The Black Oblivion of Sleep

The Black Oblivion of Sleep
The Hottest Days of Summer
Author:PoisonedChocolate
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Harry potter books and/or movies;nor am I making any money off of them. I\'m just borrowing them to make their lives a living hell. :)
Warnings: Rape, Drug Abuse, Abuse, Cross-Dressing, Slash (male/male pairings for all you newbies).
Pairings: Harry/Percy, the following are implied: implied Harry/Sirius, Harry/Draco, Harry/Snape, and Percy/Oliver
A/N: I think I may have gone too dark for my own good..... ahhh well.... enjoy.
Hi-bounces- did y\'all enjoy the first chappie? I know it was really really short, but I promise that this shall be much longer.^^

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They say on the hottest days of summer even the sanest man will turn crazy, if only for awhile. I never lived with the sanest of men.

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It started out as verbal abuse, like it always had been. It began the minute he shut the gray door on the once fine car that belonged to his Uncle Vernon, now covered with dents, the fine silver paint falling in chips to the ground. He could hear what his uncle was saying, feel the sting of the harsh words, but could no longer comprehend them. He stared out the window watching his friends find their families and slowly become smaller and smaller until they no longer existed and large brick buildings took their place.

He would come to regret missing his uncle\'s words. The car screeched to a stop pulling him out of his daze. His uncle grabbed his arm in a bruising grip, though it would not yet be seen on the tanned flesh. he dragged the unsuspecting boy over the neatly trimmed lawn, across white carpet leaving brown tracks of dirt that would soon be replaced by other stains, darker stains. He pulled the struggling boy towards the cupboard that had been his home for eleven years of his life, eleven years that soon were to become twelve, and threw him in. Shutting the meager lock on the outside to hold the \'freak\' in.\'

It was hot that day. The first day of summer. Hotter than it had ever been. The large beefy man walked out again leaving the raven haired boy in the silent house, the other two beings having left months ago. A shadow crossed the doorway and the young man tightly curled up next to the door could see, through the small metal shutter in the door, the silhouette of a cage in his meaty paws. A large trunk dragging behind. He heard Hedwig, his bright snowy owl give a hoot of annoyance at being jostled so and held his breath. He was not stupid, his so called family had changed, and he feared that he would follow through with every threat to \'strangle that bloody owl\'.

For once in his life he wished he wasn\'t right. Oh how he wished he wasn\'t right.

Vernon dropped the trunk on the doorstep. Heavy footfalls as he walked towards the jutting corner of a white washed wall were ominous. He lifted the metal cage drew his arm back and slammed the fragile confinement containing even more fragile cargo against the wall. A loud crack, a snap, and a screech for the lovely white bird. The cage was dented and broken. Metal wires curling inward. Again he lifted his arm, and again the cage came crashing down against the wall. Plaster, fell and Hedwig shrieked metal impaled in her delicate wigs.

And the boy in the cupboard could only scream and beg, as tears streamed down his face, for him to stop as the large man brought the cage again and again against the bloody wall, seeming to forget the wire he had connected to the lock to jimmy it open, forgetting he was strong enough to kick it open, and for the life of him he could not remember that he was a wizard. He could only see his only friend in his confinement of past summers shrieking and being beaten to an almost unrecognizable state against the once spotless walls.

The crying ceased and his uncle beat the bloody mix of metal and flesh against the wall once last time and dropped the the mess upon the feather covered floor. He dragged the large trunk upstairs and somewhere in the back of his mind the boy registered the slam of a door and the click of the lock, but all he could see were the white pristine feathers as they drifted towards the blood covered floor.

He didn\'t know why his uncle hadn\'t disposed of his trunk as well, he never would, but he was grateful that he hadn\'t.

Night fell over Number 4 Privet Drive and the 5\' 3\" boy who had once fit in the small cupboard under the stairs turned and twisted trying to find a comfortable position in the cramped space hoping to fall asleep and forget the events of the day and tried to fall asleep so he would not ponder what gruesome things would take place over the summer.

In the black oblivion of sleep, his dreams were haunted by screams, screeches, blood, and bodies, the bodies he could never forget, never, for he would see them in himself. He would whisper to them in the darkness, and they would listen and answer the unasked pleas in their own disoriented ways.

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A/N: Yay! It\'s longer! WHOOOO! -cough- Ahem, yes, well I hope you enjoyed and it will get more gruesome in the next chappie. hope you enjoyed and reviews are not necessary, but appreciated.