Silver Silence

Prologue
Age Six
Number Four Privet Drive

In a very normal house, in a very normal cupboard, underneath some very normal stairs, there lay a very unusual boy. This boy has long messy jet black hair, pale skin, slightly raggedy and overly large clothes, an oddly shaped scar on his forehead (though that is not the only one), and the most enchanting set of emerald green eyes that one could ever find. This boy’s name is Harry Potter, and he is six and a half years old.
At this point in time, Harry is having a nightmare. Harry does not know why it is scary, all that is in the dream is bright green light and laughter, but it is. This dream terrifies him even more than his uncle does, and that is saying something, in Harry’s opinion. Even in his sleep, Harry does not make any noise. Harry knows that if Harry makes noise, then Uncle Vernon will come and hurt him.
Harry knows he is a terribly awful boy, his aunt and uncle always remind him, and he knows he deserves it when Uncle Vernon hurts him. But that doesn’t mean Harry likes it. No, Harry doesn’t like it at all.
Harry wakes up, shivering but making no noise. Noise is bad. Harry has never spoken, or cried, or whimpered for as long as he can remember. Harry knows better. Harry pulls his ragged blanket about his painfully thin shoulders, and winces as the movement jars the large bruise on his arm.
Harry curls up in the corner of his lumpy cot, and falls back to sleep.


Upstairs in this same house, there sleeps a very large, fat man and a very skinny woman. The man has dark brown hair with a large mustache. He snores terribly. This man is Vernon Dursley. He is the main salesman of a company that makes and sells drills, and he is paid a very large amount of money.
The woman has strawberry blonde hair, and a very long neck that comes in handy for peering over the neighbour’s fence. She barely makes any noise at all, lest she wake her husband. This woman is Petunia Dursley. She is very good at cooking, and loves to cook many great things for her husband and only child to eat.
But there is one thing about these two people. They have a terrible secret. This secret lives in the cupboard under the stairs. This secret’s name is Harry Jamison Potter. This secret is unnatural, vile, and not worthy of living. This secret must be kept alive, though, lest the wrath of the freak community be brought down upon them.
The Dursley couple know all about how special their secret is. They know why their secret must live, and that is the only reason that their secret is still under the stairs.


Across the hallway in this same house sleeps a very large child. This boy has strawberry blonde hair, just like his mother. He is wearing expensive pajamas and snoring lightly. This boy is Dudley Dursley.
Dudley has no idea about how special the ‘freak’ is. He doesn’t care about the ‘freak’. All Dudley cares about is making his cousin the ‘freak’ miserable. It is a game to him. He does not have any idea of the power his cousin posses, or just how badly his father treats his cousin.
Dudley loves it when his parents give him gifts, especially in front of the ‘freak’. He hates it when his parents ignore him, except when it’s to yell at the ‘freak’. He doesn’t love his parents, though. No, he loves the presents, and the food, and the ‘Harry Hunting’, but that is all he loves.
Dudley cares for nothing but himself.


Back across the hall, Vernon Dursley has just awoken with his alarm. Vernon always gets up at six o’clock in the morning to make the boy fix breakfast so Petunia can sleep in. Vernon always tells his wife this, and his wife always believes him.
What Petunia Dursley doesn’t know is that Vernon gets up at five o’clock in the morning so that he can play with the boy before he makes him fix breakfast.
Vernon Dursley, clad in his bathrobe and pajamas, waddles down to the cupboard under the stairs and opens the door. He reaches in and grabs the boy, who is still lazing about, and drags him to the basement. The boy doesn’t make a sound.


In the basement, Harry complies to everything his uncle tells him to do, knowing that disobeying would hurt worse. Harry takes off all his clothes like his uncle tells him to, and bends over the desk like his uncle tells him to. Uncle Vernon slaps him because he isn’t fast enough, but Harry doesn’t make a sound.
Harry doesn’t make a sound as he hears his uncle drop his pants. Harry doesn’t make a sound when he feels his uncle’s hard flesh poke between his arse cheeks. Harry doesn’t make a sound when his uncle tears into him. Harry doesn’t make a sound when his uncle roughly thrusts in and out of him. Harry doesn’t make a sound when white hot and stinging liquid pours into his body and dribbles down his thighs. Harry doesn’t make a sound when his uncle orders him to put his clothes back on.
All Harry does is weep.


Erm. First story I’ve written in a very very long time. Please be nice.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY RELATED THEMES
Mkay, that applies to the rest of the story. I’m not repeating. Please review, if you like.