Dark Angel

WARNING: Referance to rape, nothing too graphic but the chapter is based around it. Don\'t like it don\'t read it so don\'t flame about it.

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Chapter 3
Lost Hope

Harry waited. He rubbed at his arm where he knew Vernon\'s handprint was from the tight grip, it wasn\'t his fault that he wasn\'t in his room at the assigned time. He knew that look in the man\'s eyes and a part of him couldn\'t stand the wait of what was to come. He knew he couldn\'t hide from the beatings or try to plead his way out - he learned from those mistakes, he also had the scars to remind him.

Sitting at the corner of his bed against the wall, legs drawn up to his chest he tried to clear his mind, numb himself so the beating wouldn\'t hurt as much and also pray to pass out sooner rather than later. The sound of heavy footsteps stopping at his door, Harry stared down at the crack of his door where the hall light should be shining in but a shadow was blocking the light. He flinched as the click of the bolts on the door unlocked.

The door opened and closed behind the mammoth of the man. Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. No words were exchanged, just a struggle. Harry knew the more he struggled the more it would hurt but the hurt made him want to struggle. The slap against his cheek as his arm was once again gripped, blood dripped from his torn lips, a punch to the side of his head leaving him dazed, a kick to the ribs, stomach, and kidney.

Then there was stillness.

Harry felt the roughness of the flooring on his cheek as blood seeped from his mouth. He knew he was trembling sending sharp jolts of pain through him from where he knew a bone was sprained, vital organ bruised, and muscle sprained. Eyelids closing and reopening long seconds apart Harry knew the last hit to his head rendered him a bit out of it because it felt like his ears were stuffed with cotton making the hoot of his owl non existent and along with the ragged breathing of his \'uncle\' muffled. Spots appeared in front of his eyes as his blurred vision focused and unfocused. He wasn\'t aware of Vernon who was staring at his petite form with a weird glint to his eyes.

Rough hands turned him over and Harry couldn\'t help the whimper that escaped him. New waves of pain flared in him and he couldn\'t understand why hadn\'t his uncle left. Vernon preferred some fight, some resistance. Head titling to the side Harry felt a hand grab at his privates just before he passed out.

Vernon was beyond angry. The owls were persistent and Harry was secretly enjoying the reddening of the mans face whenever a letter popped up or a hoot interrupted the Dursley dinner. Late one night Harry was laying on his cot in the cupboard under the stairs, the Dursley\'s were still debating whether or not to move him in the Second Bedroom or not. It should have been like every other night but the door was wrenched open and Harry\'s eyes snapped open. The smell of alcohol wafted in the closed space.

Hands gripped his oversized shirt and hauled him out of the small space. Yelling for help won him a punch to the face to shut him up. It was then that he realized that he and Vernon were alone in the house; Dudley staying over a friends and Petunia taking a trip with the neighbor wives. First came the usual struggle that didn\'t last long and had Harry bloody and sure he wouldn\'t see straight for a while.

Pants yanked from legs and tossed aside as legs were forcefully open Harry didn\'t bother to try to fight anymore. This wasn\'t the first time and he was sure this wouldn\'t be the last. The sound of a belt buckle being unclipped and the leather of the strap pulled from the loops of the pants had Harry turning his face away in shame.

Being breached with nothing but blood as lubricant was an excruciating experience considering the constriction of muscle walls. But through the first several strokes and the tearing of some of the most fragile skin Harry was passed out. Eyes fluttering open Harry couldn\'t breath, the need to scream was great but his throat felt clogged, mouth dry, and tongue thick with fuzz as if he hadn\'t bothered to brush his teeth for days on end.

It took him a moment to realize that meaty hands were keeping him down while a body was smacking against him, his own legs painfully stretched out, thighs screaming from the unused to stretch. Closing his eyes, Harry could feel his eyes prickling as hot salty tears fell.

Tear streamed down, lips quivering, Harry cried out as his hair was fisted and face thrown into the crotch of the man he hated more than anyone, despised.

\"Go on Boy!\"

Harry\'s young eyes watched as the once flaccid penis filled with blood and rose. Vernon grabbed the base of it and pressed it against the cheek that had an angry red hand mark, moved so the head slid across the firmly closed lips, pre-cum glistening the pink lips much to the older mans delight.

The urge to vomit was great but Harry held it in. The grunts of the monster atop him grew more strangled, movements sloppier, and grip tightened as the end neared. The wetness that filled his bloody passage had Harry gritting his teeth to keep from screaming. It was all unfair, his life had just reached a lower low and the hope he had vanished as if it weren\'t ever there.

END of CH3

Note: Dahlias here, the beta/co-author. So, so, so, so, so, sorry about the long wait for all those fans out there. Completely my fault so to make up for it I must reveal a secret the lovely 1SalazarMalfoy would clobber me for.... alright so I can\'t devulge info because she will clobber me one no doubt about that BUT I can tell you that from the info I gathered this fic will be completely AU and the miracle of it is it\'ll be completely original and SO much drama and a bit of angst.... SIRIUS lives by the way!!!