The Four Steps to Hell
Chapter 4: At the Hands of Demons and a WhoreFSTHFSTH FSTHFSTH FSTHFSTH FSTHFSTH FSTHFSTH FSTHFSTH FSTHFSTH FSTHFSTH FSTHFSTH
The demons may raise a hand,
In hopes of leaving their brand,
Upon such fragile skin,
And hurt their own kin,
The whore alone, couldn't stop him,
And the future may be grim,
Such occurs when the damned,
Have a ward to command.
-Corvus Nyx
WARNING RAPE SCENE WARNING RAPE SCENE WARNING RAPE SCENE WARNING RAPE SCENE
Around ten the next morning, Harry walked into the Doctor's office. "Good morning Dr. Davies." Harry said, even though the doctor, didn't look that good. He was actually extremely pale and had bags under his eyes. Something was very off, and Harry had a sinking feeling as to what it was.
"Morning, Mr. Potter..." The doctor trailed off before his eyes widened and he spoke clearly again, "I suppose we shall be looking at those memories."
"Yes, sir,"
"This way then," The doctor said leading Harry to a big basin looking thing with stuff swirling in it. The doctor hesitated before saying, "Just put your face up to it and we shall enter the memories. They will go consecutively, in the order you took them out. I have a special, pensive, with something akin to a TV remote so we can pause and such. We will have to talk about what we are about to see here."
"Yes, sir," Harry said, eyeing the basin, then walked up to it, took a deep breath, and put his face into it.
The doctor was soon in the memory beside him. "Are you ready to face the past, Harry?"
"Yes, I think I am," He told the doctor, who then nodded and pressed a button, causing the first of the five horrific memories to begin.
They were back at privet drive, and Harry was sitting in a chair, tied down, at the kitchen table, he appeared starved.
"Harry, would you mind explaining this to me," The doctor said pausing it.
"I, I had been a bad boy," Harry said in a childish voice.
"How?"
"I had said the M word." Harry looked down ashamed, and slightly fearful.
"What is the M word Harry?"
Harry gazed at the paused picture of his uncle and mumbled to himself, "It's just a memory" Then turned to the doctor, "I said," He gulped and gazed at his uncle one last time, "Magic"
"You said magic, and this happened?"
"Yes, cause magic is bad, and doesn't exist."
The doctor nodded and hit play, causing the scene to continue. Vernon was berating Harry and teasing him. The entire family was sitting and eating, except young Harry. Harry was instead looking starved and was unable to eat. Vernon smirked and look at Harry as he stuffed sausage into his mouth, "Looks good doesn't it, freak,"
"Yes, sir, it does" Harry said softly.
"You want some don't you?" Vernon said chuckling
"Yes sir, I do,"
"Well, you ain't getting any, freaks don't deserve to be fed, got it?"
"Yes, sir, I understand" he said, as his stomach yelled differently at him.
Vernon smirked and the family laughed as they continued to feed their gluttonous appetites, while Harry sat hungry.
The memory began to change and was immediately paused.
"How did you feel when that happened Harry?" Dr. Davies asked him.
"Like I deserved it. I was a bad boy, so I deserved no food." Harry informed him, staring at his shoes.
"No one deserves that Harry," The doctor told him.
"I thought I did at the time," Harry said bluntly.
"What do you think now?" He asked Harry.
"They were wrong, utterly wrong," Harry said with a bit of anger in his voice.
"Alright, ready for the next memory?"
Harry nodded, he wanted to see them and get them over with.
The memory faded out as a new one faded in and they found themselves in the Dursley's living room.
Vernon glared at Harry, "You fucking freak, we get you a haircut, and this is how you thank us? Growing it back?" Vernon let out a grunt and then punched Harry in the gut right as Petunia walked in.
"Vernon!" Petunia screeched, "You shouldn't hit him!" Petunia said motioning to the boy now crumpled on the ground in pain.
"Why not? He's just a freak." Vernon said.
"Honey, I know he deserves it, but others don't see things the way they are,"
"If we could just explain it to them I'm sure they understand," Vernon said, getting purple with anger, "They may even help us beat the freak out of him,"
"We can't tell anyone, you know that," Petunia said, wraping her arms around her husband, the best she could that is. "I don't want you going to jail. Over the freak none the less."
Vernon let out a grunt, "Fine,"
"Now, lets look at his bruise," Se picked the scrawny child up off the floor by his arm and raised his shirt. The purple bruise immedatly began to fade and a look of triumph crossed Vernon's face.
"Looks like we won't have to worry about anyone learning, he heals himself." Vernon gleefully announced to his wife.
"Alright, dear, I won't stop you then," Petunia said and strolled out of the room.
Vernon approached Harry and brought his hand down smacking Harry again, and again. The smacking and occasional punching went on for an hour, every time a mark was left, Vernon would wait until it healed itself up before hitting the boy again.
Vernon finally threw the boy in the cupboard and walked off happily.
The doctor turned from the sad scene to the boy it happened to, "Harry, how often did that occur?"
"After that night?" The doctor nodded grimly, expecting the answer, "Every chance, every excuse my uncle had to do it, he used."
The doctor nodded and noticed Harry's eyes had slightly darkened from their normal bright emerald to a more forest green.
"Next memory then?" The doctor asked Harry who nodded.
The memory again faded to another scene.
They were in the park and Harry was running like hell from a fat blob. "Who is that?" The doctor asked Harry, pointing at said fat blob.
"My cousin, Dudley,"
"Why is he chasing you?"
"This is when he had just invented a new game. He had wanted to play it right away." Harry explained, nonchalantly.
"Whats the game?" The doctor asked, worried.
"Harry Hunting. This is the first, and last time he ever lost his prey."
The scene continued until Harry wound up back at Number 4 Privet Drive. Harry went to his cupboard to rest. About 30 minutes later, and loud noise was heard, and then, the voice.
"Dudley, whats wrong?"
"The freak, wouldn't play with me, he ran instead," Dudley told his father smugly, "He was afraid of me,"
"Thata' boy," Vernon said, "Scare the little shit," Vernon was grinning from ear to ear. He then shook his head and said, "I'll grab him" And that Vernon did, he reached into the cupboard and pulled Harry out by the scruff of his neck with one hand. Vernon's other hand was gripping Harry's arm.
"Let go," Harry pleaded, his neck was in pain and he felt like crying.
"Listen hear boy, we feed you and clothe you, so least you can do is play with our boy when he asks!" Vernon hollered.
Harry said nothing, he was too busy trying to block out the pain.
"Fine, you want to do this the hard way." Suddenly the pain in Harry's neck was as if it wasn't there, then seconds later a blinding pain from his arm occurred. He doubled over, trying not to scream as he gripped his arm. Harry looked down and his arm was bending the wrong way. Vernon, however didn't care as he continued to move his fat lips, "You will play with Dudley, no matter the game, end of story," He then pushed Harry back into his cupboard.
The memory faded again and a new memory occurred.
Harry was standing before his aunt and uncle, his grades in hand, and they looked between him and the grades, appalled. Harry had out done their son. Vernon walked forward, gripped Harry and for the first time in Harry's life, Vernon punched him in the face.
"You fucking freak, don't ever cast some freaky spell on the teachers again," Vernon yelled. He punched him again, and again, until Harry blacked out.
Harry awoke, and the memory returned to light, in what looked like a basement. Harry was tied in the middle on a chair and began coughing up blood right away. Vernon came pounding down the stair and smirked. "Good morning freak,"
Harry said something back, but it was muffled between the coughing up of blood.
"What did you say?" Vernon asked
"Good morning sir," Harry repeated trying to be clear.
Vernon walked up to Harry, grabbed his hair and pulled back his head then punched him in the gut. He smiled and said, "You must really like pain," He smacked Harry across the face.
Vernon came back twenty minutes later, and ate right in front of Harry. At the end of his meal he smiled and said, "Freaks don't get food," He then walked off; this went on for three days, till they finally released him.
The memory faded and the final one appeared.
Harry's uncle walks up to him and grabs him out of the cupboard smiling. "Your aunt is out of town for a couple of days, so you are coming with me." He drags Harry upstairs to the bedroom, Harry was getting paler by the second, both in the memory, and the real one.
When they got to the bed room Vernon smirked and pulled down his pants, his fat covering any private areas. He picked up his fat, revealing a equally fat dick, and told Harry, "You have two options, A) I beat your face in B) You suck on that," He said pointing to his penis. "Its all up to you Harry."
Harry gagged to himself, but lowered his head and opened his mouth to suck anyways. Vernon smirked, "Good choice," Harry proceeded to give Vernon a blow job with Vernon moaning and groaning. Afterwards, he ordered Harry to go retrieve him some food, pronto. Harry did so, and then went to sleep in his cupboard.
The next day, Vernon grabbed him again, and took him back to his room. "This time you will pull down your pants." Vernon told him smirking as he took off his own pants. Harry, looked worried but then Vernon smacked him, and hard. Harry quickly removed his pants. "Your undies too," Vernon told him.
Harry looked fearful, but removed those as well, while mumbling, "Yes sir,"
Vernon then pinned Harry against the wall and stuck his dick in Harry's ass, no lubricant or anything. After he was done fucking Harry. He smiled and smacked him hard. "You weren't enthusiastic enough," Vernon told Harry, then punched him in his gut, and threw him into the cupboard.
There Harry cried himself to sleep, begging, for a place to go other then there.
As the memory faded, Harry broke down crying, and curled up in the fetal position. He wouldn't leave the pensive, he couldn't move as he cried and rocked himself back and forth.
