WARNING! There is a rape scene later in the chapter. If you hate reading that kind of thing I suggest you skip the very end and go to the next chapter.

I just want to say I am SO SORRY for the long wait! I totally forgot I was writing a story until I literally tripped over my notebook where I had some of this written. To make up for the wait I wrote two chapters and posted them both. Chapter 7 is also nearly finished so it should be up by Monday. Again so sorry.

Chapter 5: Diagon Alley Part 2

Harry lay in bed, on his back, staring up at the ceiling as he contemplated the pros and cons of getting up for the day. 'On the one hand I have absolutely nothing to look forward to. Hogwarts doesn't start for another two weeks and I can't go to the Weasley's this summer.' Harry had gotten an owl from Dumbledore a few days ago explaining that Harry would not be going over to Ron's so that he would have time to "mourn his Godfather in peace" or some such rubbish but Harry wasn't a fool. He knew this was another of Dumbledore's manipulations and he was done. Dumbledore's manipulations had cost him the last family member he'd had and Harry wasn't going to play nice anymore, or so he told himself. It was hard to believe given his current situation. This led him to his reason for getting out of bed. 'If I don't get up Uncle Vernon will beat me and I don't need another beating so soon after yesterdays.'

Yesterday while making dinner he had supposedly burnt it beyond salvaging and had been reminded that he was not allowed to screw up. 'Because obviously I'd forgotten.' Harry thought sarcastically. After a few more minutes of thought Harry sighed and mentally prepared for the pain getting up would bring him. He held back a whimper as the cuts his uncle had carved into his back last night stretched as he pushed himself into a standing position.

"Fuck!" He gasped, breathing raggedly for a moment before he got his pain under control. Harry managed to make it to his closet where he took out a pair of pants and a shirt before heading to the bathroom to shower. Harry closed and locked the door before he undressed and put his clothes in the hamper. He turned so his back was to the mirror before looking over his shoulder at the word his uncle had carved into his back. Unwanted. 'This is what I am. No one wants me and that's probably for the best seeing as everyone around me ends up dead.' Harry thought morbidly before turning around and looking at the other two words carved into his skin. Whore had been carved by Dudley a few days after he had been accused of teasing him and Useless had been carved by his uncle a few days into the summer holiday.

Harry shook his head and stepped under the spray of water, biting back a scream as his cuts burned. He washed the blood off and stumbled out of the shower after turning the water off. Harry patted his body dry since his wounds were nowhere near healed enough to drag even the softest towel over them. Harry pulled his clothes on trying not to aggravate his wounds farther and headed silently downstairs. He entered the kitchen, looked up at the clock on the wall and felt himself relax slightly in relief. 'It's only 7:30 and the Dursley's don't get up until around 8:00. At least I won't be beaten for not having breakfast ready.' Harry smiled slightly as he pulled out ingredients for breakfast. He cooked quickly and quietly, finishing a little after eight. Harry had made the plates and was about to set them on the table when he heard taping coming from the window over the sink. He turned and saw an owl hovering just outside. Harry opened the window and the owl flew in, dropped the letter on the counter and then flew back out. Harry picked up the letter, noticed the Hogwarts seal and opened it. 'Ah, school supplies list. I was wondering when this would be coming.' Harry mused. He was looking the list over when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. 'How did I not hear them!' Harry panicked as he tried to shove the letter back into the envelope and out of sight. His relatives freaked out whenever they saw anything that had to do with his freakishness. 'And I get that. Who wants to be around a freak anyways?' Harry thought sadly.

"What is that Boy?" Vernon barked from behind him. Harry closed his eyes in defeat. It just had to be his uncle. Now he was really dead!

"I-it's my school supplies l-list, Sir." Harry whispered as he turned and held the letter out to the older male.

"So when are those freaks finally coming to take you away for the summer?" His uncle snarled, glaring at the letter without taking it.

"They…aren't" Harry said softly. Vernon looked at him in surprise and Harry took a deep, steadying breath. "I'll n-need to leave a-after I finished with the breakfast d-dishes." Harry stammered. He held his breath not even daring to move. His uncle glared at him before smirking. Harry shivered at the sight.

"Fine, but I'm not taking you. You'll have to walk if you're going." Harry blinked and then blinked again.

"I can go?" Disbelief colored his voice. Vernon grunted something that could have been a yes and demanded his breakfast. Harry fought to keep the grin off his face as he set the other two plates down in front of his aunt Petunia and Dudley when they came downstairs.

An hour later saw Harry standing near the park where he had seen Sirius for the first time. His sadness threatened to overwhelm him and it was with great effort that he forced it back. Harry looked around carefully to make sure there were no witnesses around before waving his wand. A loud explosion later the Knight Bus sat parked in front of him.

"'Ello. My name is Stan Shunpike and I-" Stan broke off when he saw who he was talking to. "Merlin's beard! It's 'Arry Potter!" Harry chuckled and smiled up at Stan.

"Nice to see you again Stan. Mind taking me to Diagon Alley?" Harry asked.

"Not at all!" Stan printed passed Harry a receipt and after paying the required amount he climbed on and they set off. Harry was jerked side to side and it was with relief that he stumbled off and said good-bye, silently vowing to never ride the Knight Bus again after today. Harry looked around smiling brightly before going from store to store buying quills, parchment, various potions items, owl treats for Hedwig and a broom repair kit. Harry had been there for a few hours and was now down to his final store, Flourish and Blotts. Harry stepped into the book store and immediately felt a peculiar sensation sweep over him and not for the first time that day. He had been getting these feelings randomly ever since he walked into Diagon Alley and they left him feeling lost and bereft, his heart aching with a fierce longing. He didn't know what was happening; all he knew was that he needed something and he needed it badly. 'It reminds me of what I felt with Angel' Harry thought before quickly cutting off the painful thoughts.

He hadn't had a dream with Angel in about a month now. 'The blonde haired beauty had finally seen how worthless I was and left. That's all.' Harry pulled his mind away from those thoughts and began his search for the books on his list. He was there for half an hour before he had all his books gathered in his arm. He stepped up to the counter and paid for his books. He was turning away when the longing he had been ignoring for the whole trip hit him like a pack of wild hippogriffs.

"Emerald!" Harry's breath froze in his throat when he heard the name his Angel had called him reach his ears. 'Not real, he isn't real. Don't stop and don't turn around! It'll crush me if he isn't really there.' Harry ran as fast as he could from the store and didn't stop until he reached the Leaky Cauldron. He called the Knight Bus from there and was so lost in thought he wasn't even bothered by the bumpy ride. 'You only think you heard him because you were thinking about him. He doesn't want you. Worthless. Useless. You don't deserve him.' Harry's thoughts repeated themselves until he got off the Knight Bus. Harry kept his eyes on the ground as he entered the house causing him to miss the hungry, predatory looks his uncle and cousin were giving him as he walked upstairs.

Harry entered his room, turned the lights on and put his bags in his closet before he got an old pair of Dudley's sweats and a shirt. He headed into the bathroom and closed the door behind him before he started the shower, making sure it was the right temperature before he started to undress. He had gotten his shirt off and was unzipping his pants when the bathroom door slammed open. Harry jumped and whirled around only to come face to face with his uncle.

"U-uncle V-Vernon?" Harry questioned as he tried to force shaking fingers to button his pants. Vernon didn't answer him instead choosing to step farther into the bathroom and close the door behind him. Harry backed up until his back hit the wall.

"Dudley told me you have been teasing him." Vernon said looking Harry up and down. Harry paled and shook his head.

"I haven't done anything! I swear!" Harry said eyes wide and pleading. Vernon shook his head.

"I don't believe you. I think you need a lesson on what happens when a whore teases and doesn't deliver." Vernon snarled before grabbing Harry's arms and pulling him close.

"No! Please Uncle Vernon-" Harry was cut off when Vernon back handed him hard across the face, the force of the slap whipping Harry's head to the side. Vernon pushed Harry to the floor before climbing on top of him and yanking his pants completely off.

"Get off!" Harry cried. He kicked and punched at the larger male trying desperately to stop him. Vernon grabbed Harry's wrists in one of his hands and held them over his head. He straddled Harry's waist so he couldn't kick, effectively stopping his attacks. Harry wiggled around trying valiantly to escape as Vernon used his free hand to unzip his trousers and pull out his erection. Harry froze when Vernon moaned and he felt something hard pressing into his leg.

"Please! I'll do anything!" Harry pleaded, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Vernon tried to part Harry's legs and when he resisted sent a fist flying into his ribs. Harry gasped and went limp as pain clouded his senses. Harry felt his legs being forced apart and sobbed as he tried to pull his hands from his uncle's grasp. "PLEASE!" He screamed.

"Shut up! You know you want it you filthy freak!" Vernon snapped.

"No! Please I don't!" Harry gasped. Vernon leaned forward to chuckle in his ear.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you." He whispered.

"NO!" Harry screamed as Vernon slammed into him. Harry could feel himself being torn open as Vernon forced his way deeper into him.

"Stop! Please I'll be good! I swear! No! NO! Oh God! Someone please HELP ME!" Harry screamed as Vernon sped up the speed of his thrusts.

"No one's coming. They don't care. Nobody loves a whore." Vernon moaned into Harry's ear as he plunged deeper into his body. 'Nobody's coming. They don't care. No one loves a whore. Worthless. Unwanted. Useless. Whore.' These thoughts repeated themselves in Harry's head until he believed them and gave up. Vernon was too caught up in the pleasure he was getting from Harry as his thrust become spastic and Harry was too far gone, staring with dull lifeless eyes, to notice when the bathroom door slammed open. Harry caught a flash of blond hair and silver eyes floating over him before he blacked out from the pain and trauma. His last thought was 'Angel?'