How Will You Treat Me?

I do not own hp
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and I hope to get more reviewers



Harry waited outside the station for his uncle. Slowly the hours went by and dusk began to fall harry relented

that his uncle has ‘forgotten’ about him again so he began the long walk from the London train station to Diagon

alley in hopes that one of the clerks would let him floo or maybe he’d see the night bus.

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Finally making it back home, it was well past eleven and he hoped the Dursley’s had all gone to sleep.

It was a shame nothing could be easy for the boy who lived. Harry slowly walked through the door opting to leave

his things outside until morning in case they made any noise. He almost made it to the stairway before he heard

a crash of glass and a loud thud. He didn’t even need to look behind him to know Vernon was there, with a broken

beer bottle no doubt. Still, Harry turned around and tentatively said “hello un-” before he could finish his

sentence Vernon’s chubby purple hand was around Harry’s throat. Vernon slammed Harry into the nearby wall and

leaned in to stare at the boy in the eye. Vernon reeked of alcohol and his hot breath on Harry’s face almost

made him vomit. “You think you can just waltz in here boy any time you wish?!” with one quick movement Harry was

backhanded to the floor. “Please uncle….you never came to pick me up …I-.” “No more excuses boy!” “You’ll learn

your lesson.” Vernon began to undo his own trousers while keeping Harry pinned to the floor with his

foot. “You’ll learn all night long.” “Please uncle no!” But it was already too late. With eerily fast speed

Vernon was able to remove Harry’s pants and stick one chubby finger in his opening. At the shock of it Harry

stilled, memories of previous Fucking’s by his uncle going through his head. Visions of him being taken in the

shower, up against the wall, or when he was small enough in the cupboard itself. He knew there was no point in

fighting it, he would always be a fuck toy. As he felt sticky liquid penetrate him his thoughts flew to Obidiah

what would he think of him? Would he still love him? He knew it wasn’t fair to keep something like this from his

lover but could he really tell him? Harry was pulled back from his thoughts as his uncle threw him in the

cupboard. “Fucking whore” he sneered before he stumbled up the stairs to his own bed.

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Harry lay there in the dark bruised and dirty. Tears stung the back of his eyes yet he knew he should be used to

it by now. He didn’t even remember a time when he wasn’t raped by his uncle. He also knew that even if he told

Dumbledore the blood protection wards of the house would mean he’d have to stay there anyway. “At least this way

I won’t be pitied.”

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Several days had gone by and his uncle raped him two or three times a day depending on his mood. He was

locked in the cupboard, only given water when his uncle came hard enough and given no food. He didn’t know what

time it was. Given the stream of sunlight through the grate on the door he thought it was probably late

afternoon. His uncle should be coming for him soon.

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Several hours later harry still hadn’t been raped. The house had been eerily quiet that whole day and it

appeared that no one was home at all. Or they were ignoring him on purpose. Figuring the former more likely, he

crawled up to the grate and tried to see if he could make out anyone on the other side. Seeing no one, he took a

coat hanger he had hidden from his relatives and used it to flip the lock outside of the grate. After a few

frantic tries he managed to get it open. Slowly he crawled out of the tiny space. He then began to cautiously

search every room. When he found that indeed no one was home he ran to the sink and began to drink greedily.

Finally quenching his thirst, he fell on to the cool hard tiles and began to think of his next move.