Even Day: Wednesday – Day Three

Harry groaned as he awoke, the sun just peeking through the bars on his window. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep- and that Vernon would be up soon- Harry pulled himself up and rested against the wall, rubbing the sleep and blood from his eyes.

He yawned and looked around, taking stock of where he was. He was pleased to see that Lucius and Severus were fast asleep, curled up around one another, under the bed. He sighed in relief; at least Uncle Vernon hadn't seen them. His eyes wandered around the room, dispassionately taking in the blood on the walls, ceiling, bed, desk, floor—

What was that?

Harry leaned forward, wincing as his body protested the movement, and snagged the note that he hadn't noticed before.

He unfolded it, recognizing Dudley's handwriting. 'Must have left it sometime after I passed out.'

There wasn't much on the torn sheet of lined paper, just two sentences. But those two sentences were enough to cause a bright smile to light up his face and hope to warm his heart.

It merely said: I know how to get you out and to your true allies. We're leaving Thursday; be ready.

If Harry'd possessed the physical capability, he would have danced around the room in joy.

But then he heard the sound of his uncle's alarm clock, and his blood ran cold. He still had to survive today first, and Dudley wasn't on his side.

Ignoring his body's protests, Harry flung himself across the room and under his bed, prying loose the floorboard and simultaneously waking up his two animal companions.

He shoved the note under his bed, replaced the board, and placed his finger against his lips in the universal 'shhhh!' gesture before scooting back to his little 'nest'. And just in time too.

Harry had barely resumed his previous position of resting against the wall before the locks were disengaged and the door slammed open. The Beast's cruel, piggy eyes fixed on the unconsciously shivering form of his nephew.

"Stop lazing about, you ungrateful freak! Get downstairs and make my breakfast! NOW!" Vernon roared, and Harry leapt up and was down the stairs before Lucy or Sevvy could even blink. Vernon growled before shutting the door behind him and following after Harry.

~How on earth was he supposed to make his breakfast if he was locked in his room?~ Lucius growled, crawling out from beneath the bed and placing his ear to the door in order to hear what was going on downstairs. So far, all he could hear was the sound of dishes clinking against each other and pans sizzling as Harry cooked.

~I think that was the point, Lucius.~ Severus answered, mimicking his friend's position. Lucius didn't bother replying to that.

For a while nothing was heard. Soon enough, the smells of bacon, eggs, toast, and orange juice made their way upstairs. As if summoned, evil mini-whale Dursley slammed open his door and stomped down the stairs. Both animals flinched in shock, before listening harder.

"Dad! Where's my breakfast?" Dursley roared, and Lucius and Severus winced.

"Freak's got it right here Dudleykins. FREAK! WHERE'S MY SON'S BREAKFAST?"

"Coming Uncle Vernon, sir." There was a pause, in which they surmised that Harry was placing their food before them. Suddenly, there was a crash, as though someone had tossed something glass against a wall.

"I DON'T WANT EGGS! I WANT WAFFLES! DAAAAD! LOOK WHAT FREAK MADE ME DO! AND LOOK! MY BACON'S BURNED! DAAAAD!"

"FREAK! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT BURNING OUR BREAKFAST? UNGRATEFUL, NASTY, WORTHLESS FREAK!"

There was a scuffle, and then Harry was sobbing, "No… no please sir, please Uncle Vernon… Won't do it again, I'll fix it, just please d-AAAAGH!"

Then the scream was cut off, followed by Vernon's growled, "What have I told you about making noise, Freak?"

"… n-no… p-please 'ncle V'non… p-plea…"

"SHUT UP FREAK! YOU'RE GOING TO YOUR ROOM UNTIL I HAVE TIME TO DEAL WITH YOU!"

Then there was some pounding, rumbling footsteps up the stairs, weak shuffling and sobbing; and Lucius and Severus bolted back underneath the bed. All this was overlapped by the sound of the abominable Dursley Junior sniggering at his cousin's fate.

The door slammed open, followed by Vernon throwing Harry bodily through it. Harry landed with a small grunt, before curling into a defensive ball.

"Now you listen here Freak," The Beast growled, pointing threatening at Harry, who flinched away.
"I took today off so that I could spend a day at the Fair with my normal family, and I won't have you ruining it! You'll stay in here all day without food or water as a punishment for burning my Dudley's food; and when I come back I'll take care of your worthless hide for breaking the rules, and screaming. Do you understand?"

Harry whimpered softly, curling tighter into himself.

Vernon growled and stepped forward enough to kick Harry in the back. "I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Y-yes 'ncle Vernon… yessir… Freak un'erstands…" Vernon grunted and kicked Harry one more time before exiting the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.

They waiting in frozen silence as Vernon went downstairs, complained about 'Freak' with his son, then decided to take them out to breakfast instead before picking up Petunia from her friend's. Apparently, Ms. Perryweather had contracted the flu and Petunia had come over to nurse the old maiden back to health. Of course, it probably helped that Ms. Perryweather was the head of the neighborhood gossip chain, and this was a chance for the Dursleys to increase their social status.

Finally, though, the front door was slammed shut and the car drove away. Harry breathed a sigh of relief before uncurling; dragging himself across the room towards the bed. Lucy and Sevvy inched out, trying to see any new injuries besides the obvious large, finger-shaped bruises around his neck.

Harry finally managed to pry the floorboard up with his left hand, reaching in and extracting his water bottle that Dudley had given him yesterday. As Harry revealed his right hand, however, Lucy and Sevvy hissed and growled in outrage and shock.

Apparently, because he'd 'burned the bacon', Vernon had seen it fit to burn his nephew. Harry's right hand showed obvious signs of being forcefully pushed onto the hot, circular burner; the edges of the wound raw, inflamed, and bleeding.

Harry pulled the note that Dudley had written him and bunched it up into a ball. He pulled off the top of the water bottle and whetted the paper in it, placing the cool water-soaked paper against the wound. As soon as it made contact, Harry sighed in relief.

He sat there for about five minutes, until the water warmed in the humidity of the room and no longer offered relief. Harry tore a strip off of his shirt before wrapping his hand; the clenching of his jaw and breath hissing through his teeth the only sign that the action brought him total, pure, burning agony.

Seeing his two animal friends staring at him, and misinterpreting their worried gazes, Harry poured a bit of water in his shaking left hand before offering it to Sevvy. Knowing what a sacrifice it was, and knowing that he couldn't refuse in the stifling heat of summer, Severus quickly lapped up the meager measure of water. Harry quickly repeated the same with Lucy.

For himself, Harry just sucked the water from the warm, soaked paper while place the lid on the water bottle and placing it back in its hidey-hole; conserving his resources for as long as he could.

The day went over much like this. Harry would rest against the wall, running his fingers through either Sevvy or Lucy's fur, and staring at the sun as it went through its daily progression. Twice more Harry was forced to retrieve the water, as he was unable to open the door or window to relieve the sweltering heat that the abnormally hot summer day was producing in the stifled room.

Twice they heard the slamming of a car door outside, and both times all three flinched, only for it to be a false alarm.

As the sun set and it neared evening, Harry finally succumbed to exhaustion and laid down on his nest, eyes drooping sleepily.

"Tomorrow, Lucy and Sevvy…" Harry breathed out, sleep-muddled voice high with muted excitement. "Dud's gonna get us out tomorrow… you gonna leave me? Or do you… do you wanna come?"

In answer, Lucius and Severus merely curled around the prone boy's form and licked his face. Harry gave a happy, relieved, breathy giggle before falling into Morpheus' arms.

It was another two hours, nearly eleven o'clock, before Lucius and Severus heard the sound of the Dursley's car and Dudley and Vernon's booming, excited voiced recounting their day out.

Immediately, Harry jerked awake, and Lucius and Severus disappeared beneath the bed.

The sounds of them laughing and joking abruptly vanished when they came across the still-mess in the kitchen.

"Oh! Vernon!" Gasped Petunia, and Severus rolled his eyes. What a drama queen… "What happened here?"

There was a period of silence, before the mini-whale answered. "Freak did it. Dad's still gotta punish him for it tonight."

And then, as if he hadn't a care in the world, they heard Dudley turn on the television to a Doctor Who re-run. Petunia merely hmphed and began moving about the kitchen, cleaning up.

They heard the sound of Vernon make his way up the stairs, and Harry cowered.

"Oh, Vernon?" The footsteps paused as Vernon looked back towards his wife.

"Yet, Pet?"

"Do hurry up with his punishment. I've missed you these last couple of days…" She whispered in what she must have thought was a provocative, seductive voice. You could practically hear The Beast grin.

"Of course, Pet! I'll be right out." Despite the nausea that was tinting Harry's face green at the thought of the walrus and the giraffe, Harry breathed a sigh of relief. If Uncle Vernon was happy, the punishment wasn't so bad.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Vernon walked in the door and shut it behind him, holding something behind his back. He grinned cruelly.

"Why are you being punished, Freak?"

Harry gulped in fear. "F-for s-scre-screaming an' b-breaking the r-rules."

"Correct, Freak. Unfortunately, I can't take as long as I wanted to, but this should keep you from ever making another noise again." And, from behind his back, The Beats pulled out a metal choke collar.

Harry's breath hitched and his eyes widened. He shook his head frantically back and forth. "P-please Uncle Vernon… please, I won't ever scream 'gain, an' I won't cry or talk or ever, ever make 'nother noise ever 'gain, I promise! Jus' please, please, please don't…"

But his sobs were in vain. Harry fought. Harry screamed. Harry bit and clawed. But it was no use.

Vernon wrestled Harry's slight form to the ground and tightened the collar on, so tight that it was already digging into the translucent, bruised flesh. Harry whimpered and gurgled in pain.

Vernon sat back with a grin and wiped his hands on his pants. He looked down, and Harry, Lucius, and Severus' eyes were unwillingly drawn to the obvious hard-on.

Without further preamble Vernon had his cock out and shoved down Harry's throat, thrusting violently. That, combined with the air-constricting collar and the blood-loss, caused Harry to pass out.

Not that that deterred Vernon. He just continued thrusting into his unconscious nephew until he released into the unwilling mouth. He tossed Harry on the floor, where he remained, limp, with cum leaking from his mouth and blood pouring sluggishly from his neck.

Vernon merely kicked his nephew in the ribs, laughed, tucked his cock away, and left the room; the click of the locks signifying the end of this day's torture session.

Lucius and Severus darted out from under the bed and over to Harry, frantically licking his face and neck, trying to ease the pain. But Harry remained oblivious to their ministrations; his breathing labored.

At eleven thirty, the television turned off and Dudley made his way up the stair. He banged on the door five times loudly- causing Lucy and Sevvy to flinch- and laughed maliciously before making his way to his own room to go to bed.

Soon, the only sounds were Dudley's snores and the grunts and moans echoing from Vernon and Petunia's room; before even those faded and they joined Dursley Junior in their own snoring orchestra.

Severus sobbed cold tears onto Harry's pained face- in agony even in sleep.

Lucius nudged Severus' side in comfort. ~Tomorrow… tomorrow, and he shall never have to see this house again.~

Severus nodded slightly, unable to tear his eyes away from the fallen Raven. ~Tomorrow…~

A/N: I hope you're happy, since I gave all of you two chapters in one day. But really quick, I'm holding a small poll. I'm planning this as a Severus/Harry with Uncle Lucius and Adopted as Tom's Slytherin Heir. Maybe even some Lucius/Tom. But I'm open to other pairings too. Here's the poll:

Harry/Severus

Harry/Severus/Lucius

Harry/Lucius

Harry/Severus/Draco

Harry/Severus/Lucius/Tom

Harry/Severus/Tom

Harry/Lucius/Tom

Tell me what you think! And keep reading and reviewing! Ta ta!

…I Solemnly Swear I Am Up To No Good…