his head with a strange haze. Just when he didn't think it could get any worse/better he was promptly proven wrong.

Petunias soft and horribly pleasing lips wrapped around his erect member making him release a muffled scream of shameful pleasure into his hands that still clamped tightly to his mouth intensified as she began bobbing her head up and down every now and then sucking either on hand of his shaft that was in her mouth and throat or just the head of his penis at the entrance of her mouth. Each bob of her head sent lightning bolts up Harry's spine making him feel progressively worse and better at each moment making him want to cry out in sheer bliss, rage, fear, and shock. It was all made worse by the slight yet painfully clear noises of slurping and sucking his aunt was making as she kept up her erratic yet sensual movements around his shaft. She suddenly and forcefully engulfed him all the way down to the base, in her throat making Harry spasm in sheer ecstasy which compounded with his other storm of terrible emotions at the time building and building until they would eventually break the dam that was his psyche.

Feeling Harry begin to twitch far more erratically in her mouth after deepthroating him, she quickly pulled his member out of her mouth and grasped it firmly at the base to stem the flow of blood but not enough to stop it from being hard," not yet you're not allowed to cum anywhere but inside."

This confused Harry's eight year old mind "come inside?" where was he going to go inside of, what did she mean? Even when he didn't understand fully he didn't like the implications at all and for good reason when his aunt began to remove her underwear right in front of Harry giving him a view of her wet cleanly shaven and slightly parted vagina, a part of the opposite sex which he had never seen before in his life. He watched horrified and curiously as she stared him directly in the eyes as she threw her underwear onto the floor alongside her dress as she yet again sat down on Harry's lap this time with nothing between the two as she ground her wet pussy against his cock parting her lower lips slightly and eliciting loud moans from her and muffled cries from Harry beneath her. Rocking back and forth sandwiching Harry's penis between her lower lips increasing the pace slowly and steadily as she brought her hands to pull away Harry's so she could access his mouth and begin French kissing him again.

Suddenly without warning she rose her hips up slightly positioning Harry's member at her entrance before he could register what was happening. She plunged all of his throbbing shaft inside of her pulsing and clenching vagina clinging to his rod as it pushed deeper and deeper into her. She visibly shuddered as she savored the familiar yet almost forgotten feeling as she hadn't had sex since Dudley was born and as far as she could tell this eight year old who had no experience whatsoever was better than her husband even directly just after penetration she had nearly orgasmed. And she immediately did after moving her hips up and down just one time causing her vaginal walls to clamp tightly around Harry's shaft and break the forced kiss she initiated, digging her nails into his chest drawing small trails of blood from the break in his skin.

Meanwhile, Harry couldn't describe the feeling as he felt something warm wrap around his private part and clench tightly all around it as if squeezing each drop of pleasure and sorrow out of him then the pressure begins to let up before coming back in pulses constricting and releasing periodically. The pulses didn't even have time to ebb away before his aunt lifted her hips and slammed down on his erect member causing starbursts of pleasure and fear at that pleasure to overtake him and feel the walls tighten even harder around his penis fiercer than the first one he felt and her nails digging sharply and painfully into his chest. Harry couldn't have known in that moment but his aunt orgasmed at the sensations his magical core released small waves that, her being a muggle, she had never felt before due to almost never being in contact with magic. Suddenly his aunts minuscule hesitation vanished causing her to bounce up and down even faster than the first causing her breasts to bounce and ripple with each impact. To further her pleasure she leaned down capturing Harry's open mouth that had been agape in a silent scream that could not escape his throat before being over taken by his aunts mouth yet again taking even that solitary action from him to further her own selfish pleasure.

Before long Harry could feel something building in his lower parts not able to understand he pulled his mouth from his aunt to her protests before he said hurriedly," somethings happening I feel weird what's going on?"

This seemed to only intensify his aunts desire to pump him in and out of her even faster wanting to experience as much pleasure as she could before it would come to an end with her nephews release. As his aunt slammed down one last time on him Harry cried out in utter lust and disgust at both his aunt and himself as he exploded inside of her bathing her inner walls in a thick white stream of cum also eliciting another orgasm from Petunia as she shuddered twice as hard as the first time she had came crying out one single thing,"JAMEEEEEEEES!"

End of rape/Lemon scene you can continue from here

His fathers name was the last thing he heard his aunt yell as his vision slowly became dark from both the mental and physical strain all of this causing him to pass out right there underneath his aunt into sweet black nothingness.

Harry slowly awoke back in the tiny and comforting atmosphere of the cupboard which he spent most of his life inside of, He was naked and slightly damp with sweat and something else on his private parts. The events of what had happened played back in his head as he slipped on "fresh" clothes wishing with everything he had that he could just wave his hand and make everything go away and just go back to the simple beatings and forced solitary of the room he was currently inside of. As he sat numbly on the edge of his small bed just thinking about everything in his life and why he could possibly deserve everything that has happened to him over the years.

His parents dying when he was just a baby.

His barely tolerated existence at the hands of the Dursleys.

Until was acknowledge by them as nothing more than a glorified slave.

Being beaten if he spoke out of turn, having to work until every inch of his body ached then beaten again if he was seen even barely slowing down, and now his aunt, if he could even call that monster that, had...

Just the thought of what happened finally caused Harry to break down in a fit of tears bringing him even lower than he ever thought he could possibly fall in his already rock bottom life and he just sank to the floor collapsing in on himself.

"Why do I deserve this?"

An imperceptible voice cackled madly from the spot just behind Harry's scar. And although it was unnoticed by him he stilled shivered twice as much after it began.