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Chapter Four: The Worst is Over
When Harry got back from the audition, he was extremely happy. Correction, he was happy until he got home and his uncle grabbed him the moment that he walked into the house, not even bothering to close the door all the way.
He grabbed Harry and dragged him into the bedroom. Harry looked over and saw that the television was on again. There were two boys showcased in this porn. His uncle made him sit down and watch it with him. The larger boy stripped the smaller one of all his clothes and led him to the bed where he proceeded to touch him on his dick. He ran his hand up and down the shaft while the smaller boy moaned and withered beneath him. Then, the larger boy straddled over the smaller and prepared the man's entrance. Then he placed his cock into the boy's hole which caused much moaning and grinding. It lasted for twenty minutes. When the movie ended, his uncle leaned over him and said in a husky tone.
"I want to reenact that."
Harry looked at his uncle who was already starting to remove his clothing. Harry trembled as his uncle picked him up and shoved him down on the bed, his body straddling the young boy.
Harry tried to run away but his uncle forced him back on the bed. He then stripped himself of his own clothes and ran his hands all over the younger boy's body. Harry cried as his uncle roughly grabbed his penis. He cried even harder when his uncle placed his dick into him without any warning and plunged in all the way forcing Harry to cry and scream.
It was then that Harry passed out from the pain.
It was then that his uncle continued to fuck his unconscious body.
It was then that the admissions officer for Hogwarts, the arts academy, walked into the room. She had entered when she saw that the door was already partially opened.
It was then that Harry Potter was rushed to the hospital.
Harry woke up in an unknown place. He blinked a few times when he saw that the room was all white.
A woman was in the room with him and he turned his eyes to stare at her. When she noticed him looking at her with his huge emerald eyes, she smiled encouragingly and began to talk to him.
"Hello." The women said, "My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the head of the Admissions Department at Hogwarts."
"Hello" Harry said in a quiet, weak voice.
Minerva smiled at his sadly before continuing. "I was the one that rescued you from your uncle. You will never have to go back to that blasted family again. Who do they think that are treating an adorable, innocent child like that! It's repulsive!" she ended her speech fuming but when she saw the scared child on the hospital bed she calmed herself.
"I hope you don't mind but I filed for adoption of you. I hope that since you are going to Hogwarts that you could stay with me." She said while smiling at him.
Harry's eyes widened impossibly wider and he let a smile slip through his lips.
Minerva laughed quietly and said "you should be getting more rest dear. I'll leave to talk to the doctor so that you can go back to sleep."
She went to his bed to kiss him on the forehead but he jerked away and started to tremble.
"I'm not going to hurt you dear." She said.
He peered up at her with tear-filled, expressive eyes. "Okay." He said quietly. He lay perfectly still and let her brush back his hair and give him a motherly kiss on the forehead before leaving.
Harry tried to go back to sleep but all he could think about was how nice the lady had been and how the lady did not hurt him. Better yet, the lady wanted to adopt him.
It was the next day and Minerva, as he was instructed to call her, was leading him to a huge castle-like building.
"This is Hogwarts" she said. "The principle is Mr. Dumbledore. He is planning on meeting us later today to get your schedule planned and everything ready for when school starts in four months. There are many different types of teachers here that I'm sure are going to love you. You play the guitar, correct?" she said.
"Yes Minerva. I am also a vocalist and a pianist." He said quietly.
"That is surely very impressive, I must tell you. Well, you will need to meet Mrs. Sprout, the vocalist teacher. There is also Mr. Snape, the piano teacher. You might want to be as polite as possible around him; he doesn't really like the younger children too much. And I am the guitar teacher. There are plenty of other teachers for music, dance, and art but I'll talk to you about them later."
Harry nodded and walked alongside her.
She showed him around the building and finally showed him where they were going to be living.
When you first walked in there was a living room with cream colored walls. It had two sofas and a loveseat which were in burgundy leather. There was a television the corner but the main piece of entertainment was the piano. Harry walked to the piano as if in a trance and let his hands glide over to the top.
Minerva watched him fondly and told him to play something.
Harry looked up at her and nodded before sitting down on the bench. He was going to play Caprice Bohémien.
He let the piano guide him though the music. He knew that the piece was meant to be played with other instruments, and maybe later he would get people to play with him, but he loved the way the piano sounded by itself when he played this song.
When he finished, he looked up to see Minerva with tears in her eyes. She wiped them off before showing him to his new room.
This room had royal blue walls with silver trimming. His bed was a stripped pattern alternating between emerald green and royal blue with a small silver stripe between each color.
The room had all the other necessities including a desk, chairs, dresser, and bedside table. The part that he liked the most was the window seat the overlooked the lake.
She explained to him that his room was for during the summer when no one else but the teachers was around. During the school year, he would have to share an area with five other boys.
Harry thanked her and did something that he had never done before, he hugged her.
She smiled down at the little boy and pat him on his silky hair.