31.01.2022
Drama, attempt Rape, hospital, hurt and comfort, Underage
One-Shot
R 16

"Haha, that's really true!" replies Vernon with extra effort. His company got a new boss, whom he immediately invited to join him. The four of them sit at the table with Mr. Hellsworth, his wife and his son for a late dinner. They are talking and laughing. You know, bringing forced laughter across casually.
"Uncle Vernon?" a quiet, soft voice asks out of nowhere after a knock interrupts their conversation.
"Oh, Mr. Hellsworth, this is Harry. He's easily upset, that's why we leave him upstairs in the room when visitors come, badly disturbed the poor thing!" his uncle brings out as if rehearsed, making the boy roll his eyes. With a broad smile, the visitor stands up, turns to Harry and offers his hand.
"Harry, right? I'm David, nice to meet you."
"Y-yes..right," Harry replies a bit uncertainly and takes his hand, a handshake in greeting.

"It must be awfully lonely up there. Why don't you join us?"
"No thanks, I still have to..finish my homework." replies Harry after a moment's thought. It's not quite a lie, after all. He could put off the homework, yes, but he doesn't feel comfortable down here with his so-called family and the stranger grinning at him so quizzically and scrutinizing him from top to bottom.
"Are you sure?" the man asks, not letting up.
Nor does he let go of Harry's hand.

"I'm sure. I want to go back upstairs..." he answers already a little intimidated and tries to take his hand to himself.
"What did you want, Harry?" his uncle asks in such an unusually friendly way, it's eerie.
"Uh, nothing, never mind. Sorry to bother you" he replies quickly, pulling his hand towards him and disappearing back into his room as quickly and almost silently as he can.

Twenty minutes later, he's still upstairs working on his homework. He rubs his temple and yawns with his mouth wide open. Slowly, the boy really needs to go to bed. He is slowly getting used to going to bed early.
As he is about to erase something, he is jolted out of his thoughts by a knock.
Quite perplexed, he turns to the door and says, "Come in?"
No one else in his family has ever been respectful and knocked. And the strangest thing: waits for an answer, too!
Mr. Hellsworth walks in, that silly grin hanging on his face as if carved into it, even as he closes the door and approaches Harry.
"Well, kiddo. All right with your homework?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. They're not that hard" Harry replies, trying to keep looking at the paper as the stranger leans against his desk. There's something creepy about him.
"Tell me, how old are you?"
"I am..Am fourteen." he replies quietly, looking up at him only very briefly.
"You're pretty cute for a fourteen year old." The stranger flirts, leaning against Harry. So that he is just barely behind him and can place his hand on Harry's back.
"Do you have any friends?"
"Why do you care?" he asks the counter question tardily annoyed and especially suspicious. He doesn't like at all how the strange hand starts stroking him and not so slowly, finds its way down.

"Pure interest. Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
"No.. Look, I.. I've really got a lot to do" Harry tries again kindly, searching with his eyes where he put his wand down.
He didn't even notice how Mr. Hellsworth already took it away when he leaned in, and the wand is now hidden in his pants pocket.
"You can do that later, let's have a nice chat".
Urges the late 40-year-old, grabbing Harry by the butt. At this Harry jumps up and turns his face to him, slowly but surely putting it in reverse.

"No, thanks. I have to... really" Harry tries again and puts a foot to the right.
When suddenly the man grabs his hair and drags him belly-first onto the bed.

"I've heard we have to be strict with you, because otherwise you just won't listen. And apparently that's true."
"Hay, let go! What are you doing, hay!" commands Harry loudly and slowly in real panic as he feels the stranger kneel on his back and his hands sink into Harry's underpants.
At the feeling of how carelessly and almost brutally he pushes a finger into Harry's entrance, he cries out and for help.
Tears well up in his eyes and with a tremor in his voice he cries out for his uncle.

And after what feels like an eternity, the door opens.

Harry opens his eyes again.
The bright light burns his eyes.
"It's okay Harry, please don't force yourself..." tries Ronald to reassure him, gently rubbing his hand.
This is new.
This seemingly white hospital room he's lying in.
He closes his eyes and takes one deep breath.
He feels so weak. His friends were already sitting next to him when he woke up a few minutes ago. He did his best to remember and tell them what had happened. As he suddenly woke up with his head throbbing and pain in his chest and legs in a place completely foreign to him.

"The last thing I remember is my uncle coming into the room. I thought he was going to help me, but he pushed me into bed so this..." he tries to explain, but the tears make it hard to see anything and also get stuck in his throat.
And his chest hurts so bad.

"It's okay, Harry... It's okay. Do you know what happened after that? All we know is that your neighbor informed Professor Dumbledore."
Spoke Hermione now, stroking his hair.
"There were screams, and then... The house collapsed." Ronald continues, looking off to the side, dejected.
Harry opens his eyes in a swoop, looking very closely into the glare. His pupils widen and his mouth opens. "That's it!"

When Vernon took Mr. Hellsworth's place to push him into the mattress, Harry screamed. He really panicked and fear rose up inside him as he noticed his pants being yanked down. He tried kicking, punching, biting. Just anything to protect himself.
His uncle grabbed his wrists, so hitting quickly fell out.
"Stop it!" he yells at both of them in a tearful voice. This can only be a nightmare!

"Stop, please! I don't want to do this... Mhhh... Let go... Please"
"Don't worry, Mr. Hellsworth. He's quiet. No one will know anything about this. You get him and I get the great job, don't I."
"A deal's a deal" the men grin as the new boss whips out his cock, getting dangerously close to Harry.
"Stop it!" he yells a tad louder. A hand buries itself in his hair, pulling him up. This pain is not a new one. He's seen this move before from his uncle and aunt.

"You don't have to be careful. It doesn't matter if he bleeds. Do whatever you want"
"Is it really okay? He's your family. And I like to go hard and as painfully as possible"
Asks Mr. Hellsworth one last time, that disgusting grin turning evil. Beneath him, Harry writhes, whimpering and pleading.
"Have a good time. This piece of filth must be good for something" Vernon replies, looking down at Harry, a deep contempt in his eyes.
Harry looks to the men, seeing the visitor positioning himself behind him.
His eyes feast at the sight, and he cries out with tears in his eyes.

He screams at the top of his lungs, so loud and so full of pain until the walls shake.

"What. Is that?!"
"What's wrong?" the two men shout, frightened by this situation, and jump up from Harry. Looking around as everything slowly begins to fall apart.
Vernon hears his wife and child calling after him, but unfortunately the fat piece of shit is a little too slow.

"Your uncle and your visitor, Mr. Hellsworth, are both deceased. You barely got away with it, Harry."
The kids look up at their professor, who has appeared out of nowhere in his hospital room.
It takes Harry a minute to realize what was just said. But then he sighs in relief and smiles slightly.
"Do you realize what has happened, dear Harry?" asks Dumbledore, approaching him slowly and very carefully.
Without looking him in the eye, Harry silently shakes his head.
"It was you. You brought the house down with your scream."
"Am I in trouble?" he asks quietly, finally facing him with a worried look.
"It was self-defense. And besides, it was unintentional. I'll take care of it, don't worry. It'll be fine."

Maybe it will be revised again.
Still unsure, though. I don't quite like it. But here, enjoy reading, my dears.

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