Nightmare on Privet Drive
Chapter 2: Keep your mouth shut
After Vernon had left the room, Harry had waited until he had went downstairs before he went to the bathroom.
Once Inside, he quickly locked the door. He was still breathing heavily and thought he might break into tears.
Slowly he walked to the mirror. He wasn't sure what he expected to see, but he was surprised to see the same old Harry starring back at him. Despite his bloody lip and ruffled hair, you'd think nothing had happened.
He choked back a sob as he ran the bath water. He didn't want his Uncle to hear him crying. Before he took his clothes off he checked and made sure the door was still locked. He sighed in relief knowing that he was safe for the moment.
He took off his clothes slowly, still feeling sore. He gasped loudly, noticing blood dripping down his legs. Sniffling, he grabbed some toilet paper and wiped himself clean. He stepped into the water and tried to sit down. But as soon as his bottom hit the tub floor, he groaned in pain. Miserably, he rolled on his side and relaxed.
Against his will, his mind went over what had happened. Flashes of detail went through his head. Most of it was a blur. He remembered certain things, but not necessarily in the order they happened.
He remembered crying. He remembered His Uncles' naked body crushing his ribs. He remembered seeing blood, whether it was his own, he was unsure.
'Oh yeah', he thought. 'I bit him', he remembered. 'Good.' A small smirk graced his lips as he remembered he put up a good fight. But that smirk faded as he began to worry whether or not he was going to pay for it later. His heart beat rapidly as he wondered if his Uncle planned to do this again. 'Shit!' He mentally screamed. 'No way. As soon as Aunt Petunia comes home, I'm tell-.'
'Tell anyone and I'll flat out castrate you''You'll wish you were never born'
'You'll never be able to walk again'
Vernon's threats came back to him. A deep feeling of despair filled him when he realized he didn't know what to do. Soon he couldn't hold it any longer and cried quietly. 'I don't belong here', he thought. 'I belong at Hogwarts.'
As he cried silently to himself, he lost track of time and soon there was a banging on the door. Harry froze as all the color drained from his face.
"Come on freak, get out or I'll pee on your bed", came a familiar voice.
"Ok", Harry yelled back, finding his voice. He never thought he'd be so happy to hear Dudley's voice. He relaxed slightly, now knowing that Petunia and Dudley were both home. Hopefully Aunt Petunia would realize something was wrong.
Harry quickly washed up, grabbed a towel to cover himself up, and exited the bathroom.
As soon as he turned to head for his room, he bumped onto something large and fell to the floor. He looked up to see what he hit and realized it was Vernon. Vernon towered over him, looking at Harry with a devilish smirk, noticing that his towel was not doing its job very well. Harry covered himself up, and looked up at his Uncle fearfully.
"Harry", came a female voice. Harry stumbled up quickly as his Aunt came out of her room, entering the hallway. "What were your glasses doing in our room?" She asked in her usual shrill voice, talking to Harry like she was punishing a dog. "And why are there still dishes on the table?" She asked, handing Harry his glasses.
"Sorry", he answered quietly.
"Go clean it up", she ordered before marching down the stairs. Harry quickly walked to his room.
"Remember", Vernon whispered. Harry's head shot back quickly. "Shh", he whispered, putting his fingers to his mouth. Harry turned back to his door and looking down, nodding slightly. "Hehehe", Vernon cackled, walking away.
Harry entered his room and shut the door. All the locks were on the outside of the door, so he pulled up his desk chair and propped it up against the doorknob.
"Err", he groaned as a new pain hit him. He rubbed his chest softly, remembering how hard Vernon had jumped on him.
"Harry!" His Aunt squealed. Quickly, he got dressed and rushed downstairs.
"Clean it up", Petunia ordered, pointing to Vernon's dishes. "And make something for my little Dudley", she added, rubbing Dudley's shoulders lovingly.
"A Brownie Sundae!" Dudley ordered
"K", Harry answered quietly.
As Petunia left, Harry began making brownies for Dudley's Sundae. Dudley chose to stay and harass his cousin while he cooked for him. "Hurry up Potter. Ain't got all day."
Harry cleaned up the kitchen while the brownies were baking and also had to make Dudley a sandwich while he was waiting. After about a half an hour, the mini batch of brownies were done and Harry made his cousin's dessert.
"More", Dudley ordered as Harry scooped the ice cream. "That's good", he agreed just as the ice cream mountain was about to topple over. Harry delivered Dudley his ice cream and continued cleaning the kitchen.
"Mmm", Dudley mumbled. "Not too bad Potter", he praised. "You deserve some of this too."
Harry's head shot back, surprised with Dudley's 'not too bad' comment, and was he serious about sharing. Harry had only had ice cream once, a few years ago at Hogwarts. He didn't even remember what it tasted like. "Are you serious?" Harry asked, as he stopped wiping the counter.
"Yeah", Dudley smirked. "Here you go", he offered as he took a sopping handful and chucked it at Harry's face. Dudley roared with laughter as he hit his target dead on.
Harry slowly scraped the ice cream off his face. He stared at the fat prankster, becoming numb with anger. Dudley continued his maniacal laughter, not even noticing his cousin's anger.
"This family is so fucked up!" Harry screamed, throwing a pot, which banged loudly against Dudley's skull.
"Ah!" Dudley cried, crashing loudly to the floor.
Petunia came rushing in quickly from the living room. "Oh!" She gasped, seeing her precious Duddykins' on the floor, crying in pain. "Aw! What happened?" She asked, coddling him.
"He…threw…a pot…at …my head", he answered between sobs, pointing behind the counter.
Petunia got up and peeked behind the counter, and sure enough, there was her nephew, on the floor, with his knees drawn up, crying. "Harry! What did you do?" She shrieked, shaking him violently. But that only made him cry harder. She didn't understand it. Dudley was the one who got hit, but Harry was sobbing twice as hard. "What is wrong with you?" She asked in a more gentle tone.
"Uh… Uncle… Ver…", he tried to answer her.
"Uncle Vernon?"
He nodded. "He… he…"
"He what!" She asked, getting annoyed.
"Boy!" A loud voice thundered, and Harry was lifted up by his hair. As Harry was dragged away, Petunia was horrified by the expression on her nephews face. His sobbing had stopped immediately and was replaced by intense fear. Fear, like he was about to be mauled by a tiger.
Petunia sat on the kitchen floor, still stunned at the sudden events, when she remembered her son, who had stopped crying and was now starting to get up. "Mom", he whined.
"Right here sweetie", she answered as she got up and went to his aid.
Vernon yanked on Harry's hair, pulling him all the way upstairs. He threw him in his room and entered behind him, slamming the door. Harry stumbled into a corner and sunk to the floor.
Vernon approached quickly and lifted Harry up from under his chin. "What where you planning on telling her huh?" He spat out.
"N… noth…", Harry couldn't speak. His whole body was shaking.
"Remember what I told you?" He asked, becoming calm, his hand slipping down between Harry's legs. "One word, and I'll cut it off, I swear." He smirked once again, getting an idea and slid his hand down Harry's pants.
"No", Harry squeaked.
"No? You're gonna' tell me no?" He asked, grabbing a hold of a certain something and began stroking it.
"Aw!" Harry's hips bucked on their own. Vernon chuckled, seemingly amused. Harry's face turned a deep shade of red as he realized what happened.
Vernon was about to continue when he heard someone coming upstairs. "Just keep your fucking mouth shut", he warned, throwing Harry to the ground. He quickly exited and locked the door multiple times, behind him.
Harry stayed on the floor, shame and embarrassment flowing through him. He felt worse this time then when Vernon had raped him. He was disgusted with himself. And worst of all, he knew that he couldn't tell anyone.
AN: Thanks to all the people who reviewed. I love getting reviews… well …good ones. Anyways, what did you think? I felt so perverted writing this. I wonder if Daniel Radcliffe knows about people writing this stuff. Poor guy. Hope he never finds out. Oh well. It's his own fault for being so cute. Next chapter: Help me