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Chapter 2

Harry's mind was swimming. He had passed out from the pain of his uncle beating and raping him. He couldn't quite remember why he had woken up, until he felt it again. 'It' is referring to the soft, gentle licking sensation he felt on his cheek. Harry slowly turned his head and locked emerald eyes with a pair of golden.

As Harry's head began to clear, he could make out a shape surrounding the eyes. The grey blob slowly turned into the form of a dog. A beautiful snow white dog, with piercing golden eyes. Harry slowly reached out to pet her soft looking fur.

"Hey girl. How did you get here?" asked Harry as he continued to pet the dog.

"Eh, what am I saying? Like you can talk to me. You wouldn't be the first. My friends don't talk to me either. I can't even remember the last time Ron or Hermione have spoken to me. It was probably just to make some derogatory comment, so maybe it's best that I don't remember."

The puppy seemed to nod her head in agreement at what Harry was saying.

"Ha, you may not be able to speak to me, but it seems like you can understand me perfectly," Harry chuckled.

"Boy! Get your lazy arse into the kitchen NOW! We want our breakfast!" thundered Vernon from the kitchen.

"Well, I better get to that. It wouldn't be beneath him to kill me for not getting there in time," sighed Harry as he slowly rose from the fetal position he had currently been in.

Harry slowly pushed the cupboard door open and limped his way into the kitchen.

"It's about time! You lazy boy! Look at your cousin, he is so hungry that he's practically waisting away!" screeched Petunia.

"I doubt that could ever happen," mumbled Harry under his breath, as he made his way over to the stove. He turned it on and began to make the eggs and bacon.

"What was that?! You little worm, how dare you speak back to your aunt like that! It is a privilege for you to live under this roof and eat our food! If I would have known how much of an ungrateful brat you are, I would have sent you to an orphanage years ago," roared Vernon.

"It's okay, dear. You didn't know that my disgusting sister would produce such ungrateful ill spawn. But you know what they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," sneered Petunia.

Harry kept quiet. He knew that if he said anything now that his uncle would beat him and he wasn't sure if his body could take it after so little time had passed since the last beating.

"I know dear, but I fear that we have been too kind to the boy. We have tainted his mind into thinking that he is above all this. We need to remember to remind the boy that he is scum. He is, his parents were, that whole bloody school is full of freaks and scum, and Harry is right in there with them," said Uncle Vernon.

Harry tried to keep an expressionless face, but it was harder to keep as the verbal blows kept coming.

"You know, dear, we wouldn't have this problem if your sister hadn't been such a whore. God knows how many men she hooked up with before this mistake came along," commented Vernon.

"SHUT UP! SAY WHAT YOU WANT ABOUT ME BUT LEAVE MY MOTHER OUT OF THIS!" screamed Harry, finally not being able to handle the comments.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME IN THE FASHION YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT! I HAVE PUT A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD FOR 15 YEARS AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET?! I'VE PUT FOOD IN YOUR STOMACH AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?!"

"THIS PLACE HAS BEEN NOTHING BUT HELL TO ME! FOOD?! WHAT FOOD?! I BARELY GET SCRAPS ANYMORE!" yelled Harry.

"That is it boy! You will finish making the food in silence and you will return to your cupboard. If you thought you weren't getting food before, so help me God, I will make sure you don't even get the scraps! You will be punished for your insolence later, boy," said Vernon as he finished his tirade.

Harry quickly became silent. He knew that his body couldn't get through again what it went through last night...

"This is what you get! You disgusting waste of space!" yelled Vernon as he continued to beat Harry, who was currently bond to the bed. Harry tried not to scream. He knew that screaming would only please his uncle more.

When Vernon finished beating Harry, he quickly undid his pants and started to take of Harry's.

"NO! PLEASE! Uncle Vernon! Please don't do this! I'm sorry for being a disgrace to your family! I'm sorry for being a waste of space!" cried Harry, trying to stop his uncle from what he intended to do.

"Begging won't get you anywhere, boy. You should have thought of that before you ever came back from the God forsaken school!" said Vernon.

'Nooooo!' were Harry's last conscious thoughts before he felt his uncle slam into him, and he passed out.

'Dear God no, I can't go through that again,' Harry thought desperately. He had been raped by his uncle before, but he usually waited until Harry had passed out from the pain of his beatings.

Harry finished the breakfast and served it to the Dursleys.

"I almost forgot, boy! Go fetch Dudley's new dog and take her for a walk. When you get back it's straight to the cupboard for you," said Vernon.

"Yes Uncle Vernon," sighed Harry as he found the dog, put her leash on and headed out the door.