Poor Harry Potter

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling. Only the plot, belongs to me. Though I do wish I had a Harry chained up somewhere…
Warnings: Slash- in later chapter, rape, non-con, incest, self-harm and possibly more as the story continues.
Author note: This is my first fan fiction story, that I have written and I hope it stands up to the quality of the other stories here. Anyway on with the show.

Chapter 1.

When Harry Potter-saviour of the wizarding world, stepped out of platform 9¾, his eyes immediately started to browse through the crowds of people, looking for his only living relatives left, that he knew of-the Dursley’s.
He godfather, someone he barley knew, but loved more than the Dursley’s , who he has known his entire life, was taken from him. Killed, murdered, pushed through the veil in the Department of Mysteries, by one of Voldemort’s Death Eaters, Bellatrix Lestrange. The same Death Eater, that took a part in the torture of one of Harry’s friends parents, Neville Longbottom.
Even though Harry knew that it was her, that killed Sirius Black, made him fall through the veil, Harry couldn’t help the guilt that swept through his body and his conscience telling him that it was his fault that he was gone. “ if you hadn’t believe Kreacher, if you weren’t stupid enough to go and risk the lived of your friends, because you believed that Sirius was in trouble, because of something you saw in your mind, Sirius would still be here with you today, saying goodbye, instead of leaving you alone, to stay at the Dursley’s all summer.” he conscience kept reminding him the whole journey here.
The Dursley’s were from his mother’s side of the family, the only reason why Harry had to stay with the for the summer. His mother Lily died trying to save him that fateful day when Lord Voldemort came to kill Harry, due to half of a prophecy he heard. Because of the fact that his mother died saving him, left some powerful protections on Harry and because of that Harry needed to stay at the Dursley’s for the summer to re-new that protection.
Petunia, Vernon and Dudley, the family Harry only had left, he wouldn’t of minded of course if they actually liked him, but that was the case. They hated him, despised him, hated him because he could do magic, in their words he was a freak. They used him as their personal slave, making him cook dinner, clean the house and garden. His bedroom held a bed, which mattress was .lumpy and you could feel the springs when you move and broken toys of Dudley’s. He was used as a punch bag, to Dudley and his friends, who loved to beat up Harry for fun. Harry was subjected to verbal abuse from his Uncle Vernon, at any time of the day, though Harry was grateful that Vernon hadn’t raised a hand to Harry. Yet. But that could be because of a threat of a on-the-run murder godfather hanging in the air. Lucky enough the Dursley’s had yet to find out about the fact that, that threat no longer existed.

“BOY, get into this bloody car now!” barked Vernon, his beady eyes looking for any of the freak’s friends, but found none. Vernon knew better to get on the wrong side of those people.
As Harry made his way into the car, he couldn’t help but pray that the Dursley’s never found out about the death of his godfather, because he knew the effects wouldn’t be good, for him anyway.
Unfortunately the fates wasn’t on Harry’s side…

Tbc?

Authors Note: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter I just wanted to put it out to know what you lot think soooo....
Do you like it? Should I continue or hang up my writing career before it started? Its up to you. I appreciate any criticism, but no flames please.
Also if any is interested in being my beta, just send me and email: DYSUGARLIPS@aol.com.