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Before I go on with the chapter there are a few questions that I think need to be answered in order for this story to make a little more sense and for you to know where I am going with it a little.
1. Reviewer Ann asked where is Lucius? He's in prison how he was captured will be explained later and what it has to do with Sirius's death, as well. Just know for now that he is there and I don't know if he is going to make an appearance yet or not depends where my ideas lead me.
2. Reviewer Angel asked will the Dursley's be taking only Harry's trust fund or the full Potter fortune? Ok really important question here and I am glad you asked. To clarify in this story Harry has no other money than what was left to him by his parents in his vault. No where do I recall in any of the books it saying that the Potters were a wealthy family or anything about a Potter manor if this is wrong please feel free to correct me but for the purpose of this story the Potters were a comfortable family with more money than the Weasleys but much lower than the Malfoy's and Blacks. Also Harry does not have any money or homes from Sirius either which will be explained latter on in this chapter or the next and is actually a key point to the story. So in answer to the question it will only be the vault Harry has that the Dursley's will take since he has no other if any of you don't like that than I am sorry but since this is my story it is what I am going to do.
3. Reviewer History was unsure why Harry had to return to the Dursley's so I am going to Clarify. Harry has to go to the Dursley's for a couple of reasons 1. He can't go to the Burrow since the Weasley's won't allow him to. 2. He can't stay at Hogwarts cause he can't be alone during his pregnancy and no one would be there during the summer. 3. As mentioned earlier he does not have Grimmauld place or any Potter manor so he therefore has no other place to go. That leaves him with only his relatives at least for now. I hope that is understandable and the mean reason for it is simply cause I want him to and I hold the power, laughs maniacally and then stops as it hurts throat.
Anyway that's it and now finally on with the story (your probably all board out of your minds right now aren't you) oh one last thing warning: Birth scene not to graphic, child abuse and rape and bad language and relatives.
Chapter 3. The Broken and the Innocent.
Harry said nothing as he and his uncle drove back to 4 Privet Drive, only kept his arms around his stomach and his eyes lowered. It would be better for him, if only slightly, if he looked properly ashamed of what he had done. Otherwise, his uncle would think he had gotten himself pregnant on purpose to make things harder for them, and he would be punished even more. Instead, he told his child inwardly how much he loved it and how he couldn't wait to meet his son.
His uncle didn't speak or even look at him, for which he was grateful. Although, he did notice how tightly his hands were gripping the steering wheel. They reached the house in a little over an hour (I have no idea how far it actually is, so I am going with this). His uncle got out of the car and opening the door, dragged him out as well. Harry stumbled, but managed to keep his balance despite his now huge stomach. The huge man then took his things out of the car's boot and grabbed him by the arm, dragging them all into the house.
Harry could tell that his aunt and cousin were out and he felt himself start to tremble as he wondered what his uncle would do to him. He knew what he usually did when they were alone but Harry was only a month away from giving birth. He wouldn't risk hurting the baby just to have him; would he? He tried to slip away from him; to hide in his room, but his uncle tightened his grip and forced him down into a chair in front of the fireplace. He took out a rope from somewhere and tied his left wrist to the chair's arm rest. Then he grabbed his trunk and brought it to the floor in front of him.
"You disgusting little freak," he snarled as he threw open the trunk. Harry could only watch, wondering what he was going to do. "First, we are forced to take care of you, and now you somehow get yourself pregnant like the freak you are! Forcing us to take care of your freaky child too! Not only that, but you made us pay for everything! For years! While hiding away your own wealth. We are going to take every bit of that wealth and you won't see another drop of your disgusting family's money! It's the least that you owe us for all that we have done for you."
"But that's not all boy! You are going to lose everything else you have as well. For everyday until that freak in there is born and I can't touch you as I want, you will watch one of your precious things be destroyed. And the best part is; no one will ever know! Because you are never going back to that school. You will stay here and take care of that disgusting child, because I am not having my Petunia suffering from your mistake. Plus, once the freak is born you will get a job of my choosing. And if I feel generous, I may even let you have a little bit of the money you will make. You may even be able to save up enough for you and that thing to get out of here. Eventually, and I pray you do, before I decide to kick you both out once you come of age boy. Now, which thing of your's shall I destroy first, hm?"
He turned away from Harry to rummage through the trunk to decide what he wanted to get rid of first. Harry could only watch and plead with him as he struggled against the rope that bound his arm tightly to the chair. His uncle ignored him, however, and after a few minutes, looked up in annoyance as he didn't find what he was looking for. The annoyance turned to pleasure as he looked at the boy and grabbed him; his fat hands padding him down until he found what he was looking for in his back pocket. His wand. Harry tried to grab it from him but couldn't and the man laughed as he held it out of his reach, his eyes gleaming.
"Yes. Your wand. This," he shouted venomously, "will be the first thing to go! You will never be able to threaten my family with it again!" Vernon cackled. He moved over to the fireplace as Harry tried to hold back tears, still struggling against the rope. "We have obviously been too easy with you. Which is what has lead to this, but not anymore. You'll get no more mercy from us, boy! And you will learn your place. You, and that freak of your's."
Without another word, Vernon lit the fire in the fireplace and, chuckling maliciously, snapped his wand in two. Harry tensed as he felt as if he too had been snapped into pieces and the tears broke free as his beloved wand was thrown into the fire to burn. Hedwig hooted her wings, beating against her cage as she tried to come to him but couldn't. His uncle laughed as he watched the wand turn to ashes with a puff of smoke and red sparks. When the wand was gone, he untied him and dragged him over to the cupboard where he threw him in, not even caring about what damage he may do to the baby.
"This is where you and that freak will be staying from now on. I won't have you taking up one of my rooms anymore," his uncle told him as Harry only nodded, his arms wrapped around his stomach. "You will still be in charge of doing all of the chores as well as taking care of that thing. I won't hear any complaints from you about it either, or you'll be punished. Once that freak is born it won't matter what I do to you, boy."
Sneering, he slammed the door closed and locked it, leaving Harry alone in the small room that was once again his bedroom. Out of his other pocket, he took out the rattle and stuffed owl the twins had given him for the baby, and put them on the small shelf that was attached to the back wall. The rest of his things were in the trunk, except his father's invisibility cloak, the marauders map, and his photo album that he had asked Blaise to hold onto for him and was glad. He had not wanted to lose those things. It was bad enough that he was going to lose everything else he had ever owned to his uncle's cruelty.
He couldn't even tell anyone, since he was now trapped in the cupboard, and didn't have Hedwig with him. Nor could he use his magic, since he was still underage and the last thing he wanted was to go to Azkaban for underage magic and have his son taken from him. There was nothing he could do, but someone had to check on him, right? To make sure he and the baby were okay? And the birth went all right? So, eventually, someone would find out about what was happening to him and get him out. He would just have to wait until then and hope everything would be all right.
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Days passed and no one came to check on him. The only letters he got were from Blaise. His uncle let him answer them; always the same. That he was fine, the baby was fine and there was nothing to worry about. Everyday, Vernon burned something else of his while he was made to watch and then made him do the chores. Harry struggled to get all of the work done with his huge belly and never was able to which always led to a beating though Vernon was careful not to do anything to his stomach. Dudley would only laugh as he watched him and taunt him about his pregnancy and how much of a freak he was. While making his work that much harder to do. He didn't, however, bring his friends around as none of them wanted anyone to know that Harry was a freak and pregnant while living in their house.
The only one who was remotely kind to him was his aunt, who did what she could to help him with the baby. She made sure he ate fuller meals than he used to, and even bought him the things he would need for the baby. Nappies,(is that what diapers are called in England?), bottles, formula, and clothes, with his own money of course. Vernon always gloated every time he transferred more money from Harry's Gringotts account. Which was immediately switched from wizard money to muggle money. He sometimes wondered how much was left of his parent's money.
He made no complaints about how he was treated, his concern only for his child. That was growing closer and closer to being born and he forced himself not to cry each time he watched one of his things get destroyed. That was until the day before his child was to be born when Vernon was down to his last possession, Hedwig. He hadn't seen the bird since his things had been locked away from him and she was now thin and hooting sadly. Dudley had to tie him down quickly to the chair in front of the fire before he could snatch the cage from his uncle, outraged by what had been done to his first friend. His uncle grinning wickedly, built the fire up high, and then before his horror filled eyes, threw the bird, cage and all, into the fire.
He watched Hedwig shriek and flap her wings franticly as she tried to escape the fire that was killing her. Tears blurred his eyes and he pulled at the ropes holding him wanting nothing more than to save his precious pet. He had never thought his uncle would go so far as to kill his bird though he should have since he knew how much his uncle hated it. He broke into sobs as Hedwig's shrieking stopped and the only thing that could be heard was the crackling of the fire around her burned remains. His uncle and cousin laughed at his pain and then threw him back into his cupboard where he curled up on his small bed and allowed himself to cry for his lost friend.
His body shook with the sobs that drenched his face. He was devastated by the loss of his bird and of everything else that had happened to him. Harry didn't know how long he lay there crying, but his sobs were eventually cut off by a sudden intense pain in his lower abdomen. He groaned and tried to catch his breath as he turned onto his back, wondering what the pain was. Before he could figure it out, the pain came again, taking his breath away. As he gritted his teeth, he realized what it was. His baby. The baby was coming and he was locked in his cupboard with no one to help him. Desperately, he banged on the cupboard door, hoping that at least his Aunt Petunia would help him if no one else would. He received no answer.
He was so deep in his grief that he hadn't heard his relatives leave. His uncle had been in such a good mood due to Harry's distress, that he had decided to take his family out to dinner and a movie, leaving the boy alone. It didn't take Harry long to realize they weren't there, and that he was going to have to give birth alone with no idea how to do it. Pompfrey had told him he was to go to St. Mungo's at the time of the birth, but he hadn't been able to and now he was unable to even get a message to anyone who could help him without Hedwig.
For a moment he almost let his grief take him again but then the pain returned bringing him back to the now. He cried out with the pain, feeling his baby moving within him and his body changing to accommodate the child currently trying to get out of it. For hours, he lay, writhing on the bed mat on the floor of his cupboard screaming and pushing with what strength he had, without anyone knowing until finally the baby was born, crying on the floor between his legs.
Without even knowing he was doing it, not being fully aware of anything, he used his magic to clean up the blood and other bodily fluids, cleaned and wrapped his baby in a blanket that he conjured and changed his clothes, all before passing out. The baby grew quiet, falling asleep as well, and when the Dursley's returned Petunia went to cheek on the boy only to find him deeply asleep and a newborn infant laying in his arms. A small smile nearly crossed her face before she remembered what they were and it turned into a sneer as she closed the door again, after leaving a bottle of formula by the bed for when the baby woke up.
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Harry was awakened hours later by the hungry cries of his child. Slowly, he sat up, his body still sore and painful from the birth, and was surprised to find his baby in his arms, not remembering having taken hold of him before passing out. The baby looked up at him, hands reaching and face screwed up with tears. He looked around he found the bottle of formula. He brought it to the baby's mouth who sucked on it happily while he smiled and rocked him gently.
This was his son. He was beautiful with his green eyes and reddish brown hair that could only have come from a Weasley. Anyone seeing the child would have a hard time not believing the child was the son of one of the Weasley boy's and would have to believe him about Ron. Too bad no one would ever see him. Not even the Weasley's. His smile nearly faltered at that thought, but he didn't let it as he gazed tenderly at his son.
"You're my baby little one; my son. I'm your daddy. And I will be the best daddy ever," he told him as the baby finished his meal and then looked up at him with a burp. "And even if no one else cares about us, we'll have each other. My little Sirius James. Yes, that's your name. Sirius James Potter; Siri for short. After your grandfather and my godfather. They would have loved you if they lived long enough to see you. Your grandmother too. You have her eyes, you know. Just like me. I wish you could have known them. I wish I could have known them too, but they loved us. I know that for sure."
Little Siri giggled and then with another burp, fell asleep in Harry's arms as he continued to rock him gently. His son was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he had been well worth all of the pain he had gone through to get him. Even the rejection of his friends. He had a family now, a real family for the first time in his life. With a small smile, he laid back down, quickly falling asleep with his baby in his arms.
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His uncle waited a whole two weeks after the baby was born before he forced himself on Harry again. He was pleased that now he could do whatever he wanted to the boy. Harry's chore load didn't decrease with the baby's birth, and was made more difficult by the fact that he had to take care of Siri too. Thankfully, Siri was incredibly well behaved for a baby. He slept a great deal or willingly played by himself.
His aunt helped him a little bit, and even had Dudley do a few of the chores when Harry was dealing with Siri. But the abuse didn't stop. Vernon would become enraged when the baby woke them up in the middle of the night with it's cries. Blaise continued to write him, and he was allowed by his uncle to tell him that he had a healthy baby boy named Sirius James and both of them were doing well. Blaise promised to visit or have them visit him once he was home for the holidays; it now being late August and close to the beginning of school.
Harry was distraught that he wouldn't be allowed to return to Hogwarts and instead had to stay at Privet Drive. But Dumbldore had agreed that Harry needed to take care of his child and get a job since his family couldn't take care of him forever. His uncle still had yet to tell him what his job was going to be, or who was going to take care of Siri while he was working. He hoped it would be his aunt because at least she was decent to them and dreaded having to be parted from his son for any length of time.
it was a Monday afternoon when Harry discovered just what kind of job his uncle had in mind for him. He had just put Siri down for a nap in the basket Aunt Petunia had given him, when he heard the front door swing open and then slam shut. Dudley was away at the Smelting's and Petunia was visiting with Aunt Marge. Which meant it could only be his uncle who had come home. Tensing, he listened as his cupboard door was unlocked and barely had time to prepare himself before a pudgy arm reached out and grabbed him, pulling him out into the hall.
Harry was just glad that Siri should sleep for at least three or four hours. As his uncle dragged him upstairs, he brought him to what had once been his room and he noted absently that there were no longer locks on the door, save one. The room inside had nothing except a bed in it, albeit a nice one. All other furniture had been removed and the bars on the window were gone as well. Harry noted all of this in surprise, wondering why his uncle had gone through all the trouble of changing the room. No one even used it, and it made Harry worry slightly. He had even painted the walls a faint blue color. All of this confused him.
Vernon pushed him down onto the bed and Harry knew what he was going to do now as he was stripped of his clothes. He bit his lip and fought back the tears that filled his eyes as he sat on the bed, exposed to his uncle. He was surprised when he felt something cold snap around his left wrist and looked over to find it now chained to the bed's headboard. Harry looked up at his uncle in confusion, not knowing why he thought he needed to cuff him when the man could easily hold him down without it.
Vernon said nothing, though pleased by his confusion and only removed his own clothes. Harry braced himself as the man pushed him on to his stomach on the bed and nearly bit his tongue off to keep himself from screaming as he plunged into him. He didn't know how long it lasted, and hated every moment of it, but when he finished, his uncle did something he had never done before. He took a cloth and a bowl of water from the foot of the bed, cleaned himself, and then cleaned Harry, too. Harry shuddered as he touched him, not knowing why he was doing it.
"Have to make sure you look good, freak, don't we?" His uncle laughed as he finished. He stood up as a doorbell rang downstairs. His grin grew as he looked at him with an expression that terrified the sixteen year old. "Ah! My first client is here. Mustn't keep him waiting."
Harry said nothing as he sat up but the confusion must have shown on his face, because his uncle laughed again as he dressed. He scooped up Harry's clothes and took them with him, leaving Harry with nothing but the bed. Was the man going to leave him here, chained to the bed? Naked, while he had clients? Why would his clients come here? He never had appointments at the house if he could help it, not wanting them to find out about his freaky nephew.
"Oh, they're not here to see me, boy. They're here to see you," Vernon said, still laughing as he opened the door to leave the room. Harry's face paled with his words. "I'm not the only one who wants a piece of your ass, freak. And since you're so willing to spread your legs for people, I might as well make a profit off it."
Harry gasped, and his uncle left the room, leaving him alone to contemplate what he had said. At first, Harry didn't want to believe it. He kept telling himself that it was a trick of his uncle's. To frighten him. But then, why would he have done up this room and gotten a new bed and chained him naked to it? Could his uncle really be that cruel? Yes. Harry knew he could be. He shuddered when he heard him open the door below and speak to someone, a man by the sound of the voice.
His body began to tremble as he pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. His uncle was selling his body for money. To anyone he knew who would want him. Harry was about to become what everyone at Hogwarts thought he was already; a whore. Tears poured from his eyes as he was unable to hold them back at the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. What was he to do? How was he to stop this when he didn't have his magic? What would his uncle do to Siri if he tried to get away? What would the ministry do?
He couldn't lose Siri. The baby was his life, the only thing he had left. There was nothing he could do. It was either allow his uncle to do as he wanted and keep his child, or try to use his magic to free himself and lose his son. Either to his uncle, or to the ministry. He was trapped, and as the door opened, he shut his eyes. He tried to make pretend like it wasn't happening. Even as his head was yanked up and rough, uncaring, lips were pressed harshly against his own.
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Time passed slowly for Harry for the next few months. His life was a living hell with the only bright spot being his son. Siri was what kept him going; what allowed him to survive the constant rapes and beatings. The imprisonment for hours at a time. In the room he now hated, where he waited for client after client until his son would wake up or his aunt would come home and he was allowed to go.
He had no one to talk to, no one to help him. He had been threatened by his uncle not to tell his aunt about it, who he was actually relieved to discover had nothing to do with it. Dudley wasn't there and even if he was, he wouldn't have cared and Siri didn't understand. His uncle never left him alone when he was writing a response to Blaise's letters. So there was never a way he could tell him either. He was effectively trapped and he felt helpless to stop what was being done to him.
He was given little to eat and he was able to hold down even less than that, feeling constantly dirty and tainted. He hated himself and his own weakness. He wondered what the wizarding world would think if they could see their savior now. He was terribly thin and bruised, he trembled constantly and couldn't stand to have anyone touch him except Siri. He honestly didn't know what Vernon's clients liked about him, but then, most of them were like him. Probably just liked having someone weaker that they could dominate without fear of repercussions. Some of them were pretty violent themselves, though some were at least gentle with him, and most never really even looked at him. They just took what they wanted and left.
He didn't even know how much they paid his uncle for the use of him since the man wouldn't tell him. He had claimed however that he had put some money aside for Harry without specifying an amount or telling him where it was. So he had no idea if that was true or not. He didn't really care much either since he doubted he would ever see it. He did know his uncle was making a lot of money off him and his body, so he wouldn't want to get rid of him until he had to. The longer he kept the money from him, the longer he would be able to keep a hold of him.
So, that was where Harry was trapped in a life of sexual slavery while he struggled to take care of his son; wondering every day how much longer he would be able to keep this up. Currently, he sat on the bed in the dreaded room with his left wrist chained to the bed as he waited for Vernon to either let him go or bring up another client. He was naked, of course, and cold because winter was now here and the Christmas holidays were starting. Dudley, in fact, would be back tomorrow. He thought longingly of the Christmases he had spent at Hogwarts. His arms were wrapped around his knees and his head was buried in them as he sobbed quietly.
He was crying so heavily that at first he didn't hear the soft tapping at the window of the room. As it grew louder and more insistent though, his head shot up. He saw the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. A dark brown owl with a letter in its talons. Though he couldn't get off the bed, he was close enough. With a little stretching, he opened the window and let it in, glad that the bars had been removed. The owl came to the bed and dropped the letter before settling near him and for a moment, Harry only stared dumbly at it and then realization came to him.
He was in a room by himself with an owl; without his uncle to tell him what to write. He needed to send a message, somehow get someone to figure out what was happening to him and come help him and his son. But he didn't have a lot of time because soon enough, his uncle would be back and he would lose this opportunity. Quickly, he looked around for something to write on and with but found nothing. The room was bare save for the bed, himself, the owl, and the letter. The letter, he could write on the letter.
He snatched it up as the owl watched curiously. He tore it open without reading it. The only thing he saw was that it was from Blaise and he smiled knowing he would help him. But, he still needed something he could write with. He hesitated for a moment and then ruthlessly bit down on his finger, hard enough to pierce the skin. Using the blood on his finger, he turned the letter over and wrote only a few words, trembling as he heard someone coming up the stairs.
"Here. Take this back to Blaise. And hurry please," he told the owl as he gave it the letter. The owl took it and flew back over to the window, not understanding why the boy wanted to return its master's letter. "Thank you."
Harry watched the owl leave and quickly shut the window again so that his uncle wouldn't know what he had done. His heart pounded in his chest and he was trembling. But for the first time in months, he had something he never thought he would again; hope. He had hope that Blaise would see the letter and come at once to see what was wrong. Then he would take him and Siri away from here if he even wanted him after he found out what his uncle had done to him. But he refused to think about that right now; as he sat curled up on the bed. He braced himself for whatever was to happen next, good or bad.
A/N: OK, so how many of you out there are going, "Oh my God! What was this person thinking?" What can I say? I am cruel to my characters but things will get better for Harry. I can promise Blaise and Draco to the rescue in the next chapter. Yes, Draco will finally make a true appearance in the next chapter! What will the Weasley's do when they finally see Harry's child? That looks like Ron! I will say only that Harry's suffering isn't at an end yet but this story will have a happy ending because I hate stories that have sad endings. Who out there wants to see the Dursley's be arrested and get what they deserve? I do. I hope you liked this chapter and please keep reviewing if you want to see more.
Oh, one more thing. I want to give Blaise someone eventually, but I am not sure who. Any suggestions?
Oh and I know the babies name wasn't very original, but I love the nickname Siri, so I wanted to go with Sirius James and I am sorry if people wanted something else.