When Death Comes Knocking
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,469
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Knock Knock
Title: When Death Comes Knocking
Author: KittenBabyGirl
Rating; R
Disclaimer: they don’t belong to me, I’m borrowing them; but I promise to return them relatively unharmed.
Summary: In a time of despair and self hatred Harry discovers he has a soul mate. Will they be able to save him? SLASH! WIP
SPOILERS: ALL 5 BOOKS!!!
Warnings: this will be SLASH. There will be non-con sex between an older man and a minor and the minor is also beaten in the beginning. There is abuse, rape and slash here so if any of this Squicks you then please leave. I don’t have a beta so any mistakes are mine and mine alone. If you like this then review; I’ll continue it if people are interested.
Pairings: Harry/Sev, Ron/Hermione more to come perhaps.
A/N\'s: this is told from Harry\'s POV
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The wind is howling; its summer but it’s raining so hard that when it hits you it hurts. Everything hurts though; and I deserve it. What kind of person leads the only person who loves them to their death? When I got off the train after fifth year the order threatened my family, told them that if they didn’t hear from me every three days that they would come for me, like that worked. As soon as I got home I was told I would be moving back into my cupboard, it didn’t really bother me, nothing bothered me not after I killed Sirius. I stayed in my cupboard all evening until I heard the locks click and the door swung open to reveal my uncle. “Boy, get out here right now” he said, belching right after.
“Yes uncle Vernon” I replied thinking he had some chores for me to do. As soon as I stepped the the cupboard my uncle grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the kitchen, sitting on the table was a stack of papers and a pen.
“You’re going to write all those letters to your freaky friends, I’m going to read them all; you better make them sound happy, boy” my uncle growled, I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Yes uncle Vernon” I sighed, it was obvious I would be getting no rest tonight. I sat down grabbed the pen and began writing; they all basically sounded the same:
Hey guys,
Everything’s good here; they’re treating me okay but I wish I were there with all of you, I look forward to seeing you again.
-Harry Potter
I hurriedly signed my name on the last one. “There, all done uncle Vernon” I say and turn towards him, I notice that what was a full bottle of whiskey when I started was now an empty bottle that used to be whiskey *uh-oh* I thought
“Come here boy, I want to show you something” he stumbled getting up and nearly fell *oh this can’t be good* I thought frantically
“Boy come here!” his voice was rising and even though my mind was screaming to run away I found myself walking towards my uncle. “Yes, uncle Vernon?” I meekly say
“Boy you have no idea how good you have it, we took you in out of the goodness of our hearts, gave you your own room, clothed you and fed you” he slurred, his speech coming slowly.
“you took me in because you afraid of what would happen if you didn’t, you kept me in a cupboard, gave me clothes that are far too large and only feed me enough so I can still work” I replied scathingly. I didn’t see the fist, all I know is that I was on the floor and my uncle was kicking me yelling about my ‘freakishness’.
That was three weeks ago and here I am weeding the rose garden in the blinding rain with the wind howling in my ears. *oh if the order could see me now* I thought bitterly *how the mighty have fallen*. Uncle Vernon is at the pub getting pissed and when he gets home he will be angry about the rain, he will beat the snot out of me and if I’m really lucky that’s all he’ll do. Lately my dear uncle has become quite fond of rape, a topic I had never thought of. I’ve known I was gay ever since that fiasco with Cho last year and I always pictured my first time being tender and loving not full of pain and so hateful. I’m still horridly sore from last night; Vernon thinks that the failure of his company is solely due to the fact I live here 3 months a year. No matter what happens to me I deserve it, I am the reason so many people are dead; my parents, Bertha Jorkins, Cedric and Sirius. It’s my fault they’re all dead, if only I had been stronger, better and smarter they would still be alive. Everything is my fault, everything. I hear my uncles’ car pulling up; the lights turn on in the kitchen and the back door creaks open.
“Boy, get in here and make me dinner, after that I’ll give you a special treat if you’ve been good.” I inwardly cringe as I hear my uncles’ words, but I’m not afraid; I know that I deserve everything I get. I get up and stumble my way into the kitchen not remembering to wipe my feet; uncle Vernon disgustedly eyes my muddy tracks
“You’ll clean that up after while I’m eating or sop mep me boy. I can’t have Petunia and Dudders coming home to a dirty house next week” My aunt had taken Dudley to America, Salem Massachusetts in fact; so he could see what used to be done to us ‘freaks’
“yes sir” I mumble pulling down the pan to cook his steak in, once his steak is sizzling nicely I walk to the cleaning closet pulling out the bucket and mop; while I was walking back I hear the couch groan as my uncle hefts his weight off it and waddles into the kitchen, As I reach the doorway I see my uncle ambling up to the stove, glass of whiskey in hand. I set don the bucket and straighten up only to be knocked down again, whatever knocked me down lands with a heavy thud beyond my head; I panic because there’s something burning hot on my face I bring my hands up and tear at whatever it is. Once it’s off I look and see it’s the steak. I look up to see my uncle chortling,
“What the bloody hell did you do that for?!” I practically scream.uncluncle is on me in a flash *who knew something that large could move so fast?* I think as the kicks and punches rain down on me
“How dare you speak to me in such a manner you worthless freak! I’ll teach you some respect!” my uncle shouts and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper followed by my overly large trousers being pulled off. He enters me harshly and I feel as though I’m being torn apart from the inside, as he is invading me again and again the only thought in my head is *I deserve it, I deserve this*
Author: KittenBabyGirl
Rating; R
Disclaimer: they don’t belong to me, I’m borrowing them; but I promise to return them relatively unharmed.
Summary: In a time of despair and self hatred Harry discovers he has a soul mate. Will they be able to save him? SLASH! WIP
SPOILERS: ALL 5 BOOKS!!!
Warnings: this will be SLASH. There will be non-con sex between an older man and a minor and the minor is also beaten in the beginning. There is abuse, rape and slash here so if any of this Squicks you then please leave. I don’t have a beta so any mistakes are mine and mine alone. If you like this then review; I’ll continue it if people are interested.
Pairings: Harry/Sev, Ron/Hermione more to come perhaps.
A/N\'s: this is told from Harry\'s POV
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The wind is howling; its summer but it’s raining so hard that when it hits you it hurts. Everything hurts though; and I deserve it. What kind of person leads the only person who loves them to their death? When I got off the train after fifth year the order threatened my family, told them that if they didn’t hear from me every three days that they would come for me, like that worked. As soon as I got home I was told I would be moving back into my cupboard, it didn’t really bother me, nothing bothered me not after I killed Sirius. I stayed in my cupboard all evening until I heard the locks click and the door swung open to reveal my uncle. “Boy, get out here right now” he said, belching right after.
“Yes uncle Vernon” I replied thinking he had some chores for me to do. As soon as I stepped the the cupboard my uncle grabbed me by my hair and pulled me into the kitchen, sitting on the table was a stack of papers and a pen.
“You’re going to write all those letters to your freaky friends, I’m going to read them all; you better make them sound happy, boy” my uncle growled, I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Yes uncle Vernon” I sighed, it was obvious I would be getting no rest tonight. I sat down grabbed the pen and began writing; they all basically sounded the same:
Hey guys,
Everything’s good here; they’re treating me okay but I wish I were there with all of you, I look forward to seeing you again.
-Harry Potter
I hurriedly signed my name on the last one. “There, all done uncle Vernon” I say and turn towards him, I notice that what was a full bottle of whiskey when I started was now an empty bottle that used to be whiskey *uh-oh* I thought
“Come here boy, I want to show you something” he stumbled getting up and nearly fell *oh this can’t be good* I thought frantically
“Boy come here!” his voice was rising and even though my mind was screaming to run away I found myself walking towards my uncle. “Yes, uncle Vernon?” I meekly say
“Boy you have no idea how good you have it, we took you in out of the goodness of our hearts, gave you your own room, clothed you and fed you” he slurred, his speech coming slowly.
“you took me in because you afraid of what would happen if you didn’t, you kept me in a cupboard, gave me clothes that are far too large and only feed me enough so I can still work” I replied scathingly. I didn’t see the fist, all I know is that I was on the floor and my uncle was kicking me yelling about my ‘freakishness’.
That was three weeks ago and here I am weeding the rose garden in the blinding rain with the wind howling in my ears. *oh if the order could see me now* I thought bitterly *how the mighty have fallen*. Uncle Vernon is at the pub getting pissed and when he gets home he will be angry about the rain, he will beat the snot out of me and if I’m really lucky that’s all he’ll do. Lately my dear uncle has become quite fond of rape, a topic I had never thought of. I’ve known I was gay ever since that fiasco with Cho last year and I always pictured my first time being tender and loving not full of pain and so hateful. I’m still horridly sore from last night; Vernon thinks that the failure of his company is solely due to the fact I live here 3 months a year. No matter what happens to me I deserve it, I am the reason so many people are dead; my parents, Bertha Jorkins, Cedric and Sirius. It’s my fault they’re all dead, if only I had been stronger, better and smarter they would still be alive. Everything is my fault, everything. I hear my uncles’ car pulling up; the lights turn on in the kitchen and the back door creaks open.
“Boy, get in here and make me dinner, after that I’ll give you a special treat if you’ve been good.” I inwardly cringe as I hear my uncles’ words, but I’m not afraid; I know that I deserve everything I get. I get up and stumble my way into the kitchen not remembering to wipe my feet; uncle Vernon disgustedly eyes my muddy tracks
“You’ll clean that up after while I’m eating or sop mep me boy. I can’t have Petunia and Dudders coming home to a dirty house next week” My aunt had taken Dudley to America, Salem Massachusetts in fact; so he could see what used to be done to us ‘freaks’
“yes sir” I mumble pulling down the pan to cook his steak in, once his steak is sizzling nicely I walk to the cleaning closet pulling out the bucket and mop; while I was walking back I hear the couch groan as my uncle hefts his weight off it and waddles into the kitchen, As I reach the doorway I see my uncle ambling up to the stove, glass of whiskey in hand. I set don the bucket and straighten up only to be knocked down again, whatever knocked me down lands with a heavy thud beyond my head; I panic because there’s something burning hot on my face I bring my hands up and tear at whatever it is. Once it’s off I look and see it’s the steak. I look up to see my uncle chortling,
“What the bloody hell did you do that for?!” I practically scream.uncluncle is on me in a flash *who knew something that large could move so fast?* I think as the kicks and punches rain down on me
“How dare you speak to me in such a manner you worthless freak! I’ll teach you some respect!” my uncle shouts and I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper followed by my overly large trousers being pulled off. He enters me harshly and I feel as though I’m being torn apart from the inside, as he is invading me again and again the only thought in my head is *I deserve it, I deserve this*