The Road To Evil

Disclaimer - I do not own any of these charactors. J.K.Rowling does. By the way if you do not like male/male relationships or violence do not read. Thank you.

\"BOY!\" the yell came from downstairs followed by a loud thumping up the stairs. The door swung open with a loud crash as the door hit the wall.
\"Why haven\'t you made breakfast yet?\" the fat purple faced man yelled.
\"I just woke up Uncle Vernon,\" the small teen boy replied trembling as he lay on the bed.
\"You just woke up... You just woke up? You fat lazy shit all you do is sit on your arse all day doing nothing now get down there and make breakfast,\" Vernon ordered slapping Harry hard across the face.
Harry headed downstairs and began making breakfast which consisted of bacon, eggs, sausages and hash browns with toast and coffee. Harry was not allowed anything as he had punishment for Dudley breaking a glass at dinner the fortnight before.
Harry washed the dishes when everyone had finished their meal and went out to the garden where he sat and began to pull out weeds and water the flowers.
He sat there enjoying himself while doing the gardening it was there when Vernon couldn\'t beat him anymore until he went back in side.
All too soon it was time for Harry to go in and prepare lunch and while the Dursley\'s were eating Harry put the washing in the machine and began to dust the house. They finished lunch so Harry could then do the dishes and set about vacuuming the house.
Putting the clothes in the dryer Harry sighed he was so tired and had no energy (from lack of food) and just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. Harry finished his chores and started to prepare the tea wishing to himself that he could for once in his life be happy.
After tea Harry was in the kitchen washing the dishes when Dudley rushed in a crashed into his side making him drop the plate he was drying and it was sent crashing to the floor.
\"DAD Harry broke a plate,\" Dudley yelled.
Vernon\'s head poked around the corner turning from a deep red to purple.
\"Why the hell did you do that for? We give you the food off our table, clothes and a bedroom and you have to go breaking all our things for that you will get punishment,\" Vernon roared as he undid his black leather belt.
SLAP the first hit Harry across the face making him gasp in pain.
Blow after blow hit him across the face, neck, shoulders and back.
Vernon decided fists would be better and began punching Harry repeatedly in the stomach and where ever he could reach. After what seem like ages he stood and left Harry in a pool of blood.
Harry was lying on the floor blood pouring out of his nose and where the belt had cut into his face, arms, chest and back. He could feel he had a broken collar bone, broken ribs that were puncturing his lungs and a smashed wrist. He lay on the floor for what felt like hours before managing to stand and make his way to his bedroom.
There was a loud knock on the door.
\"Get that boy,\" Vernon yelled.
\"Yes Uncle Vernon,\" Harry replied and limped towards the door which he opened.
Harry let out a gasp of shock as he recognised the person standing at the door...