How Will You Treat Me?

A/N: sorry for the wait. I hate waiting for chapters so I really try to update as frequently as possible. This

chapter has a lot of info so it took me awhile to write.Also if i had more review I might be inspired to write

my ass off. *HInt HInt* ^_^. Thanks to everyone who did reveiw I love reading them.




Chapter 5

Severus sat there dumbstruck. ‘Surely Albus had really gone senile?!’ Severus had been nothing like potter,

that golden boy had hordes of friends and fans from his Qudditch endeavors. “You’ve finally lost it Albus.”

However Severus was pretty sure he was the one losing it. A slow chuckle left Severus’s lips. “You’ve really

lost it.” “How can you compare Potter to me?” “The perfect little Potter with all his friends, compared to how

I was at his age.” “Completely alone, scared shitless of my own shadow.” Albus looked at Severus with the

emotionless mask he himself was most famous for. Silence thick and humid permeated the air. Albus’s cough

finally broke the silence after what seemed like hours. “Severus, I’ll admit he does have a lot of companions...

and his bravery really is wondrous… But-” “No buts!” Severus was starting to get agitated. “Look, the only way

you knew I was being abused was by calling me into your office and using legillimency on m- ……on….me” Severus

stared wide eyed with shock clearly portrayed on his face. If it were anyone but Albus, Severus thought he’d

probably have to kill them to keep his reputation safe. “you….you read his mind?” Albus said nothing but he

didn’t have to. Snape knew he had gotten it right on the mark. “When?” Severus was dreading this answer. No

matter what, Albus had known before school let out and still sent Potter home … ‘home’ …that word made him

scoff. Potter had always said this was his home, and now Severus understood why. Severus slowly sat down on his

equally medieval sofa and buried his face in his hands. “Answer me headmaster.” “When?!”

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Harry slowly made his way to the back door and stared at it. This was it; he’d be free at least until

next summer he thought. “But…. I won’t be innocent anymore.” He stood there weighing the pros and cons of the

situation, finally making up his mind he stepped away from the door, to the refrigerator. Gathering items of

necessity he walked back to the cupboard and put them inside. He continued to do this until there was a fair

amount of packaged goods and water he could drink. He looked around one last time and closed the cupboard with a

resounding clap. Harry had to be good and stay innocent and pure. His life at Hogwarts was too good to ruin. “It

was worth the torture.”

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What seemed like several hours later, he heard a car pulling into the driveway. Preparing himself best he could

he sat there motionless waiting for his ‘family’ to go inside. He heard the door slam open; the sheer force

shaking the house itself. Some loud clunking and crashes later, his uncle had arrived at the cupboard door.

Harry held his breath in fear of making any noise that should enrage his already seemingly drunken uncle. Just

as he thought he’d been forgotten his uncle furiously tore open the cupboard. All of Harry’s food and water

would have been discovered if that little closet hadn’t been so dark. Harry didn’t know what time it was but he

had hoped it was late enough for just one fuck; then his uncle would fall asleep. “You!” “You and your worthless

freaky kind.” He grabbed Harry by the neck and flung him across the hall into a nearby wall. Harry had expected

to be raped right there, but his Uncle had grabbed him by the hair and dragged him upstairs. Harry was so

desperately trying not to scream that he didn’t notice he’d been led into his very own bedroom; The one the

Dursley’s had given him when they were afraid he’d cast deranged spells on them. Once inside he hurled Harry

into a corner and told him not to move. Harry curled into a tiny ball fearfully awaiting his Uncle’s next

move. ‘Was it really worth it?’ ‘This torture… For a reputation?’ These thoughts swam through his mind, and

deciding he had made the right choice he coaxed himself into remaining as silent as humanly possible. Harry

heard heavy footsteps coming towards him; not daring to look he let himself be pulled up and thrown on the bed.

Harry hated getting fucked on the bed. Even after the abuse for so many years he still thought there was

something intimate about a bed and that it should only be used with welcomed companions. His thoughts focused on

Obi; Harry had gone along with it but hated it when Obi wanted sex anywhere but the bed. Harry’s head was

slammed against the headboard and he was shaken out of his thoughts. As he lye there his Uncle leaned on top of

him, but instead of just getting on with it, he tied Harry’s wrists to the bed posts. Panic shot through Harry

as he realized he couldn’t protect his body from the beatings. He began to squirm uncontrollably and his uncle

moved down and tied each ankle to a post leaving Harry spread eagled and extremely vulnerable. Harry began to

panic this was something new and his uncle hated change. This must be something so humiliating or painful that

is uncle couldn’t pass it up. His uncle leapt onto the bed nearly breaking the thing in half with his enormous

body weight; And without warning thrust into Harry. Harry could feel his blood coating his uncle’s cock easing

the friction inside of him. He bit his lower lip stifling a scream. Just when he thought he couldn’t handle

anymore his uncle came with a fierce howl. Harry lay there seemingly broken but inside, glad that it was over.

He waited to be released from the ropes for several minutes. Finally realizing this wasn’t happening he turned

and looked around the room. His uncle leaned at the corner of a wall and was staring at him with a sickening

grin. “Thought it was over did you boy?” His uncle began to chuckle loudly. “Not yet boy not yet.” Vernon looked

as if he was going to leave the room, but as he opened the door he had only let more people in. Five men entered

the room and stood in a half circle around Harry. Bile rose in Harry’s throat. ‘Could he handle this?’ He’d only

ever been raped by Vernon. He could blame his uncle for the rape; call him mentally unstable or psychotic, but

if all of these men also wanted to rape him he didn’t know what to think. All of them can’t be psychotic,

mentally twisted; it wasn’t possible. ‘Maybe they weren’t the weird one’s’ ‘I mean maybe I was asking to be

raped by not agreeing to have sex with these people.’ Suddenly the room started spinning for Harry. If he had

just agreed then he would never had been raped! He didn’t have to like it but everyone would like him if he just

agreed. Looking at all five of them he cleared his throat and ever so quietly said “Take….me.” The men just

stood there. Harry wasn’t sure that they’d heard him until one of the men started laughing. “Ha! Vernon, he

really is a wanton slut.” This man was nearly the opposite of Vernon his good looks reminded him of Lucius

Malfoy, but this man was far too thin to be him, and with a head of wavy Chesnutt hair; this man looked almost

kind. This man slowly stepped over to Harry and leaned his head down. “You want us to fuck you boy?” Harry knew

the real answer to that but nodded his head in agreement anyway. “Ah Vernon you lucky son of a bitch; where’d

you get this kid anyway?” “Raised him.” “My wife’s nephew.” Vernon had this jovial smile plastered on his face

it seemed to Harry that this man talking to him was of high importance and his uncle had managed to impress him.

The other four men still just stood there. Harry assumed this man was their boss or something. “Reggie you get

the camera.” The man furthest right left the room and returned with a video camera and a digital camera. This

man had shoulder length black hair tied in a low ponytail. He stood tall and wore a blank expression on his

face. This one reminded Harry of Snape even though Snape didn’t have this man’s muscles or his chiseled

features. As this man set up both cameras on their prospective tri pods another man stepped forward. This man

was overly feminine looking. Long black hair hung loosely down his back. He was shorter than the other’s but not

by much. He carried a big briefcase with him. He walked over to the boss and whispered something in his ear; the

boss nodded his head and the feminine man began to grin. Harry looked the man in the eyes and saw pure insanity;

This crazed look that sent chills through his body. He walked over to the desk in the room and opened the case.

Inside were dildo’s of all different sizes, whips and chains for who knew what and this Wisk looking object that

was connected to a plug. He looked at the man again, his grin busted into a full blown smile and he chuckled

heartily. Shock coursed through his body as the realization that this man could’ve been Beallatrix’s twin. There

were two others left standing in their positions; one looked young couldn’t have been much older than Harry

himself. Looking at his face, piercing green eyes on pale skin stared back at him with this smug almost

juvenile ‘You’re going to get it’ look. If it hadn’t been for the light brown hair that hung shaggily around his

face Harry would have sworn it to be Draco. The final man looked dangerously calm Harry assumed this man

probably carried out hit’s on people. He looked vaguely bored and Harry let out a silent sigh of relief figuring

he wasn’t there for the sick enjoyment, but rather to be muscle incase anything went wrong. This man reminded

Harry of Avery. That Death Eater had a passion for killing but in Harry’s visions generally stayed out of the

group torturing. Harry just realized that each of these men reminded him of various Death Eaters. Chuckling

silently he thought of who his uncle would be then. ‘Voldemort?’ Harry almost laughed out loud on that notion.

The leader saw Harry’s amused face for a split second and smiled back. “Looks like someone’s ready to be

fucked.” “Heh heh.” The leader began to undo his pants and all of the humor in Harry fled. The Snape like camera

man started filming and it dawned on Harry that where there’s one tape there’s probable more. He began to squirm

and the muggle Lucius tutted. “The more you move the more it’ll hurt.”

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A/N: I know there are alot of unanswered questions but I assure your questions will be answered. More will be answered if I get a total of 20 reveiws. I have 10 already. Love you all -xaraxn