Trembling under the sheets

TREMBLING UNDER THE SHEETS.

AUTHOR: Dr. Angelicus (dr_angelicus@hotmail.co.uk)
DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to J. K. Rowling, I am only playing with them, I don’t make money
with this.
RATING: R / NC-17 (violence, non-con sex, underage sex, etc)
NOTES: I really don’t know why I wrote this, I don’t advise you to read it, you have been warned.
This is the repost of this fic, it was in my old profile but I don\'t remember the password so I\'m
posting it here :P
SUMARY: Harry remembers bad moments, very bad moments.
PAIRING: Mr. Dursley/Harry Potter
A/N I HAVE REALLY BAD SPELLING, SO JUST TRY TO ENJOY IT!!! and please review
BETA: Susan (Whelchel)

Life is as each one wants to be.
People believe what they want to believe,
faith is a consolation, not an answer.
God isn\'t but the desire to believe in something,
the desire to obtain answers we denied to see.
SAG

Harry read these words in his first notes, which he wrote the first night he was in Hogwarts,
that night he broke the last bond that tied him to the Muggle world: Faith: : the idea that
something superior to him governed his life. Then he realized he was the one who would decide
his own destiny...

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It was his first night at Hogwarts. Harry couldn’t sleep, he just laid down in his bed with his
eyes fixed in the nothingness. It was one of those moments when thoughts crossed by his mind,
and then he thought about how his life was before being in Hogwarts. Harry Potter wasn’t a
different boy from any other, only by the scar in his forehead, nevertheless he felt that there
was something; he had thought that ever since he was just a boy , living in the cupboard under
the stairs was something different, but in addition he didn’t live like most children of his age.

There wasn\'t love for Harry from the people he lived with, they only spoke to him to order him to
do something: “ Harry ,silence! Get out of my way!, If you do something funny, you will be one
week without eating!”; he only responded with a simple: “yes, Uncle Vernon”, or “no, Aunt
Petunia”, but most of the times he just watched the floor and said “sorry” for something his
uncle would think he had done badly. His life was always the same, shouts and punishments,
locked up in the cupboard under the stairs and when Uncle Vernon was really furious (which he was
very often), he pulled him by his hair. But most of the time he spanked Harry. (Harry’s white
skin was whiter on his buttocks, because he didn’t expose them to the sun very often.) Thus
when Uncle Vernon slapped Harry’s buttocks\' soft skin it left a mark of Uncle\'s Vernon hand
burning in pain. Whenever he wanted to punish him, he laid down Harry on his lap, pulled down his
pants and underwear, and left Harry’s butt uncovered and began to spank him. Harry could try to
run away from him but with his fragile body he couldn’t escape from the big man,…
Harry still could remember the first time Uncle Vernon spanked him. He was eight years old:

--- You stupid boy! How can you be so clumsy? This is what you deserve!.

Uncle Vernon was shouting infuriately; panting each time he slapped Harry.

--- Come on, say it!: you are a stupid kid, you are a sissy!!!.

Harry sobbed, feeling that pain in his buttocks. It was very painful. He felt each blow burning
his skin. He was crying in silence, tightening his teeth trying to stand the punishment.

--- Come on, say you’re sorry, say you’re a sissy.

The man was panting like a furious animal, the kind of animal who enjoys his victim’s pain and in
his glance there was something, something unusual. The fat man continued spanking him and his
voice could be heard in all the house. Harry held himself in silence until he couldn\'t resist
more pain.

--- I’m a sissy!!!, Excuse me Uncle Vernon!!!, I’m sorry, I promise I‘ll be good, excuse me, I’m
sorry!!!.

These words were a pleasure for the furious man but he continued spanking Harry some more
minutes, then he threw him to the ground. It seemed that Uncle Vernon enjoyed Harry’s pain. The
scene was so depressing: Harry was crying on the ground with his trousers on his knees, he
couldn’t move, he was lonely, nobody went to help him, nobody was there to hug him, to love him.
It seemed as everybody, included God, had closed their eyes to Harry\'s pain.
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Harry’s life was thIs It seemed that nobody cared for him, not his Aunt Petunia or his cousin
Dudley; they knew how Uncle Vernon punished Harry and they didn’t say anything. Harry didn’t have
anybody to love him, and because of that he always thought that he was \"just Harry\" and nothing
else, that he wasn’t special. Some weeks before Harry received his Hogwarts letter Uncle Vernon
was working in home on an important project for his boss; thus he was always shouting and angry.
Not even aunt Petunia or Dudley could stand him, therefore they went to visit some relatives in
London for some days. Harry was alone in the house with Uncle Vernon, and he was afraid to get
him upset, so he tried to do everything his uncle asked, as all the day there were shouts,

--- Harry, give me some brandy!!!
--- Harry, silence!!!
--- Harry, I’m waiting for my tea!!!!

That night Harry took something to eat to Uncle Vernon: a cup of coffee, cream and sugar, some
cookies, and some brandy, all this on a small tray. Uncle Vernon was working on his writing-desk,
there were many sheets of paper, books and pencils. Harry entered slowly, trying to keep the cups
and glasses on the tray, but he tripped and fell over, throwing everything on the writing-desk,
so that all the sheets of paper were wet with wine and coffee.

--- You idiot!! My project, I had been working on this all day. Look you ruined everything!!!.

Harry felt ice in his veins. He was terrified. The man was in front of the frightened boy and
he slapped Harry on his cheek. The blow was so strong that it threw Harry onto the carpet and he
lost his glasses.

--- This is the last one!!!.

The furious man raised his hand threateningly. Harry tried to run away but his uncle caught him
and threw him on the writing-desk, his cheeks got wet with coffee and wine. The man pushed
Harry\'s head against the writing-desk and with the other hand pulled down Harry’s trousers and
began to spank him.

--- You idiot! Stupid boy, look at this mess!!!.

Uncle Vernon was furious and began to spank Harry so hard that with only two blows the boy was
crying and shouting.

--- I’m sorry Uncle Vernon!! , I’m sorry!!.

---You’re sorry? That’s not enough, I’m going to make you really sorry!!.

Each blow left a red mark in his white skin. The man was panting, he was furious and Harry
didn’t stop crying.

--- Uncle, that hurts, please stop it, I’m sorry!!!

--- Hurts? It will hurt you more!! .

Uncle Vernon was on Harry’s back, he stopped spanking him, but he was rubbing Harry’s ass cheeks
and whispering in his ear.

--- hurts?

He said maliciously, laughing. Harry was terrified, he felt all of Uncle Vernon’s body on him,
there was something hard pressing against his ass under the man\'s pants

--- Pain? Now you’re going to feel real pain.

Then Harry felt something hot and big pressing between his buttocks. The boy just closed his
eyes, trying to avoid the reality of it.

--- Uncle Vernon , n-no please.

It was really painful, he felt that hot flesh penetrating him very tightly. Harry couldn’t shout,
it was so painful that he couldn’t make a noise. Tears filled his eyes and slipped by his
cheeks, this was very, very painful. Harry tried to shout for help, he tried to call his aunt,
his cousin, to God, to anyone. Finally he could shout loudly:

--- That hurts!! Stop it!!! Please somebody help me!!!... Aunt, Dudley, please help me Ahhh!!!

Harry felt his ass parting in two, his virgin entrance was bleeding, the man was thrusting harder
and faster. Harry was moaning and shouting until he was tired. He rested his head on the
writing-desk. He was crying and sobbing in silence, still feeling that pain but he couldn’t
shout anymore... nobody came to help him, nobody cared for him. He was abandoned.

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Harry’s thoughts returned to Hogwarts. He was alone under the sheets, tears slipping again on
his cheeks. He felt again that pain in his body, but he knew nobody would come to hug him.

THE END