Author's note: I have no idea how this became so graphic but I was hit with inspiration in the middle of the night and started typing. This is what it turned into. This is what got me rolling on fixing and finishing this story. If you do not like graphic rape please feel free to skip it. It is just some history between Harry and Tom. It is not necessary to understand as it will be mentioned in vaguer terms later. But if you're into this kind of stuff read on and let me know what you think.

In other news I'm leaving for a family vacation (I'm going to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter!) on Wed so I'm going to post the rest of this story a little faster. There are only 5 chapters to the entire thing so I shall post them about a day apart so they are all out before I leave.

xoxo Lifeless

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just a disturbed mind.

Harry woke to the feeling of a hand stroking his face. He jumped back and opened his eyes. Standing over his was a tall, pale man with short black hair and ice cold blue eyes. He knelt down next to the tiny child. "Well, aren't you a pretty little thing. But, you know, there is a price for sleeping in my warehouse." The man reached out and placed a hand on Harry's face. "We'll have to come up with some kind of payment."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." Harry said cringing away from the hand. "I don't have anything to give you. I'll leave." Harry made to stand up but the man's hand moved to his shoulder, keeping him in place.

"I'm sure we can work something out." The man said with a smirk. "I'm Tom. What's your name?"

"Harry" The boy said softly.

"Well, Harry," Tom said, pushing Harry back forcing him to lie on the floor. "You are going to lie there and do everything I tell you too." Harry whimpered. He didn't like how the man was talking to him. Uncle Vernon use to use a similar voice right before a particularly vicious punishment. It sounded like he was being nice but Harry knew he wasn't.

Before he could object, Tom was kneeling over Harry with his legs on either side of the small boy's thighs, pinning him to the ground. Tom placed a hand on Harry's thin chest and caressed downward to his oversized jeans.

"Please stop." Harry whimpered. The pale man just slipped his hand under Harry's shirt as he leaned forward placing kisses on his neck. Harry was trembling. He didn't like this. The man's touches made him feel sick. He tried to crawl away but he was trapped under the man's weight.

All of a sudden the hand slipped under the waistband of Harry's pants and boxers. Tom's hand gave his penis a tight squeeze before sliding around his hips to Harry's butt. Tom used his free hand to yank down Harry's bottoms. He tossed them aside and slid his hand up Harry's thigh. Harry squirmed, uncomfortably. Tom gave the boy an evil smirk before removing his hands from the small body.

Harry let out a breath of relief. Then Tom began to undo his own trousers. He worked them down below his knees without letting Harry escape. He grabbed a hold of Harry's hips and scooted him forward. Tom pulled the boy's thin legs out from under him and rested them on his own thighs. The man's hands were large enough that they wrapped completely about Harry's narrow waist.

Tom kept one hand gripping Harry's hips tightly so he couldn't get away. The other moved back to the boy's bottom. With no warning he slipped a finger into the boy's anus.

Harry cried out. "No! Stop it."

"Now Harry, you have to pay me for letting you stay here tonight." Tom said wiggling his finger in the boy's tight hole. Harry whimpered again and began crying.

Tom shoved another finger into the tiny boy causing him to shriek. He spread his fingers apart a few times in every direction. He could already feel the boy starting to bleed. That was Tom's favorite part. He ripped his fingers out and wiped the blood on the boy's shirt.

Tom grabbed a hold of the Harry's hips again and lifted him slightly to get a better angle. He forced his way in using only his pre-cum and the child's blood for lubricant. Harry screamed. He was sobbing now, begging for it to stop. Tom pulled out almost completely then plunged back in violently.

"Stop. Please. It hurts. Just stop. I'm sorry." Harry pleaded. Tom just chuckled and pulled back again. He reveled in the child's screams as he pounded into him. As he sped up his thrusts got harder. Harry wasn't screaming anymore but gasping for breath as each thrust knocked the wind out of his small body.

When Tom finally came Harry screamed again as the salty liquid filled his torn rectum. Tom let go of Harry's bruised hips and placed his hands on either side of the boy's head. He sat there on his hands and knees with his dick still buried deep in the boy panting for breath.

Harry was still sobbing. His whole body was shaking, wracked with fear and pain. Tom leant down and placed a gentle kiss on the boy's lips. Then he stood up causing Harry to slide off his now limp cock. The boy let out a cry as his abused body fell to the floor roughly.

"Please come and stay here anytime." Tom laughed as he tucked himself back in his pants. Harry let out a whine but didn't move. His eyes were squeezed shut. Tom wouldn't be surprised if he found the boy in the same exact spot the following night. It was unlikely that he would be able to walk in the morning.

Tom gave Harry a small nudge with his foot forcing him to roll over onto his stomach. He admired the sight of blood and semen leaking from the child's small white ass. He reached down and ran a hand though Harry's messy black hair causing more sobs.

"I'm sure I'll see you again Harry." Tom said. He walked away with a smile on his face as the broken child finally passed out.

-x-

Harry hopped down from the fire escape he used to get into his latest place of residence. He turned to head out of the alley to see the figure of a man blocking the exit. Harry froze. He would know those eyes anywhere. They had haunted him for the last year. He had only just stopped jumping every time anyone came within five feet of him. This had cause problems for him at school. He had once again been labeled a freak and had to work very hard to hide his home situation from the concerned teachers.

The pale man walked forward and Harry pulled out his switchblade. After his last encounter with Tom he had quickly found somewhere to get a knife and taught himself to use it. He'd spent the rest of the summer learning to protect himself. With Tom blocking the only exit it was time to put his skills to the test.

"Oh Harry. I was hoping I would run into you again." Tom said with a leer. Harry waited until he was close enough then slashed out with his blade. Tom was taken by surprise and Harry managed to slice his pale cheek. Before the man could recover Harry took off at full speed out of the alley. He ran as far and as fast as he could and when he couldn't run anymore he found himself near the public library. He quickly dipped inside. He made his way to the back corner and sat down to catch his breath. Once he had calmed down he found a book and read until closing.

Tom stood in the alley and watched him run. Slowly a smile spread across the man's face. He did love it so much more when they put up a fight. This was going to be a great game.

-x-

Six months later, Harry was sitting in the abandoned house he'd been staying in since Tom had found his last place. He was ecstatic to find that this place had an old bed still in it. It was broken and a bit moldy but he had lost his sleeping bag when he had run from Tom and the bed kept him warm.

He had just finished his English paper and was curling up to go to sleep. He fell asleep quickly but was soon overcome with nightmares. They seemed so real. He could feel Tom sitting on him, holding him down. Harry woke with a start to find himself staring into those eyes once again. He hadn't been dreaming. Tom was once again pinning him down.

Harry screamed and struggled to get free. "Hello again Harry." Tom said. He had both of Harry's thin wrists in one of his hands.

"Let me go!" Harry demanded.

"Oh no. I've finally caught up with you. It's time to take my prize." Tom smiled. Harry fought harder. He threw himself around trying to rip his wrists from the man's grip. It was useless. Tom was much stronger than the malnourished 11 year old. The man laughed and pulled a piece of rope from his pocket. He tied Harry's wrist to the headboard of the old bed and undid the boy's jeans, idly taking not that he was note longer wearing clothing 5 sizes too large.

"NO!" Harry yelled. "Stop. Don't do it again." Harry's bravado crumbled as Tom removed his pants. Tom stared down at the small boy as he pulled hopelessly at the ropes and tried to buck him off.

"A bit feisty tonight I see. Well then let's try something new." Tom pulled down his own pants in a way very reminiscent of the last time he had taken the small boy. He grabbed his hips and flipped the boy so he was face down into the moldy mattress. Harry continued to squirm and buck until he felt something prod his entrance. He immediately stopped moving.

"Please don't." Harry begged. "Don't do this."

Tom laughed. "Why would I ever give up my well-earned prize?" He pushed in slowly without stretching the boy this time. Harry screamed as Tom enjoyed the tight feeling surrounding him. Once the boy had quieted to a soft whimper he pulled out quickly. Harry let out a shriek. Tom plunged back in. As he repeatedly drove his cock into the child, Harry sobbed. Tom moaned and whispered into the boy's ear about how good he felt. Tom thrust in one last time, as deep as he could go, and released.

Tom collapsed on top of Harry and lay there until he had recovered. He hauled himself up and pulled out. He put his pants back on and looked down at Harry. Much like last time the boy was breathing hard and trembling.

"It's always a pleasure, Harry. In fact, I think I'll just keep you here." Tom said running a finger down Harry's cheek. "You just rest up. I wouldn't want you to be too tired when I get back." Tom walked out of the room leaving Harry half naked, tied to the bed.

Harry tugged at the ropes for an hour before giving up and falling into the sleep he exhausted body needed. When he woke hours later every movement sent pain coursing through his body but he continued to yank at his bonds. With a great amount of pain he managed the flip himself on his back where he had better leverage. He pulled at it until Tom arrived again that night. The cruel man laughed as he caught sight of Harry's bleeding wrists before raping the boy again.

This went on for three days. Harry would spend all day trying to free himself from the bed and Tom would show up, give him some water, and violate him. On the fourth day Harry finally managed to slip his wrist from the rope. He sat up quickly then cried out in pain. He carefully maneuvered himself out of that dreadful bed. He cringed at the blood and cum stains that covered it. He gently pulled his pants back on and gathered his things. He would definitely not be coming back here.

Harry crept out the back door and limped away. He walked for about an hour before he couldn't go any farther. He found a diner and went in. He ducked into the bathroom and locked the door. When he looked in the mirror Harry cringed.

He looked awful. His hair was greasy from not being washed and matted from rubbing against the mattress with Tom's rhythm. His green eyes were dull and lifeless. There was a streak of blood down the side of his face from where Tom had stroked him after stretching him 2 nights ago. His shirt was falling off one shoulder showing off the hickeys Tom had left.

Harry ripped his eyes from his reflection. He dug in his backpack and pulled out a bottle of soap. He turned on the sink and started to scrub his face. Once his face was clean he moved on to his hair. He pulled off his shirt and scrubbed his torso until it was raw. He slipped on a clean shirt from his bag and wet a paper towel. He gingerly wet his tender bottom trying to get the dried blood and semen off without causing himself more pain. It was a tedious process. He then washed it with soap, ignoring the sting, and proceeded to scrub his legs.

Harry pulled on cleaner pants and threw all the bloody paper towels in the trash can. He shoved the soap back in his back and limped out. He took a seat at a back booth and laid his head on the table. Harry was so focused on holding back his tears that he screamed when the waitress placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart." She said giving him a worried look. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Harry said quietly. He dug in his backpack and pulled out the wallet he had stolen from his uncle almost three years ago. He pulled out three dollars. "What can I get with this?"

The waitress looked at him with pity. "How about a bowl of chicken noodle soup and some toast?" She suggested.

As if on cue his stomach rumbled loudly. "Thanks. That sounds great." He said. "and a big glass of water please." She nodded and went to get his food.

The waitress brought his food and watched sadly and he shoveled it into his mouth. He forced himself to slow down when he saw her look. He was also afraid if he continued at that pace he would throw it all up. When he finished he tried to pay the waitress she said, "It's on the house sweetie." Harry almost cried at her kindness.

He limped out of the diner and searched for a new place to sleep before he collapsed.

-x-

Harry encountered Tom five more times over the next three and a half years. Three times he got away, twice he wasn't so lucky. The next time Tom caught him Harry was locked up for a week. He turned 12 during that week. Tom visited him at least once a day, sometime more. It was torture. The last time Harry managed to escape before Tom had a chance to come back. He had already started working for Remus and the man was so concerned when he didn't show up for his shifts and came back a mess a week later. Harry made up a story about being sick that he was sure Remus didn't actually buy but the man didn't push, which Harry was eternally grateful for. Tom had found him twice in the last year but Harry had gotten away both times. Harry thought it had been because his skills had gotten better but apparently he was wrong.

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