Relationships

Chapter 3

The Bad, And The REALLY Bad

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A 9-year-old Harry Potter sighed to himself as he got on his knees and started to plot some flower seeds. His Uncle had told him that he wanted a small garden, and he instantly put Harry to work on it. Not only that, but he had not been fed in the past two days, his cousin had got ordered to stay away from him, and every time his Aunt tried to help him she got beat up. Harry couldn't understand why. But that wasn't what got him so worried. What had him worried was the fact that he was missing someone. He just didn't know who it was. He missed somebody that was really close to him, but he couldn't remember who, it was like it was blocked off from him.

Harry sighed once again as he covered over the seeds he had just finished planting. His life was so draining; he just wished that for once he could be shown love without it having severe consequences. Every time his Aunt tried to show him that she cared, his Uncle would beat her till she had to crawl up the stairs to go to the bathroom. Dudley would try to get him food and he was punished and warned, told that he would get the same treatment that Harry and Petunia got. Petunia had told Dudley that he couldn't do anything, and to listen to his Father, that was the only way to keep him safe, and Harry had to agree. He didn't want to see Dudley suffer like he was…like he knew his Aunt was. It was pure Hell to feel like a waste of space, a burden.

He was sure that if he had never been born, Aunt Petunia and Dudley wouldn't have these problems in their lives. He just wished that he died in that car crash that killed his parents. If only he could meet them and see for himself that they were the bad people that his Uncle portrayed them to be. He wanted to see if his Father really was a drunk, and if his mother really was a person that jumped from one guy to another, even though she flashed her wedding ring around. He had heard his Uncle call his mother a slut so many times, that it made him want to cry to realize he would probably turn out like both of them. He would either die, or become a drunk. He might even become a mal prostitute. Yeah, he knew what that was, how could he not? His Uncle was cheating on his Aunt and he knew it. He had walked in on his Uncle plenty of times with different girls, and even a guy once. THAT had been a complete shock.

He was beaten heavenly for that one; he had gotten a broken arm and a dislocated jaw. He remembered how he had passed out right after his Uncle left the house, and when he woke up, he was in his cupboard, his Aunt holding him close, and Dudley curled up next to him. He had asked her how he had got better and she told him that she called the doctor and he fixed him. Harry didn't really understand how his bruises could go away that fast, but he had learned to ignore that, he seeked refuge in knowing that his Uncle could harm him and he would be fine and better by the time he woke up.

"BOY!!" He heard his Uncle suddenly yell.

Harry groaned slightly as he got to his feet and made his way into the house. His Uncle was standing next to a broken plate in the kitchen and Harry wanted to know why was this important to him.

"You called me sir?" Harry asked. His Uncle had ordered him to call him "Sir", so that Harry would know he was inferior to him.

"Yes I called you. You did the dishes last night and you failed to dry the dishes completely. As soon as I touched this plate, it slipped through my hands and fell because it still had water on it."

"It's not my fault you couldn't hold onto a plate! I didn't cause that, you did!" Harry said in frustration. He realized his mistake right after the last word tumbled from his mouth. He was never supposed to talk back or raise his voice at Uncle Vernon, and it seemed he had managed to do both, and his Uncle was turning that weird purple color. It was only 2 seconds after Harry's outburst, and before he could take another breath he was punched in the face.

"You have the nerve to disrespect me in my house Boy? Who the fuck do you think you are? I give you a place to stay out of the goodness of my heart and this is the thanks I get? You disrespecting me in my house?" Vernon said as he punched Harry again.

Harry hit the kitchen counter and rolled to his side on the floor. He had barely registered that his uncle had moved over to him, before he was kicked harshly in the side. He was kicked four more times before he heard the front door open and Petunia walk in with Dudley beside her.

When they entered the kitchen, they stopped in the doorway and took in the scene before them. Petunia instantly dropped her bags and rushed to Harry.

"Harry, honey are you ok?" She asked as she tried to fight back the tears. She looked up and spat on Vernon's shoes. "You BASTARD! I hope you drop DEAD!" She yelled.

"Oh really?" Vernon said with spite. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. "You need to show respect to me around here! I demand you to know your fucking place women, and that's in the kitchen and in the bedroom!" Vernon said as he slapped her across the face. Her head moved to the side, and without warning Vernon backslapped her with such force that she fell to the floor and clutched at her face.

"Mum!!" Dudley cried out as he tried to move forward but his Father glared at him.

"Dudley, go upstairs, now! You might not enjoy seeing what I'm about to do to these two, so go play your video games and do your summer homework packet." Vernon said.

Dudley looked from his Mum, to Harry, who was clutching at his sides and crying silently. The two people he loved the most were lying on the kitchen floor hurting, and he sometimes resented himself for never being able to help them. He was the only one who never got beat, and sometimes he wished he were down on that floor with them, just to be there with them while they struggled through this. He wanted to show his support, but he couldn't. His Father refused to touch him, and he knew that he probably never would.

"I said, go the fuck upstairs. NOW!" Vernon ordered. Dudley looked back at Harry and his Mum and slowly nodded his head, turning slowly and going upstairs to his room.

Vernon turned back to the two people on the floor and he smiled. "Now, time for me to teach you both a lesson." He said as he went to a drawer and pulled out an extension cord.

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Draco Malfoy flicked his blonde hair from his eyes as he turned his head slightly to the side as he looked out the window in his bedroom. He was in his room, once again because his Mother and Father were having another argument. It was the 10th one that day and it was only a quarter past 12:00.

He had gotten used to this, he'd wake up, have breakfast and watch his Parents glare at each other. Then they would start an argument over the breakfast table, and all HELL brakes loose. It's been going on for as long as he could remember. Which was another problem all in it's self. He had a feeling that his memory was blocked. He knew all about charms, spells and curses because of his Father so he knew how a Memory Charm, felt if one had been casted on him, and he had felt it there ever since he read up on the Charm. Every time he asked his Mother she would tell him that it was there for his own good and that she didn't want it there, but it had to be.

He sighed as he heard the voices rise again, and then he heard something smash. He cringed slightly and turned to the door. He opened it and stepped out into the hall, following the voices of his parents. Soon he came downstairs and saw them in the foyer.

"I don't know what's wrong with you Cissa!" Lucius exclaimed.

"Don't you Cissa me! I know where you go late at night, it's not to meet with the guys, you're not going to talk to Sev; I know where you go don't think I'm some stupid blonde wife of yours!" Narcissa yelled as she glared at her Husband.

"You are delusional. I go and stay at Sev's house, big deal Cissa!"

"You don't be at Severus's house! I know you don't! You go to some Bitches house and I won't stand for this! If you feel you need to cheat on me at least tell me about it. Tell me who the hell you're going to see, don't lie to me and then tell me I'm delusional when I call you on your infidelities!" Narcissa screamed.

"Who is it? Who are you screwing behind my back?!" She asked in a calm enough voice.

Lucius looked angry as he stared down his Wife. "I'm not screwing around on you Cissa. I haven't been with another woman."

Narcissa picked up another vase from its stand and threw it at her husband. It missed him and hit the wall at a spot right above his head. "BULLSHIT!" She screeched.

Draco winced slightly and drew back walking up the steps backwards hoping not to be seen, but of course luck wasn't quite on his side today, and his Mother and Father suddenly looked up to see him standing on the steps, looking down at them. His Mother's features softened a bit and she walked over to the foot of the stairs.

"Draco honey, are you ok?" His Mother asked in the loving tone she always used while talking to him, a tone that she has yet to see her use towards his Father.

"Why do you always have to fight? Why can't we ever just have a nice quiet day?" Draco asked as he looked down at them.

"Son, your Mother and me are just going through some problems, but they will be worked out." Lucius said as he looked up to his only Heir.

"You two are always going through problems. It's always something going on between you two, you guys are never happy when you're in the same room with each other, and you always fight for my attention. I love both of you, but you guys don't love each other and I don't understand why. I just, don't understand." Draco said in a pained voice as he turned and ran up the stairs. He returned to his room, closed and locked the door not wanting either of his Parents coming into his room.

He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes, wishing he knew who the person that he kept trying to remember was. He just knew that if he was ever hurting, that person would always be there for him, and it hurt to know that one of his Parents didn't want him to remember this person. It hurt so much because Draco finally realized that he needed this person more then ever.

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Harry woke up and saw that his wounds were once again healed. He was fine, thank god! And he would be able to face another day. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, making a wish that he would someday be in a place where people loved him, and enjoyed his existence. When he opened his eyes he tried to open the door to his cupboard, only to realize that once again it was padlocked.

"Harry." Someone called from the other side of the door.

"Dudley?" Harry asked, crawling over to the door and listening to his cousin.

"Yeah it's me. Are you ok? Mum wouldn't let me see you after you blacked out and I was worried." Dudley said as he leaned his head against the door.

"I'm fine…or as fine as I ever will be. Sometimes I just wish that summer wouldn't come, I really miss school. Uncle can't hit me too hard because I have to go to school the next day…I just wish we could all just go away." Harry said as he curled up next to the door, wrapping his arms around his body and rocking from back to forth.

"Yeah I know what you mean. I really hate it when Dad beats you and Mum. I sometimes wish he would hit me too, so you don't feel alone." Dudley said.

"Dudley, you don't want to be hit. It hurts, and it makes you feel like you really don't belong. Like…you're nothing but a waste of space, a piece of dirt, and when you realize that, every hit chips away at your emotions. I sometimes just wish I wouldn't wake up when I black out."

"No! I wouldn't know what to do without you. Even though we barely see each other, I still need you here. Even if you are suffering it must hurt…but…don't leave me Harry. Mum would be heartbroken if you ever died." Dudley said in panic. He didn't want to think of a world without Harry…it just wasn't feasible.

"Yeah…you're right. I'm sorry…how's Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked.

"She's fine I guess. Her and Dad didn't come from their bedroom at all…so I think they might sleep in today. That's why I came down here, I wanted to talk to you. I miss you Harry." Dudley said as he felt the tears fall down his face.

Harry felt tears well up in his eyes, and he knew Dudley was probably crying too. "I miss you too, Dudley." Harry said as he leaned his head against the door and left it there, trying to will himself not to cry.

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2 Weeks Later

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Harry smiled as he sat at the table, his Aunt was cooking and Dudley was showing Harry some of his Game Cards. Vernon was at his job, and they knew that on Tuesdays he always worked a little later. They always looked forward to Tuesdays.

"No! This card is more stronger then yours!" Dudley countered as he showed Harry his card.

"You're right. Oh well, this card is stronger then that one. So I get to take it." Harry said. He laughed when Dudley tried to keep the card from Harry and Petunia looked behind her and watched as her Nephew and her Son had a playful argument.

"Ok you two, put the cards away, I just made Dinner, and I want Harry to eat before Vernon gets back." Petunia said as she started to get the dishes out.

"I'll set the table!" Harry called out, jumping from his seat and rushing to set it. Dudley cleared the Cards off the table and ran upstairs to throw them in his room. When he came back, Harry was sitting at the table, and his Mum was putting plates of food down. Dudley started to eat and Harry looked over at his Aunt.

"Are you ok?" He asked her.

"Yeah I'm fine…just thinking over some things." Petunia said. Harry nodded his head and continued to eat his food. A little while later they were all cleaning the dishes together, laughing and flicking soap suds at each other until they heard the car pull up into the driveway.

They all froze and Harry bit the bottom of his lip as he started to hurry to his cupboard. He opened the door and went inside, his Aunt was right behind him, locking the locks that was on the door once again to make it look like he didn't get out. She went back into the kitchen and as soon as she turned to her son, the door opened and Vernon stumbled into the house. He went in the kitchen and looked from his son to his Wife.

"Where's the freak?" He asked.

"Harry is in his…where he was when you left." Petunia said. She refused to think of that small cupboard, as Harry's room.

"Really? Dudley, go over to your friend's house. I'll come pick you up later on." Vernon ordered. Dudley hesitated, but Petunia pushed him forward and he slowly walked out the house.

"Vernon are you ok?" Petunia asked as she looked over at her Husband.

"No I'm not ok. I lost my fucking job! Hey laid me off! And you know whose fault it is? It's that Freak! He's just like his fucking Parents and I bet he made me lose my job!" Vernon said as he made his way over to Harry's cupboard.

"Vernon no!!" Petunia screamed as she ran ahead of him and placed herself in front of Harry's door. "He doesn't know, and he didn't do it. Leave him alone!" She said frantically.

"I told you not to back talk me woman!" Vernon said as he slapped her in the face. He punched her and pushed her aside. She fell to the floor and tried to get up but Vernon kicked her in the ribs and then stomped on her back.

"Aunt Petunia!!" Harry screamed, hearing all the commotion that was going on. He knew what was happening and he cried for his Aunt. She was only trying to protect him.

Petunia was picked up from the floor and she looked closer at her Husband. "You're drunk." She said as she tried to kick him in order for him to let her go. But he didn't. Instead he slapped her and her head connected with the wall and she felt spots dance before her eyes. As she lay on the floor she heard he cupboard door open and she heard Harry's screams as he was hit repeatedly, and right before she lost consciousness and silently begged forgiveness to her sister and James for letting their Son be abused this way.

Harry lay on the floor, tears stinging his eyes. His body hurt and he just wanted to black out again, but it seemed like his Uncle was making sure he didn't. His Uncle was on top of him, wrapping his hands around Harry's throat. Harry gasped as his visions swam in and out of focus.

"I should kill you, you freak! I should strangle the life out of you." Vernon said. And as suddenly as they wrapped around Harry's throat, they vanished. Harry heard a zipper and he looked up and saw his uncle pulling off his pants. His eyes grew wide as he tried to back away but his Uncle grabbed him and pulled his pants off. And then his boxers were thrown off.

Before Harry could think or try to yell for help, his Uncle slammed into him. Harry gasped as the pain hit him and he screamed when his Uncle did it again. He yelled and yelled until his uncle stuffed a sock in his mouth and continued to rape him. Shred him of the last bit of innocence he had. His Uncle took the only thing that was truly his and Harry didn't understand why; He couldn't understand why. He blacked out just as his Uncle came inside of him, and started to pound into him again.

Some hours later, Petunia slowly regained consciousness. She turned her head and saw Harry on the floor, blood pulled all around him, his pants were thrown off to the side. "No! Oh god please no!" she cried as she ignored the pain that shot through her body as she rushed to her Nephew's side. One of his eyes were swollen shut, and he had blood pulling from under his lower body. Blood was mixed with Sperm and Petunia cried heavily as she pulled her nephew's limp body to her. He was hurt…hurt bad and she didn't know what to do. She had to do something.

She knew she shouldn't but she did anyway. She carefully put Harry back down and went into the living room. She went to her fireplace and looked for the Floo Powder that she kept hidden. When she found it, she threw it inside.

"Narcissa Malfoy!" She called.

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"Fuck you Lucius! Just go and meet your girlfriend, I'm sure she's waiting in her bed for you right now!" Narcissa yelled.

"I'll see you when I get home." Lucius replied leaving. Narcissa glared at her Husband and went upstairs to go check on Draco.

For the past 3 years Draco had slept peacefully. He used to wake up in the middle of the night and scream out Harry's name, saying he was hurt. She knew that he was probably feeling the connection between them, and she had tried to help her Son. But he kept insisting on seeing Harry and Dudley and she knew that she couldn't let him. She knew that Lucius would go on with his threat, so she had stayed away, and put the Memory Charm on him. She watched her Son sleep and felt the sadness creep upon her. She missed Petunia, and Harry, and Dudley. She missed them all so much that she would do anything to see them.

She closed Draco's door and made her way down to the bottom level. "Sasha!" Narcissa yelled as she made her way into he drawing room.

A little House elf popped up and bowed respectively to Narcissa. "Yes Miss?" She asked.

"I want you to clean the broken vases in the Master Bedroom please." Narcissa said. The house elf nodded her head and left with a Pop! Narcissa sat down in a chair next to the fireplace and closed her eyes, wishing she were somewhere else. Suddenly the fire blazed and she heard her name being called. She looked over to the fireplace and saw Petunia's head.

"Tuny!" Narcissa exclaimed. She saw the bruises on her face and she gasped. "What happened?"

"It's Vernon. He's done something terrible to Harry." Petunia said in a frightened voice.

"Move aside, I'm coming through!" Narcissa said as she got the Floo powder.

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Petunia waited until Narcissa was through and then she showed her where Harry was. Narcissa gasped and rushed forward, pulling the boy to her. "Oh my god! What happened?" She asked.

"Vernon has been beating us up regularly. He doesn't hit Dudley…and I had just lost consciousness and Harry was left alone with that…that…Monster! He raped him…he raped my Nephew." Petunia said as she cried into her hands.

"Don't do this to me Tunia! Don't fall apart. We are going to help him. Stay with him, I'm going to get some potions from the house, I'll be right back." Narcissa said as she laid Harry back down. Petunia went over to him and stayed with him until Narcissa came back. And then she started to give him potions and salves, helping him go through it all and she was sad to say that he would not be ok emotionally.

"This will mess him up Petunia. I'm sorry I can't do more…maybe another Memory Charm?" Narcissa asked thoughtfully.

"Wouldn't that mess him up later when he got older and the Charms were removed?" Petunia asked.

"Yeah, you're right. Just…take these. If this happens again, make sure you put these on him and make him drink those. I'll…bring you some more whenever you need it. I'll fire call you next week on Wednesday…at 1 in the morning…Lucius usually is out of the house or sleeping at that time… ok?" Narcissa asked standing up.

"Thank you so much." Petunia said as she hugged her friend. They stayed embraced for a long amount of time, giving and taking strength from each other. And then they let go and Narcissa got rid of the blood staining the floors.

"Bye Tuny."

"Bye Cissa."

And with the roar of the fire, Narcissa was gone, and Petunia was left to grieve over her failure to protect her sister's son.

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A/N: Ok what did you think? Some of you may have problems with the whole rape issue… but…that's just what happens. The next chapter will be years flashed forward to when they are at Hogwarts, in their 6th year. So, what are you waiting for? Leave a review!