Pain and Secrets
Warnings- , rape, humiliation,language, au and ooc
summary- If you wont admit it happened will anyone be able to help you.
He ran, He ignored the fact that their was blood on his legs. He ignored the pain that flared up when he moved. He ignored the fact that all he wanted to do was crawl inside himself and die. The only feeling he would listen to was the one saying that he needed to get as far away from them, from there as possible. He ran into his home happy for once that his parents were out. Running into the bathroom he practically threw himself into the shower wall, again ignoring the pain that came with the action. Scrubbing his body with the soap he looked anywhere but at the swirling red water. He stayed in the water until it went from scalding to freezing. Sliding down the shower wall he placed his head in his hands water trailing down his face but no tears, he didn't think he could cry anymore.
Looking back on last night he should have realized something wasn't right. When he had been invited to hang out with some kids after the game to say he was shocked would be an understatement. Harry potter had only ever had two friends in high school Hermione Granger who was well known as being an unpopular know-it-all and Neville Longbottom a clumsy boy who messed up every area he was in and had a slight stuttering problem. Back in primary school he and Hermione had hung out with a boy name Ron Weasley but when they got to high school Ron had started hanging around with his older brothers and became "too cool" to hang out with people like Harry and Hermione.
Ron had approached him after the game and Had been talking to him for a few minutes. Harry could tell that Ron wasn't quite sober so he probably didn't even know who he was talking to but it didn't matter to Harry. He was just happy to have someone talking to him. After a few minutes Ron had asked Harry if he wanted to come to a party that some of the guys and him were throwing. Harry knew he shouldn't have agreed but the chance that maybe if he went people would talk to him and not think he was an anti social freak of nature.
For some reason though he didn't feel very comfortable at the party, Ron had left him as soon as they got their and then Harry was on his own. Harry was just about to leave when a very drunk Blaise Zabini found him.
"Well look what we got here. who invited you pretty. " the slur in zabini's voice made Harry realize the boy was drunker then he originally thought he was.
" Ron invited me. But I'm leaving. My mom wanted me home by nine" Harry's attempt at leaving was cut off by Goyle a large intimidating boy that was always seen with the in crowd.
" Don't leave yet its only eight you have a lot of time left before you got to be home and Ron said he wanted to spend some time with you before you left also. Come on lighten up have some fun " the smile on zabini's face as he said this made Harry want to run away from their very fast.
Harry found it very hard to get away from Blaise that night. Every time he tried to leave the boy would appear. Harry found out later that night that he was in allot of trouble when he found himself pushed up against the wall.
" hey pretty do you want to do me a favor" Ron's breath smelled like alcohol but he still looked pretty coherent to Harry.
" let me go right the fuck now!" Harry pushed Ron but even drunk the boy was stronger then he was. Harry struggled as Ron reached out and pushed a door open pushing Harry inside of the room. Ron pushed Harry back onto the bed and followed closely behind them laying his body weight across the struggling boy.
" please stop! please I'm begging you! god don't let this happen to me!" harry screamed but that seemed to be all he was capable of doing his body didn't seem to have any strength. he couldn't fight all he could do was scream.
"if you don't get on with it Ron I'll have to take him away from you" Harry turned his head wildly trying to find the voice, but he didn't need to he knew that voice he had been trying to avoid the owner of the voice all night.
"fuck you zabini he's mine now you just hold the camera"
A knock on the bathroom door took Harry out of his memories. He stood up and turned the shower off ignoring his fathers concerned voice from the other side of the door. When the knocking stopped he wrapped himself in his towel and ran into his room. He looked at the clothes that he clenched in his hands they were dirty just like him hiding them under his be he laid down and continued to remember and cry.