A/N Okay so i realize that i havent updated in a long time and im sorry about that...My muse has a tendency to run off for a very long time before finally coming back only to stay for a very short time...but since the last movie has come out and i have finally seen it it has seemed to bring my muse back thank god... also i had thought i had already posted chapter 1 but apparently not my b...im sorry about that...as an apology i'll try to get chapter 2 up tonight as well but im not making it a promise...well enough with my rambling...onto chapter 1 of Demons Lay Dormant

Warning for this chapter: RAPE! very violent explicit RAPE! please dont flame and i realize that what i made Vernon do might very well be impossible but i needed something that seemed more terrible than just the act itself...you'll know what im talking about when you get there...i put a page break before the rape scene tho it is quite necessary...

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT MY IDEAS

enjoy

Chapter 1:

Before the Change

As Harry regained his consciousness, he felt as if his lung was going to tear in half. Breathing shallowly, Harry picked himself off the floor and noticed he had been lying in a puddle of blood.

'Great, bloody-fuckin' great, just something else I have to fucking clean up.' Harry glared at the puddle like it was a disgusting little bug that should never have dared to cross his path. With a sigh, Harry got up and gingerly walked to the door. Peaking out to make sure he wouldn't run into anyone, he headed for the bathroom closet. He grabbed a bucket and a sponge. Filling the bucket with warm water and soap, he went back to his room and cleaned up the puddle of blood.

'Sometimes I wonder if being a wizard is worth all the beatings.' Harry sighed as he looked at the bedside clock. He had always been beat, but ever since he turned eleven it had gotten worse. The clock read 4:45 a.m. Harry sighed, 'I seem to be doing that a lot lately,' and carefully got dressed. By the time he got dressed, it was five o'clock and time for him to start making the Dursley's their breakfast. Harry gingerly moved around the kitchen trying to decide what to make for breakfast. He finally decided on waffles after ten or so minutes. He slowly walked over to the cabinet that had the waffle iron and grabbed it. He took it back over to the counter and plugged it in. As the waffle iron heated up, Harry got out the ingredients needed and made the waffle batter. When the waffle iron was ready, he poured the batter into it and set the timer for ten minutes. Harry then set the table, made four pieces of toast, and poured a glass of mild for Dudley. The timer went off so Harry took the four waffles out of the waffle iron. He poured more batter into it before buttering the four waffles and putting two on Dudley's plate and two on Vernon's plate. After that, he set about making coffee for Vernon and tea for Petunia. Harry scarfed down the piece of toast he made for himself just as the timer went off for the second batch of waffles. He buttered these also before setting three of them on a plate in the middle of the table and one of them on his Aunt's plate. He cleared the stove, poured Vernon's coffee, Petunia's tea, and got out the uncooked bacon. After setting the coffee and tea on the table, Harry made the bacon and put that on their plates as well. He was just finishing up washing the dishes when he heard a thump up stairs. Harry looked to the clock, surprised to see that it was already six o'clock.

'FUCK! God I hope he doesn't do anything.' The thumping got louder as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came down the stairs. As they entered the kitchen and sat down at the table Petunia ordered Harry to go wake up her "precious Dudikens." Harry inwardly groaned as he trudged up the stairs. He walked in to Dudley's room and cringed. 'God what does the kid do to make it smell so bad in here?' Harry walked over to Dudley and stood over him calling out his name.

"Dudley, time to get up. COME ON DUDLEY! IT'S TIME TO GET UP!" Harry was just getting ready to scream at Dudley again when he was suddenly punched in the stomach. All the air Harry had sucked in for the second scream whooshed out as he doubled over in pain trying to breathe.

"Oops. Sorry Potter. I thought you were someone else." Dudley said smirking all the while.

'Uh-huh. Sure, you mother fucking bastard.' Harry wheezed as he made his way out of Dudley's room, still trying to catch his breath. As Harry pushed open the kitchen door a list of chores was shoved in his face.

"If these aren't done when I get home…Well you know." Vernon smirked and pushed passed Harry and out the front door. Petunia got up from the table when they heard the car door slam shut.

"Well boy? Get to work!" Harry jumped and nodded, already on his way out the back door to tend to the gardening.

After he weeded and watered and fertilized the garden, he mowed the front and back lawns, cleaned the house from top to bottom until it practically sparkled, washed all the dishes, did all the laundry, and made lunch and dinner; not once stopping for a break or for food. He had just collapsed on his bed; all the chores done, when he heard Vernon walk in the door. Harry groaned; his whole body throbbed in pain. His right lung felt like it was being shredded over and over again with every breath he took. Five minutes later and Harry was asleep, gone to the world.

The sound of Harry's door hitting the wall violently startled the young man awake. He looked to his clock to see that it was about midnight, then looked back to the door way to see Vernon's hulking frame standing there staring at him.

"Is something wrong Uncle Vernon, sir?" Harry asked timidly. Vernon walked over, and Harry could smell the stench of alcohol coming from him. Harry's eyes widened and he started to panic.

'Oh shit. Not again, please not again.' As Harry tried to scramble away, Vernon grabbed his hips. Vernon ripped Harry's shirt off of him and undid Harry's pants, roughly pulling them down Harry's legs.

"Rolve er." Even with his speech slurred Harry knew exactly what Vernon had said. Harry rolled over; felt Vernon get on the bed behind him, and heard Vernon unzipping his pants. Harry heard the rustle of clothes before Uncle Vernon yanked his ass into the air and shoved his cock up to the hilt in one thrust. Harry opened his mouth in a silent scream. Tears streamed down his face as Vernon grabbed Harry's cock and started to ROUGHLY yank it in time with his thrusts. More tears streamed down his face as Harry shuddered out his involuntary release. A couple more hard thrusts and Vernon came inside Harry. Vernon pulled out and forced Harry to roll over again before shoving his cock in Harry's open mouth. Harry had retreated into his inner mind after his involuntary release and now just went through the motions. He didn't gag, having long killed the reflex, as Vernon literally shoved his cock down Harry's throat, even going so far as to lifting his testicles up so they would fit in Harry's mouth too. Harry licked, sucked, and hummed; trying anything to get Vernon off faster. It wasn't long before Harry heard Vernon grunt, and felt Vernon's seed being shot down his throat. Harry's lungs were screaming for air when finally Vernon pulled out of Harry's mouth, pulled up his pants, and left the room. Harry just passed out lost in the world of nightmares; only to be woken up by his alarm clock at 5 am the next day to do it all over again.

A/N well there is chapter 1 in all its horribly gruesome "glory"... i'll try to have chapter 2 up tonight...key word being TRY tho i will try very hard...it might not be up until the wee hours of the morning...well good day and until next chapter! =D also sorry it is rather short...but i do believe the next chapter will be quite a bit longer