Sirius doesn't die. But there are mentions of rape, child abuse, slash sex, and maybe male preg or threesome.
Chapter 3
It was a week after the school year had ended, and the summer was faring rather well, comparatively. Harry lay in his bed, the emerald green glow of his magic surrounding him, healing the worst of the damage. At least he hasn't raped me this summer, Harry thought to himself, yet. Slowly, the lacerations covering his body began to heal, leaving behind pink scars, looking for the entire world as if weeks had passed from the injuries. He sighed as he felt that he had healed enough to be able to function properly. Even with his healing, he could never get rid of the evidence, he was not that skilled; and besides, this was a large part of him, a reminder as to what he had been through. Slowly, gently he allowed himself to rise into a sitting position to stare out of his window. The glow of his magic faded back beneath his skin as he studied the night sky.
Harry? Hermoine's soft voice brushed against his mind, pleading with him to tell her if he was all right. His body tensed at the intrusion. Thankfully, it was not like when Snape had "taught" him occulmancy. Suddenly, a thought crossed his mind…'maybe he could use this somehow…' he thought to himself. Finally, after a long pause while he figured out his plan, he responded to her insistent callings.
Hermoine, he called out to her through their bond, would you help me with something? His mind had begun rapid calculations as to how things could work. If he remembered correctly, the sibling bond that they shared now extended the blood protection to her home, so he would not have to stay with the Dursleys. But first, he needed to get away from his bare, impersonal prison.
Anything, Harry. She paused in thought, what are you thinking?
Could you meet me in south London, say, Thursday at about 3 o'clock? His thoughts were hopeful, a feeling that laced his words as they drifted through her consciousness.
Sure, was her immediate reply, but how are you going to get there?
He grinned, his eyes beginning to light with mischief that had not been there in too long. I'll manage, he thought back, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he thought of what he could do to get out of the house. It would just take a bit of planning…especially if he wished to get there without any new bruises, or memories for that matter.
Author's Note
My muse has up and died, so I decided that with this post I would present a challenge for anyone who is interested. I want someone to take over this fanfic and maybe complete it. Here is what I was thinking:
The fic that created must contain these chapters within it, in any order.
These chapters CAN be modified however you wish, but must have some resemblance to the original chapters.
There must be abuse from the Dursleys and some of it MUST have been sexual abuse
Harry must be smarter than he lets on (hides behind Gryffindor mask of stupidity)
It must be fun and if you wish to acknowledge my part in the writing, fine, if not, fine
I'm sorry that I couldn't complete this, and thank you for understanding, and remember, this challenge is currently off of the books, but if you would like, I will make it an official challenge should my readers wish it. Thank you all for reading and reviewing my work.
