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Naga Inheritance
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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20
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35,259
Reviews:
155
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
35,259
Reviews:
155
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
8
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Hi. As I said this is my first fanfic so be nice. Flames will be ignored. I know it's not very original but I got over it so you can too. I have decided to ignore anything that happened that I dislike, so be prepared. Also I have some characters of my own creation in the story, they are my children, even if they are evil or stupid no insults against them will be acknowledged. Also if there are any errors I'm sorry, spell check does only so much.
But enough about my story, here goes nothing.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter One XXXHPDMXXX
A crash echoed throughout the house at private drive as the door to Harry's room slammed open. Deep green eyes widened in shock and terror as Vernon Dursley stomped into the room.
Harry cowered on his bed dropping the books he had been holding in favor of raising his arms, as though to protect himself, like it serve any purpose. A shot put sized fist slammed into Harry tossing his malnourished form across the room. He hit the wall with almost enough force to knock him out. Almost.
He blinked in pain, barely keeping a hold on his consciousness as his uncle's fists descended again and again. He distanced himself from the pain, something he had learned to do many years ago. He was merely a visitor in his own body observing his uncles anger from a distance. Harry wondered, barley capable of rational thought, why his uncle was angry, this time.
"Freak! Filth! Scum of the Earth! Your filth contaminated him you disgusting git! You filthy little faggot."
Harry wondered absently what his uncle was talking about, as he flinched a the sound of his ribs breaking, again. He remembered suddenly what he had seen the last time he had cleaned Dudley's room.
'Did Vernon find Dudley's magazines?' The last time he had cleaned Dudley's room, when he was clearing everything from beneath the bed, he had come across some interesting magazines. Rather than the girls Harry had expected to find in Dudley's magazines, they featured only guys. It had been an eye opening experience for Harry. As he went to put the magazines away Dudley came in. He had given Harry a black eye and made him swear not to tell anyone. He convinced his parents the next day that Harry was invading his privacy by cleaning his room. He was no longer expected to do that chore.
The beating went on for sometime, Vernon growing steadily angrier at Harry's lack of response. Harry was lost in thoughts and did not realize what was happening until Vernon had already removed his pants. Harry attempted to struggle but Vernon punched him again in his already broken ribs. Vernon tossed Harry over the headboard of his own bed, and without much trouble (oversized clothes suck), removed Harry's very baggy jeans.
To say what happened next hurt would be a huge understatement. harry felt as though he were being ripped in two. He was actually glad when his skin tore, his blood was better than nothing for lubricant.
Harry's body was wracked with pain, tears streamed down his face as his uncle grunted with every thrust. Harry had not yet gotten used to the horrible sensation, he guessed it had happened enough yet for him to get used to the pain as had happened with his beatings. Harry tried every so often to pull away but his uncle would slam his head against the previously drooped books every time he tried. On his last attempt Harry hit his head on 'Quidditch( did I spell that right? probably not.) Through the Ages" and he blacked out, a thin steam of blood dripping down his face. His last coherent thought was this: 'And here I thought I wouldn't be getting a birthday present".
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So that's the first chapter. Did you like it? If not I'm sorry. Also I know it's sort of short, but it's only the first chapter, plus I wanna see if I get any reviews, if not I'll probably drop the story. Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope your life is going good whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^
But enough about my story, here goes nothing.
XXXHPDMXXX Chapter One XXXHPDMXXX
A crash echoed throughout the house at private drive as the door to Harry's room slammed open. Deep green eyes widened in shock and terror as Vernon Dursley stomped into the room.
Harry cowered on his bed dropping the books he had been holding in favor of raising his arms, as though to protect himself, like it serve any purpose. A shot put sized fist slammed into Harry tossing his malnourished form across the room. He hit the wall with almost enough force to knock him out. Almost.
He blinked in pain, barely keeping a hold on his consciousness as his uncle's fists descended again and again. He distanced himself from the pain, something he had learned to do many years ago. He was merely a visitor in his own body observing his uncles anger from a distance. Harry wondered, barley capable of rational thought, why his uncle was angry, this time.
"Freak! Filth! Scum of the Earth! Your filth contaminated him you disgusting git! You filthy little faggot."
Harry wondered absently what his uncle was talking about, as he flinched a the sound of his ribs breaking, again. He remembered suddenly what he had seen the last time he had cleaned Dudley's room.
'Did Vernon find Dudley's magazines?' The last time he had cleaned Dudley's room, when he was clearing everything from beneath the bed, he had come across some interesting magazines. Rather than the girls Harry had expected to find in Dudley's magazines, they featured only guys. It had been an eye opening experience for Harry. As he went to put the magazines away Dudley came in. He had given Harry a black eye and made him swear not to tell anyone. He convinced his parents the next day that Harry was invading his privacy by cleaning his room. He was no longer expected to do that chore.
The beating went on for sometime, Vernon growing steadily angrier at Harry's lack of response. Harry was lost in thoughts and did not realize what was happening until Vernon had already removed his pants. Harry attempted to struggle but Vernon punched him again in his already broken ribs. Vernon tossed Harry over the headboard of his own bed, and without much trouble (oversized clothes suck), removed Harry's very baggy jeans.
To say what happened next hurt would be a huge understatement. harry felt as though he were being ripped in two. He was actually glad when his skin tore, his blood was better than nothing for lubricant.
Harry's body was wracked with pain, tears streamed down his face as his uncle grunted with every thrust. Harry had not yet gotten used to the horrible sensation, he guessed it had happened enough yet for him to get used to the pain as had happened with his beatings. Harry tried every so often to pull away but his uncle would slam his head against the previously drooped books every time he tried. On his last attempt Harry hit his head on 'Quidditch( did I spell that right? probably not.) Through the Ages" and he blacked out, a thin steam of blood dripping down his face. His last coherent thought was this: 'And here I thought I wouldn't be getting a birthday present".
XXXXXXXXXXXHPDMXXXXXXXXXXX
So that's the first chapter. Did you like it? If not I'm sorry. Also I know it's sort of short, but it's only the first chapter, plus I wanna see if I get any reviews, if not I'll probably drop the story. Anyways, thank you for reading and I hope your life is going good whoever and wherever you are.
Tenari Rose ^_^