A/N: This fic contains torture, sexual torture and mild language. Reader's discretion advised.
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It was Harry's summer before sixth year at Hogwarts and his life was a living hell. The summer before the Dursleys had gotten word that Sirius Black had dyed from Dumbledore. Of course Dumbledore being the senile old fool that he is sent a letter telling them what happended and that they should be nice to him all summer. This seemed to egg the dursleys on and they got revenge on him for being nice to him after fourth year. They physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred him. During the day time they would make him work excruciating jobs. They made him wear all black when he would go out and work outside. When it was particularly hot they made him wear a black hoodie so that he was even more in pain. When he finally came in they would give him random things to drink, sometimes it was extremely hot water that he would spit out and get beat for spitting all over the floor that petunia had just cleaned( harry knew damned well that is was HE who cleaned the floor) or at one time warm 'apple juice' that turned out to be dudley's urine. At night they would beat him till he passed out then Vernon would use his smelling salts to wake him up to beat him again. Harry would never cry, and THAT made Vernon truly upset. So now Harry was his last week of summer hell lying on his bed. Visions from voldemort never bothered him. In fact he started to enjoy some of them. It was a perfect way to vent out his anger on Vernon. Watching others writhe in pain to what seemed to be an infinite amount of different dark magic curses. His favorite so far was a fat muggle man that reminded harry of Vernon.
Flash back. (warning torture scene, contains sexual torture, you have been warned.)
(in harry's vision)
A fat muggle man and his family where bound by invisible ropes in their home with death eater's surrounding them. The family was composed of an extremely fat man,(the same size as Vernon) who had a small patch of black hair and a bushy mustache. He was wearing a black tuxedo, like the rest of the family he looked like he just came back from an extravagant evening out. His wife a beautiful blonde woman with deep blue eyes whom was skinny, but not as skinny as petunia had a beautiful face, soft looking skin and a smaller-than-average rack. The son who was just a little smaller than Dudley so he was just smaller than a baby whale had short blonde hair and brown eyes like his father. The house harry could see was a rather expensive looking one that harry imagined was a mansion of some sort.
A deatheater came up to the father and spoke. "well muggle filth you have a nice mansion here all alone miles away from civilization. I think I'll take it for myself." The deatheater laughed at the man's facial expression. Voldemort was sitting on a throne that he most likely conjured himself and was watching the scene with a bored expression. The surrounding deatheaters were watching, but harry couldn't see their faces because of the masks.
The same deatheater spoke again,
" But first a little fun" The death eater took out his wand and cast crucio on the helpless muggle.
Voldemort who, until now sat with a bored expression on his face seemed to grow tired of watching and ordered the deatheater to move aside.
" now filthy muggle you will know what true pain feels like. If you thought the crutacious curse was bad this will be hell." Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at the fat man. "cyndicus" the mans skin started to peel itself of in tiny strips. Harry watched fascinated by the spell and the mans screaming. Once all the visible skin was peeled voldemort stopped the spell. "minimalis inflamari" he whispered, and the mans cloths were burnt of him, the spell while not making a flame big enough to incinerate his entire body still left scorch marks on his skin. Harry was wandering why the man had not bled to death yet and saw that there was a small rune that voldemort had wordlessly cast on his forehead. With all the man's cloths burnt of it left him naked in front of his family and the deatheaters. He tried to move and cover up his penis but the stripped away skin hurt him to much so he gave up.
"see how defenseless and weak the muggle race is my fellow deatheaters? Look at how pathetic this useless bag of meat is. Now watch as I take away everything that matters to him. Imperio!" he shouted while pointing his wand at the mans wife.
"now my darling" voldemort conjures a knife and it hovers in front of her.
" skin your only child for me"
"yes master"
The mans screams for his wife to stop this nonsense and kill that monster, but his wife ignores him and starts skinning the boy alive. Voldemort cancels the silencing spell he has on the boy so he can hear the fat whales screams. When the task is done harry notices that all the family members have the same rune on their foreheads as the father. The father still being bound struggles against the magic ropes to stop his wife, but it is hopeless and the man just keeps hurting himself by agrevating the wounds on his body.
"now it is your turn you fat useless meat sac." With that said voldemort orders the wife to take out a poker that was in the fireplace a couple of meters away. The poker's tip is orange and burning from the fire.
" That position just wont do. Now this.." voldemort points his wand at the fat man and makes his rectum point in the air and cast the petrifying curse to lock him in the uncomfortable position. The mans face is smothered by the ground so he suffocates. Voldemort seeing this releases the mans head from paralysis and the man moves his face sideways to breathe. Now his position is even more uncomfortable.
"now my dear it is time to show your husband what it feels like to be penetrated." Sending a silent command to her she moves behind her husband and with one slow and agonizing push, pushes the hot poker into her husbands rectum. Voldemort releases the spell on him so his back falls to the ground, making his rectum go even tighter around the poker than it was before. The mans voice now to raw to screams just lays there sobbing. Blood would have come out through his mouth if it wasn't for the rune on his head. Voldemort then points his wand at the man and makes him levitate. The poker still up his rectum follows and voldemort points his wand at the poker and casts a sticking spell so it stays their. He then casts another spell on the poker to make it burn until he releases it. The man now is levitating so he is facing towards all the deatheaters. Voldemort then addresses his deatheaters.
"my followers tonight you have fun with this muggle whore!"
he releases the woman from his imperio curse and the eight deatheaters that he brought with him begin to rape and torture her, making sure she doesn't die and taking pleasure in her body and screams. The levitating man is stuck there watching this all happen to his wife, and cries even harder. The next day he is found in the middle of the street hung on a streetlamp with the poker still in his rectum, his wife below him and his skinned son next to his wife who has a knife in her hand. According to muggle investigators his wife snapped and killed them both.
End flash back
Harry smiled at the memory. His happiness was short lived however when he heard Vernon crash into his room carrying a metal bat and some matches.
"Boy do you know what today is? It's your birthday! And I have a wonderful surprise for you!"
Vernon then quickly lifted up harry's only friend over the summer Hedwig out of her cage then in one quick motion broke her left wing. Harry who was lying on his bed jumped and reached to take Hedwig away from vernon's clutches but failed as Vernon hit him in the face with his bat. He then brought the matches up and lit Hedwig on fire. Vernon's face was that of pure happiness watching harry cry over Hedwig's body. He then put the tip of the metal bat into the fire to get it hot and then hit harry in the chest. Harry's world burst into pain. The pain from the initial impact plus the pain from the heated bat was almost to much to bear. Harry almost passed out but sadly did not. Vernon kept up the beating until the flames on Hedwig went out. To tired to go on Vernon left the room, locking behind him. Leaving harry in the room, bloodied and bruised to fall asleep with the smell of his burnt friend to keep him company.
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