Rebirth of the Serpent
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
25,294
Reviews:
144
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
The Summer part 1
The summer
Vernon Dursley was a sick, perverted man. Whenever Aunt Petunia left the house he'd always tell the boy to shower, and then he'd play. Sometimes Dudley would even join in giving ‘the little slut’, as they both called Harry, a night to remember. Harry was regularly degraded and abused in every way possible.
Harry found himself lying in his small room, which had received from the Dursleys in his first year, being quiet and pretending he wasn't there. It was difficult because every time he moved he was in pain. His uncle had hurt him again, but he deserved it, he was a freak.
Harry sighed and looked at his owl Hedwig, who was eating the owl treats he had managed to sneak up for her from his trunk which was locked in the cupboard beneath the stairs. He had been threatening the Dursleys with his magic. Although it hadn't worked too well, Dudley had still squealed. Aunt Petunia knew all about the underage magic law, so Uncle Vernon had beaten him for mentioning his “Freakishness”.
Harry groaned and rolled over when he heard a voice say “Harry Potter!”
“Er- hello?”
“So long has Dobby...”
“Will you stop talking so loud? My relatives will come up here if you don't and neither of us wants that.”
“Wanted to meet you, sir.... Such an honor it is!” the house elf continued as if not hearing Harry.
“Keep it down. Who and what are you?” asked Harry intrigued.
“Dobby, sir, just Dobby. Dobby the house elf.”
“Now isn't exactly the best time for a house elf to be in my bedroom.”
Dobby hung his head and clutched his ears and Harry, afraid the elf would burst into tears, quickly said “Not that I'm not pleased to meet you, but is there any particular reason you're here?”
“Dobby had come to tell you, sir.... It is difficult, sir.... Dobby wonders where to begin.”
“Sit down and start from the beginning.”
“S-sit down.... Never... never ever....”
Harry heard the voices downstairs stop. He was so dead when this was over.
“Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard, as an equal!”
“Right... you still haven't explained why you’re here.”
“Bad Dobby... Bad Dobby!” the elf yelled as he slammed his head against the desk. Yup, Harry was so dead after this that even the dodo would be more alive.
“Stop that- what are you doing?”
“Dobby had to punish himself, sir. He didn't do what his master ordered.”
“Which was?”
“To give you instructions, sir.”
“What instructions?”
“That you must not go to Hogwarts and if you do do not get in the way of the Master.”
“Who's the Master? Is it Voldemort?”
“Yes sir but no sir.”
“What does that mean?”
“Promise not to get in the way of the Master and Dobby will give you these.”
“What are...? They're the letters from my friends.... Give them here!”
“Harry Potter must promise!”
“I can't promise if I don't know who the Master is!”
“Then Dobby is sorry, but it must be done.”
Dobby ran down the stairs, followed by Harry.
“Promise,” whispered the house elf.
“I can't….”
“Then Dobby is sorry, sir, but Dobby has to….” Then with a click of his fingers the dessert Aunt Petunia had made earlier was destroyed. It was splattered all over the kitchen, which the Masons had just entered with the Dursleys.
***
The rest of the summer Harry spent his time between excruciating pain and complete neglect. The only food he got was a tin of cold soup, when he was remembered. As he lay on his bed, tending his newest cuts as best he could, he saw headlights through the bars on his windows, before he collapsed in exhaustion.
***
I'm posting this with thanks to my beta granger122884 and the people who reviewed.
Vernon Dursley was a sick, perverted man. Whenever Aunt Petunia left the house he'd always tell the boy to shower, and then he'd play. Sometimes Dudley would even join in giving ‘the little slut’, as they both called Harry, a night to remember. Harry was regularly degraded and abused in every way possible.
Harry found himself lying in his small room, which had received from the Dursleys in his first year, being quiet and pretending he wasn't there. It was difficult because every time he moved he was in pain. His uncle had hurt him again, but he deserved it, he was a freak.
Harry sighed and looked at his owl Hedwig, who was eating the owl treats he had managed to sneak up for her from his trunk which was locked in the cupboard beneath the stairs. He had been threatening the Dursleys with his magic. Although it hadn't worked too well, Dudley had still squealed. Aunt Petunia knew all about the underage magic law, so Uncle Vernon had beaten him for mentioning his “Freakishness”.
Harry groaned and rolled over when he heard a voice say “Harry Potter!”
“Er- hello?”
“So long has Dobby...”
“Will you stop talking so loud? My relatives will come up here if you don't and neither of us wants that.”
“Wanted to meet you, sir.... Such an honor it is!” the house elf continued as if not hearing Harry.
“Keep it down. Who and what are you?” asked Harry intrigued.
“Dobby, sir, just Dobby. Dobby the house elf.”
“Now isn't exactly the best time for a house elf to be in my bedroom.”
Dobby hung his head and clutched his ears and Harry, afraid the elf would burst into tears, quickly said “Not that I'm not pleased to meet you, but is there any particular reason you're here?”
“Dobby had come to tell you, sir.... It is difficult, sir.... Dobby wonders where to begin.”
“Sit down and start from the beginning.”
“S-sit down.... Never... never ever....”
Harry heard the voices downstairs stop. He was so dead when this was over.
“Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard, as an equal!”
“Right... you still haven't explained why you’re here.”
“Bad Dobby... Bad Dobby!” the elf yelled as he slammed his head against the desk. Yup, Harry was so dead after this that even the dodo would be more alive.
“Stop that- what are you doing?”
“Dobby had to punish himself, sir. He didn't do what his master ordered.”
“Which was?”
“To give you instructions, sir.”
“What instructions?”
“That you must not go to Hogwarts and if you do do not get in the way of the Master.”
“Who's the Master? Is it Voldemort?”
“Yes sir but no sir.”
“What does that mean?”
“Promise not to get in the way of the Master and Dobby will give you these.”
“What are...? They're the letters from my friends.... Give them here!”
“Harry Potter must promise!”
“I can't promise if I don't know who the Master is!”
“Then Dobby is sorry, but it must be done.”
Dobby ran down the stairs, followed by Harry.
“Promise,” whispered the house elf.
“I can't….”
“Then Dobby is sorry, sir, but Dobby has to….” Then with a click of his fingers the dessert Aunt Petunia had made earlier was destroyed. It was splattered all over the kitchen, which the Masons had just entered with the Dursleys.
***
The rest of the summer Harry spent his time between excruciating pain and complete neglect. The only food he got was a tin of cold soup, when he was remembered. As he lay on his bed, tending his newest cuts as best he could, he saw headlights through the bars on his windows, before he collapsed in exhaustion.
***
I'm posting this with thanks to my beta granger122884 and the people who reviewed.