It's Better to Be Pissed Off than Pissed On

Alright guys, now the story going to take a bit of a turn, there will be physical abuse coming up as well as emotional. And Neglect, and Harry will be forced to things against his will (nothing sexual) just wanted to give you a heads up.

Side note: the story will eventually go back to each chapter having a mini plot and mostly fluff, but right now I have a plot I want to write.

Harry sucked in another breath as he let out a wail. He was sitting smack in the middle of the room. He wouldn't let Emily touch him until he got Cesar.

"Wan'- wan' Cesar!" he shrieked kicking his feet as hard as he could.

"I know but I can't get him, I'm not sure you'll-"

"NO! No! No! Wan' him now! Get him now! I wan' Cesar!" he sobbed, his face was red, tears spilling down his cheeks. Poor Harry had lost his Daddy his home and his best turtle all in one day, his heart couldn't take it.

Emily sighed irritatedly as she bent down to try and pick him up. Harry angrily shoved her away as hard as he could knocking her into one of the cribs.

"Harry!" she said angrily straightening back up.

"Don' care! Wan' Cesar!" he tried to catch his breath to yell more but he couldn't, he was to worked up. Daddy would know what to do but Daddy wasn't here anymore. He cried harder, his entire body trembling.

"Harry stop it! I don't have the patience to deal with a tantrum right now," she huffed attempting to pick him up again.

Harry screamed as loudly as he could and bit her, hard, on the arm.

"Ow! You little creep that hurt!" she yelled cradling her bleeding arm to her chest. She glared down at him.

"Good!" Harry yelled back, he shoved her again this time she fell hard on her back. He shot up from the floor and ran to the door wrenching it open. Emily had forgotten to lock it.

Harry was going back to Daddy, and no one was going to stop him.

….

Severus' heart lurched. The entire room looked like they all believed Skeeter, with his sad sighing and emotional sniffling. His chance of winning was getting slimmer and slimmer. Just then the main doors opened up and in walked his salvation, Remus Lupin.

Now the question remained: Would he help Severus?

….

Harry glanced both ways before darting down the hall. Tall iron doors lined both sides, there were no windows. Harry screeched to a stop as he heard voices approaching, he needed to hide. Quickly!

"Harry get back here!" Oh no, Emily was coming.

Harry ran to the nearest door and tried the handle it was open. He quickly went in and closed the door with a snap. He turned around and gasped.

Jackpot.

He was in the garbage room. He walked to the far wall and pulled open a large metal shoot. He peered into the shaft and smiled he could see light at the end, that meant it lead outside! He wrinkled his nose at the smell.

Honestly, the things he did for Daddy.

He sucked in a big breath of clean air and heaved himself up into the metal door. He was just about to slide down when the hall door burst open and three female nurses stood there, one of the being Emily.

"Oh no, not happening," Emily darted forward before Harry could get away she snatched his arm and yanked him out of the garbage shoot.

"NO! Let Harry go! I's leavin'" he shouted.

Harry tried to squirm out of her grip, but she was too strong for him.

Emily swung him up on her hip and held him there firmly with one hand while the other hand took hold of his trembling chin.

"Listen here young man, I won't be cutting you anymore slack. You will be changed, fed and put to bed. If I have to use magic I will, understood?" she said giving him the stink eye.

"Go 'head, goo' luck," he said, glaring at her through his tears. He would make her wish she had let him get away.

Emily carried him back to the nursery where she lay him down on the change table. She let go of him for a second to reach for a new nappy and bam! He yanked open the baby powder and shook his in her face, covering her in the stuff.

"arrrrgh, Harry!" she yelled wiping the heavy powder from her eyes.

"Oops?" he asked batting his eyes at her.

She glared at him as she grabbed the powder away and set it down out of his reach. Harry smirked, he had grown up with Dudley, who was an expert on getting his way.

Emily pulled down his pajama pants, as she leaned over to pull them off his feet he kneed her in the chin.

She reeled back, clutching her jaw. Emily slowly looked up her eyes livid.

She stomped back over to him and lifted his thigh up giving him a handful of swats on his bare skin. Harry's eyes watered she was hitting him harder than Daddy ever did!

"Ouch! Stop dat!"

"Kick me again, and you won't like what happens," she snarled, yanking his pants off.

Harry glared, what he was going to do next would push her over the edge he was sure. He wanted her to quit and he knew just how to do it.

He lay quiet as she pulled off his nappy and cleaned him, she smirked at his rash. Emily raised an eyebrow at him and picked up the tin of cream. She laughed as she hid the tin, "looks like we have nothing to make it better," she mock pouted at him. She pinched his bum, hard, right on a really raw part causing Harry to whimper.

"Did that hurt?" she asked innocently.

Harry kept quiet, she would pay for that. He waited until she leaned over to get the new nappy under his bum and then he did his worst.

He relaxed his muscles and peed.

She shrieked as it sprayed her clothes and hair.

"How dare you! How dare you!" she yelled over and over. She had moved out of range, but Harry had done the damage. He giggled as she freaked out.

"You think this is funny?!"

She pulled a wipe from the box and cleaned her hair, gagging as she did. She pulled off her robes, she wore a t-shirt and jeans underneath.

She pulled out her wand from her pants and waved it around him. Before Harry oucl process what she was doing, he was flipped over, thick ropes tying him down. His arms and legs were tied down, as well as his middle so he couldn't buck up. The new nappy vanished. Harry yelled and squirmed trying to get loose, it was a lost cause.

She marched forward and raised her hand.

"Wait no-" Harry yelled craning his head around the see her.

She brought her hand down with a mighty slap, the sound reverberating off the walls. Harry wailed. Again and again she spanked him, his skin was already raw but now it was starting to turn purplish. Harry could barely breath enough to wail and scream. He kicked and pleaded and begged her to stop but she was ruthless covering his bum and thighs in sharp smacks.

"P'ea-se" he sobbed brokenly, "Harry b-be good, p'omise, p'omise. Emileeeeee, p'ease!"

She ended with the hardest ones yet right on his sit spots. Harry howled in pain, trying to wrench his hands free to cover his bum.

"I swear I can make this more painful if you misbehave again," she threatened as she untied him.

Harry whimpered, but kept quiet, terrified to upset her more. The second he was free he reached behind him and rubbed his sore bum. She flipped him over without a trace of sympathy and he began sobbing anew and diapered him. His skin burned fiercely with the nappy chaffing against it. She left the pants off and plopped him into his crib.

"You don't get dinner tonight," she snarled before slamming the door behind her, locking it.

Harry whimpered once before howling again. He just wanted to go home to his Daddy.

"P'ease save Harry, Daddy," he cried, before lying down to get the pressure off his bum and thighs.

Harry wished with all his might that his Daddy would come soon, he couldn't hold out for much longer.

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