Specialis

Specialis (- Secrets )



Flinging his muddy trainers and sweat pants into his laundry basket; Harry grabbed some clean boxers and pyjama bottoms before dashing into the bathroom to change. Even though it was summer, it never stopped raining in England, making his jobs outside harder as well as muddier.



As an after thought when he entered the bathroom, he turned the dial to warm on the shower and left it to heat up with a slight real smile. Since the dinner a week ago, Vernon had been getting more attention from colleagues at work, congratulating him for his nephews’ ‘engagement’ and paying more attention to him. Apparently, everyone at his work thought of him as a closed minded ordinary man with a well hided, short fuse.



How right they were thought Harry. But since word got around of his nephews’ ‘gay relationship’ their opinion’s changed very quickly, resulting in Vernon being out of the house regularly at party’s and dinners, leading to bigger dinner’s at the Dursleys (that Harry was included in) and an all round happier Harry since his uncle rarely had time to look at him, let alone beat him.



It had been a nice change for his birthday not two day’s ago, spending a whole half hour in the shower and enjoying it thoroughly without the biting pains where he had been marked with the belt.



Discarding his top on the stool, he found the container for his contact lenses and put his glasses on top of his discarded shirt.



Starting the tricky task taking out the emerald green, tinted lenses, Harry never noticed the door to the bathroom open and close.



“Finally” he muttered to himself as the second lens came out with a bit more of a struggle than the first. Opening the mirrored cabinet above the sink, he placed the container on the shelf, careful to hide it beneath his aunt’s box of pills.



Closing the cabinet slowly he coughed at the suddenly strong smell of spirits, before he could think ‘what the hell?’ his hair had been gripped by a strong hand and his head was forced back. Coughing heavily with a hand over his mouth from the horrible smell of his uncle’s breath that made his eyes sting and water, Harry could have screamed in panic as rage made his uncle’s skin turn purple.



“Oh God.. my eyes.. he’s seen them!”



No word’s were said as Harry was forcefully dragged by his hair and thrown into his room.



The door purposely left open and unlocked as his uncle left to get his favourite belt, daring him to leave. But Harry knew better and remained with his head on his arms on the floor when he landed, his body ready to curl into a ball when his uncle came back.



And that’s just what he did.



As soon as Harry saw the blurred form of his large uncle, the pain started.



“Think you could get away without being punished did you, Boy! Did you?!”



“Think I would forget about your Freakiness in MY house!! Never!!”



“Your Freakishness will never infect my family!! Even if I have to beat it out of you!! I will, Boy and don’t think I won’t!!”



The pain only got worse with every roared insult. Every lash and slice at his skin seemed to spread further throughout his body, lacing his body with more agony then any beating he had ever felt. His back, legs, ass, neck. his uncle seemed to attack them all, ripping his flesh apart with every lash from the belt like an insane dog with painfully sharp teeth and the command to kill.



Harry screamed as every thing started to fade, it was way too much, he couldn’t take it. It was worse than crucio! It was worse than torture! This wasn’t even punishment!



His uncle was seriously trying to beat the magic out of him, just like he’d always threatened.



Harry’s fears were only heightened when he was roughly kicked out of his position curled in a ball and the front of his legs and chest were given the same treatment. His hands held above his head by his uncle’s large foot, crushing the feeling and bones in them.



The tears were pouring down his face long before the pain had become unbearable, his screams becoming horse and only ripping his throat more as blood trickled from his mouth. The feeling in his body nothing more than a resounding scream of pain.



Harry didn’t even realise the beating had stopped until he fell pain shoot from his hand, down into his arm and shoulder.



Looking up with sore red, puffy eyes, Harry watched and flinched as Vernon attempted to pull his ring from his finger.



The ring, he thought.



“Go, my child, if ever you need me just ask….”



Maybe he would…..



“What are you looking at, boy!! Think you’re so funny! Glued that thing to your bloody finger did you, boy!! Well, you won’t be laughing when I rip your finger off, will you!!”



The malicious gleam in the man’s smile is what made Harry’s decision for him.



“I wouldn’t… give you the sssatisssfaction” he whispered in a croaked hiss.



His uncle looked down at him with fear in his eyes, and for the first time in 14 year’s, Harry was the one in control of the fear. And it felt unbelievably brilliant!



Harry croaked out the serpents name in parceltongue before he felt a tug at his navel and he let him self give into the welcoming darkness.



Never before would Harry have been happy to let himself be whisked away to the lair of the dark lord.



Well, he thought, before now, he would never have thought anything from the dark lord to be his only mean’s to survival.



A/N: I wonder how many people saw that coming ;).



I hope this chapter is good enough for your long wait, the next chapter is already planned but may take a while for me to put it into words. If you find any mistakes please let me know.



And any idea’s you think would work, please tell me, it might make me work faster.



I’m still stuck with the idea of making this MPreg, some people like it, some don’t. depending on the review’s I get I will or won’t do it.



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