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Adult ++
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12
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17,544
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45
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Chapter 1: Hell aka Summer with the Dursleys
Disclaimer: All characters are property of J.K. Rowling. I’m just having some fun.
A/N: In my world, summer begins on June 1 and lasts until August 31. Everything from Books 1-5 happened. My story will have the necessary explanations.
WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND RAPE!!!!!
thoughts
{Parseltongue}
normal speech
Chapter 1: Hell aka Summer with the Dursleys
Harry lay on his bed, bruised and bloody, and contemplated his summer so far. In a word, it was hell. When he had arrived home on June 1, Vernon had immediately begun to “punish” him for trying to kill poor Dudley. The resulting beating was enough to knock Harry unconscious, and he awoke the next day to Aunt Petunia’s shrill screams to get up and fix breakfast.
Every day was the same routine: get up, fix breakfast, eat (if he was lucky), do the chores that Vernon set out, fix dinner, eat (if he was incredibly lucky), get “punished,” and go to bed. Harry had not heard a word from his so-called best friends all summer. Luna and Neville had written to him, but he was too ashamed to tell them of his predicament. Besides, they had no way to help him. The only person who could help him, wouldn’t. Harry had written Albus Dumbledore twice already asking for help and to get him the hell out of there. Dumbledore’s replies were all the same:
Harry,
You need the blood protection to keep you safe from Voldemort. I’m sure things are not as bad as you think; your relatives are decent Muggles. Stay out of trouble, my boy, and do NOT leave under any circumstances.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock, Order of Merlin 1st Class, etc.
And to top things off, Dumbledore had sent Harry a message saying that he would have to stay at Privet Drive until school started! Harry was sick and tired of the old fool and his manipulations. He had finally realized that he was only a weapon to defeat Voldemort in the Headmaster’s eyes. And once he had done that, the Ministry would probably throw him in Azkaban for offing the bastard. After all, that idiot Fudge was still in office.
“BOY! GET UP OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND FIX BREAKFAST FOR MY PRECIOUS DIDDUMS!!!” screamed Aunt Petunia through the bedroom door.
“Yes, Aunt Petunia,” Harry responded. Harry looked at the clock. It read 5:30 am. “At least I didn’t have any nightmares last night. I wonder what insane amount of chores I’m going to have to do today,” Harry thought. Harry threw on some of Dudley’s old castoffs and trudged downstairs to cook.
“Here is your list of chores, freak, and you better have them done before Vernon gets home tonight. And you better not burn breakfast if you want any,” said Petunia.
Harry took the list of chores from his aunt and skimmed through it while getting out the eggs, bacon, and sausage. “Bloody hell! How in the fuck am I supposed to finish all of this?”Harry sighed and started breakfast. When he was finished, he grabbed a piece of burnt toast and a glass of water, ate them quickly and went to start on the list. He wanted to get the outside chores done before it got too hot.
By lunchtime, Harry had only managed to finish weeding the gardens, mowing the lawn, painting the fence, and painting the garage door. He still had to organize the shed, clean out the gutters, vacuum the house (top to bottom), mop the kitchen floors, dust (top to bottom), and clean the attic. It was incredibly hot and Harry’s overlarge clothes did not help matters. The heat was starting to give Harry a sunburn on the back of his neck and his clothes were sticking to the open wounds on his back. Harry went to get the ladder so he could clean the gutters when a wave of dizziness hit him. He stumbled a few steps and then slumped to the ground as he lost his battle with consciousness.
Harry awoke a few hours later to the slamming of a car door. “Oh, shit! I’m in for it now,” thought Harry, panicking as he saw Vernon enter the house.
“BOY!” bellowed Vernon.
Harry got up, dusted himself off the best he could, and entered the kitchen. “Yes, Uncle Vernon,” Harry replied with his head down.
“What is the meaning of this! I left you a few chores to do to help out your poor Aunt and I come home to find that your LAZY FREAK ASS hasn’t even finished half. And because of your laziness, Pet had to fix dinner. Go up to your room now. I’ll be up after dinner to punish you appropriately,” spat Vernon.
“Yes, Uncle Vernon,” replied Harry as he started for the stairs.
“And none of your cheek, freak,” said Vernon as he backhanded Harry hard enough to send him flying across the room.
An hour and a half later, Vernon slammed the door to Dudley’s Second Bedroom open and grabbed Harry by the neck. “I’ve had it with your laziness and freakiness. You are never going back to that school again,” said Vernon as he drug Harry down the stairs and onto the back lawn. He threw Harry to the ground and kicked him hard in the ribs. There was a resounding CRACK, and Harry knew at least one was broken if not more. As the haze of pain lifted from Harry’s sight, he noticed that his school trunk and owl were sitting on the lawn next to a huge pile of wood. Dudley grabbed Harry around the waist, pinning his arms to his side to prevent him from moving. Vernon then proceeded to empty Harry’s trunk, start a fire, and burn Harry’s things, one by one: his books, his robes, his quills, his ink, everything. Harry was glad that he had Professor McGonagall shrink his Firebolt before he left Hogwarts. It, along with the Marauder’s Map and his photo album, were hidden in his Invisibility Cloak under the loose floorboard under his bed. After the last of his supplies were on the fire, Vernon threw the trunk on top. Then, Vernon headed towards Hedwig, Harry’s owl.
As soon as Harry realized what Vernon intended to do, he started screaming, “NOOOOO!!!! NOT HEDWIG! PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST DON’T HURT HEDWIG!”
Vernon ignored Harry’s screams and picked up the cage with Hedwig in it. He put a padlock on the cage so there was no chance of the bird escaping. Hedwig, sensing the danger she was in, started screeching and trying to get out of the cage. Vernon threw the caged owl on top of the blazing fire. Hedwig started to screech even louder, and then, was silent.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” wailed Harry, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed for the loss of his first present, his companion, his familiar, his friend. A defeated Harry didn’t even flinch as Vernon searched his person for his wand. When he found it, he snapped it in two and threw it on the fire. Then, he grabbed an unprotesting Harry and drug him back upstairs.
Harry didn’t bother to fight Vernon as he and Dudley began to “play.” Vernon ripped Harry’s shirt and pants off and threw the naked teen on the bed. Dudley grabbed his Smelting’s stick and proceeded to beat every available inch of skin he could reach. Vernon grabbed a cat’o’nines and started in. As the first lash came down, Harry bit his lip to keep from screaming. When the whip was brought up again, a sickening sound was heard as flesh was brutally torn from the thin, malnourished, and abused body. The lash came down, again and again. Harry finally lost his internal battle of wills and screamed until he was hoarse. The sight of all the blood and Harry’s screams aroused Vernon and he finally dropped the whip. After telling Dudley to go to bed, Vernon undid the clasp on his trousers and pulled out his sizable erection. He lowered himself over his nephew and thrust into Harry’s arse with one brutal stroke. Harry tried to scream from the unimaginable pain of the forced intrusion, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper of pain. Vernon continued to thrust in and out, crushing Harry with his enormous weight. “Hmm…so tight…ughh…yes…that’s a good freak…unghh…this is all your good for,” grunted Vernon. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Harry, Vernon climaxed, spent himself in Harry, and pulled out. The cum felt like fire against Harry abraded skin and was the last bit of pain to finally send Harry into the welcoming darkness.
Vernon fastened his trousers and left Harry, broken, unconscious, and dying, in a growing pool of blood.
Unbeknownst to Harry, when the clock struck midnight on his birthday, an owl was delivering a time-delayed letter to Lord Voldemort. The contents of that single letter would change his life and the fate of the Wizarding world…forever.
A/N: In my world, summer begins on June 1 and lasts until August 31. Everything from Books 1-5 happened. My story will have the necessary explanations.
WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND RAPE!!!!!
thoughts
{Parseltongue}
normal speech
Chapter 1: Hell aka Summer with the Dursleys
Harry lay on his bed, bruised and bloody, and contemplated his summer so far. In a word, it was hell. When he had arrived home on June 1, Vernon had immediately begun to “punish” him for trying to kill poor Dudley. The resulting beating was enough to knock Harry unconscious, and he awoke the next day to Aunt Petunia’s shrill screams to get up and fix breakfast.
Every day was the same routine: get up, fix breakfast, eat (if he was lucky), do the chores that Vernon set out, fix dinner, eat (if he was incredibly lucky), get “punished,” and go to bed. Harry had not heard a word from his so-called best friends all summer. Luna and Neville had written to him, but he was too ashamed to tell them of his predicament. Besides, they had no way to help him. The only person who could help him, wouldn’t. Harry had written Albus Dumbledore twice already asking for help and to get him the hell out of there. Dumbledore’s replies were all the same:
Harry,
You need the blood protection to keep you safe from Voldemort. I’m sure things are not as bad as you think; your relatives are decent Muggles. Stay out of trouble, my boy, and do NOT leave under any circumstances.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock, Order of Merlin 1st Class, etc.
And to top things off, Dumbledore had sent Harry a message saying that he would have to stay at Privet Drive until school started! Harry was sick and tired of the old fool and his manipulations. He had finally realized that he was only a weapon to defeat Voldemort in the Headmaster’s eyes. And once he had done that, the Ministry would probably throw him in Azkaban for offing the bastard. After all, that idiot Fudge was still in office.
“BOY! GET UP OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND FIX BREAKFAST FOR MY PRECIOUS DIDDUMS!!!” screamed Aunt Petunia through the bedroom door.
“Yes, Aunt Petunia,” Harry responded. Harry looked at the clock. It read 5:30 am. “At least I didn’t have any nightmares last night. I wonder what insane amount of chores I’m going to have to do today,” Harry thought. Harry threw on some of Dudley’s old castoffs and trudged downstairs to cook.
“Here is your list of chores, freak, and you better have them done before Vernon gets home tonight. And you better not burn breakfast if you want any,” said Petunia.
Harry took the list of chores from his aunt and skimmed through it while getting out the eggs, bacon, and sausage. “Bloody hell! How in the fuck am I supposed to finish all of this?”Harry sighed and started breakfast. When he was finished, he grabbed a piece of burnt toast and a glass of water, ate them quickly and went to start on the list. He wanted to get the outside chores done before it got too hot.
By lunchtime, Harry had only managed to finish weeding the gardens, mowing the lawn, painting the fence, and painting the garage door. He still had to organize the shed, clean out the gutters, vacuum the house (top to bottom), mop the kitchen floors, dust (top to bottom), and clean the attic. It was incredibly hot and Harry’s overlarge clothes did not help matters. The heat was starting to give Harry a sunburn on the back of his neck and his clothes were sticking to the open wounds on his back. Harry went to get the ladder so he could clean the gutters when a wave of dizziness hit him. He stumbled a few steps and then slumped to the ground as he lost his battle with consciousness.
Harry awoke a few hours later to the slamming of a car door. “Oh, shit! I’m in for it now,” thought Harry, panicking as he saw Vernon enter the house.
“BOY!” bellowed Vernon.
Harry got up, dusted himself off the best he could, and entered the kitchen. “Yes, Uncle Vernon,” Harry replied with his head down.
“What is the meaning of this! I left you a few chores to do to help out your poor Aunt and I come home to find that your LAZY FREAK ASS hasn’t even finished half. And because of your laziness, Pet had to fix dinner. Go up to your room now. I’ll be up after dinner to punish you appropriately,” spat Vernon.
“Yes, Uncle Vernon,” replied Harry as he started for the stairs.
“And none of your cheek, freak,” said Vernon as he backhanded Harry hard enough to send him flying across the room.
An hour and a half later, Vernon slammed the door to Dudley’s Second Bedroom open and grabbed Harry by the neck. “I’ve had it with your laziness and freakiness. You are never going back to that school again,” said Vernon as he drug Harry down the stairs and onto the back lawn. He threw Harry to the ground and kicked him hard in the ribs. There was a resounding CRACK, and Harry knew at least one was broken if not more. As the haze of pain lifted from Harry’s sight, he noticed that his school trunk and owl were sitting on the lawn next to a huge pile of wood. Dudley grabbed Harry around the waist, pinning his arms to his side to prevent him from moving. Vernon then proceeded to empty Harry’s trunk, start a fire, and burn Harry’s things, one by one: his books, his robes, his quills, his ink, everything. Harry was glad that he had Professor McGonagall shrink his Firebolt before he left Hogwarts. It, along with the Marauder’s Map and his photo album, were hidden in his Invisibility Cloak under the loose floorboard under his bed. After the last of his supplies were on the fire, Vernon threw the trunk on top. Then, Vernon headed towards Hedwig, Harry’s owl.
As soon as Harry realized what Vernon intended to do, he started screaming, “NOOOOO!!!! NOT HEDWIG! PLEASE, I’LL DO ANYTHING! JUST DON’T HURT HEDWIG!”
Vernon ignored Harry’s screams and picked up the cage with Hedwig in it. He put a padlock on the cage so there was no chance of the bird escaping. Hedwig, sensing the danger she was in, started screeching and trying to get out of the cage. Vernon threw the caged owl on top of the blazing fire. Hedwig started to screech even louder, and then, was silent.
“NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” wailed Harry, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed for the loss of his first present, his companion, his familiar, his friend. A defeated Harry didn’t even flinch as Vernon searched his person for his wand. When he found it, he snapped it in two and threw it on the fire. Then, he grabbed an unprotesting Harry and drug him back upstairs.
Harry didn’t bother to fight Vernon as he and Dudley began to “play.” Vernon ripped Harry’s shirt and pants off and threw the naked teen on the bed. Dudley grabbed his Smelting’s stick and proceeded to beat every available inch of skin he could reach. Vernon grabbed a cat’o’nines and started in. As the first lash came down, Harry bit his lip to keep from screaming. When the whip was brought up again, a sickening sound was heard as flesh was brutally torn from the thin, malnourished, and abused body. The lash came down, again and again. Harry finally lost his internal battle of wills and screamed until he was hoarse. The sight of all the blood and Harry’s screams aroused Vernon and he finally dropped the whip. After telling Dudley to go to bed, Vernon undid the clasp on his trousers and pulled out his sizable erection. He lowered himself over his nephew and thrust into Harry’s arse with one brutal stroke. Harry tried to scream from the unimaginable pain of the forced intrusion, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper of pain. Vernon continued to thrust in and out, crushing Harry with his enormous weight. “Hmm…so tight…ughh…yes…that’s a good freak…unghh…this is all your good for,” grunted Vernon. Finally, after what seemed like hours to Harry, Vernon climaxed, spent himself in Harry, and pulled out. The cum felt like fire against Harry abraded skin and was the last bit of pain to finally send Harry into the welcoming darkness.
Vernon fastened his trousers and left Harry, broken, unconscious, and dying, in a growing pool of blood.
Unbeknownst to Harry, when the clock struck midnight on his birthday, an owl was delivering a time-delayed letter to Lord Voldemort. The contents of that single letter would change his life and the fate of the Wizarding world…forever.