WARNING: This chapter contains graphic rape and is not suitable for children. If you do not like that then don't read… you can skip to the next chapter though if you want…
"Guys," said Lily quietly though addressing the rest of the class, "This is Harry, my best friend."
Only silence greeted her comment as neither Harry nor the rest of the class wished to say anything. Lily was looking awkwardly at both parties as though a fight might break out any moment. Harry's face was unreadable.
However no one expected what happened next;
Mark, the so called 'leader' of the boys group, stepped forward and clapped Harry on the back effectively pulling the mask off Harry's face to be replaced with a look of surprise.
"Thanks mate for… you know… yesterday and all…" he began awkwardly, "but anyone who looks after Lil is good with us… or at least me…"
"Oh… um, no worries… I'd hardly be a good friend if I didn't go help her out…" replied Harry quietly.
Both boys suddenly looked at Lily who was bouncing on the balls of her feet and looking on the verge of hysteria for some reason.
Until she snapped; running forward she pulled both boys into a hug and burst out crying with happiness.
"Erm… s'alright Lils…" tried Mark patting her on the back though adding in an undertone to Harry, "Why's she crying?" to which Harry only shrugged before bursting out laughing.
"Harry!" cried Lily pulling away and looking mock offended, "I know you're thinking I'm absolutely mental now aren't you?"
"Lils, I'd hardly be human if I didn't think you were mental a long time ago" replied Harry still chuckling at her which earned him a hit in the shoulder.
Though that did effectively loosen the tension in the room as more people started to loosen up and laugh a bit.
After chatting and getting to know each other a tiny bit, their teacher walked into the room and told them to begin on their work though she did call Harry and Lily out of the classroom.
"How are you feeling Ms. Jasmyne?" she asked solemnly, being the only one to ever call Lily by her last name, which she hated.
"Fine Miss." Replied Lily with a smile albeit a bit forced.
"And Mr. Potter, though your measures were a bit… extreme… I thank you for rushing to the aid of your fellow classmate." She added with a smile making it clear that Harry wasn't even receiving a detention.
Harry only smiled though trying desperately not to laugh.
"Oh very well, I suppose I should let you continue with your work then." She said ushering them back into the classroom not noticing their giggling at her solemnity.
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry as it was the second happiest day he could ever remember (the first being that day in the library with Lily).
He'd managed to make friends with almost everybody in his class as most of them were in large groups of friends anyway and followed whatever another did.
Even Lily was beaming as they both walked to the motorbike after school.
After both putting on their helmets and getting on the bike, the familiar screaming from Lily started up.
"You'll never get used to her will you?" asked Harry amusedly patting the bike as they dismounted in front of the coffee shop.
"No." said Lily stubbornly to which Harry only laughed.
While both were sipping their hot chocolates, Harry could be found once again staring out the shop window.
"Harry? What's wrong…? I thought you were happy to meet more people…" asked Lily confusedly.
"Wha… Oh no, no Lil, it's not that," Harry rushed to assure her, "I was just thinking… I'm going to have to go back to Vernon's tonight… and tonight's when the fuckers come over to play cards" he added bitterly, obviously referring to Vernon's friends.
"Oh…" replied Lily quietly not knowing what else to say, "…You can always come and stay at my place again… my mum thought you were a sweet, charming boy so she won't mind and the plain fact that you have a motorbike means you're O.K with my dad…"
"No I can't Lil; I have to face them again at some point. I'd love to come though," he assured her seeing her face fall, "But you understand? I can't keep running away…"
"Yeah alright then… If you're sure Harry but be careful… If you need any help then just call me or ride over to my place okay?"
"Sure thing…" Replied Harry but Lily was unconvinced. If she knew Harry, and she did, he'd only make things worse should anything happen.
As Harry dropped her home and rode off, Lily hastened to call Mark, Daniel, Jason and Brandon and a few others whom she knew could help.
As Harry parked the motorbike, he could hear the distinct sound of 'the fuckers' as he'd so kindly dubbed them, laughing in that way that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Though his plan was to walk quietly into his room and not be noticed, it was thwarted by the fact that they had heard the motorbike pulling up.
All of them were waiting for him as he opened the door, Vernon in the front, his nose covered by a large bandage and other cuts and bruises around his body. He still seemed to be walking with a limp after Harry had kicked him.
"Where the fuck have you been?" growled Vernon, grabbing him by his hair.
"None of your business!" yelled Harry trying to escape but the fuckers wouldn't have any of it.
As he was easily grabbed up by the largest one of them, not even the slightest bit of Harry's kicking and punching seemed to help.
Dumping him unceremoniously on the carpet in the lounge, they all crowded around with a greedy look on their faces.
"This'll show you to mess with me, freak!" yelled Vernon amusedly, standing back to watch, though Harry had the distinct feeling that he wouldn't have been able to perform even if he had wanted to.
Harry struggled as much as he could but with four large full grown men ripping off his clothes, there wasn't a whole lot he could do. One of them had gagged him while another kept entering Harry causing him to scream piercingly even through the gag.
Even through his screaming, Harry could hear Vernon laughing sadistically in the background though he did not hear any of the sirens outside or the door being busted open.
Harry didn't notice any of that until all the fuckers were off him and being pummelled by some of the guys and even some cops who were dragging them outside.
If the guys noticed Harry's state, they didn't let on, probably guessing his preference for Lily to tend to him.
"Harry!" cried Lily rushing up to him and covering his shaking body with a blanket though not before he passed out.
A/N: Wow… That was some of the darkest stuff I've ever written… hope not to do that again…
Anyway, I should also point out that as well as dreaming this actual plotline, I also kind of got the idea from the song 'Concrete Angel' by Martina McBride.
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