Royal Potter

Harry was seven the first time he was beat.

He had been tending his aunt Petunia’s garden, when Dudley came running out or the house with his group of monster friends.
As one of them tripped over a rock and almost fell right on aunt Petunia’s favourite flowers Harry experienced his first burst of accidental magic.

Dudley’s friend paused mid air, seemingly frozen in time. Then suddenly the friend was on the ground five feet away from the garde and looking confused. Dudley looked pleased though for Harry did something wrong and Dudley could get him in trouble.

So Dudley put on his best terrified face he could muster, though he looked nothing more than a squashed toad, and screamed. “Mommy!” And that was all it took for Petunia Dursley to come running out of the kitchen where she was making dinner and send Harry to his cupboard for his punishment later when Vernon returned from work.

…

Harry was a small for the age of seven. He had dark brown skin and a bright emerald eye. His hair was black and short but in the winter the Dursleys would let him grow it out and it would become curly. He had an odd lightning scar that started at his hairline and went through his left eye. His left eye wasn’t like his right, it was still green but milky in the way a blind persons was.

Harry moved to the spot on the floor he called his bed, and waited for Vernon to get him.

…

When Vernon finally came home, Harry heard petunias shrill voice coming from upstairs. No doubt telling Vernon what had happened.

Eventually the cupboard door slammed open and Vernon’s meaty hand shot through the doorway and grabbed him. Vernon threw Harry against the wall and wrapped his hand around Harry’s neck.

Harry had only expected a stern talking to and nothing more. So when Vernon’s hand tightened around his throat Harry started to panic. “ Please stop. Stop. Please!” He begged as tears rolled down his face. “Please… Please!”

He kicked his feet and wiggled around, his hands shot to Vernon’s and tried to pry them away. Harry’s vision started to fade and just before he couldn’t see anything Vernon dropped him.

Harry crumpled to his knees eyes and started coughing and wheezing, trying to catch his breath. Eventually when he looked up, Vernon was purple with rage.

“You freak! You destroy the petunias in the garden and then use some sort of-of FREAKISHNESS to try and put the blame on my dudders friends!” Vernon’s vein in his forehead swelled so much it looked like it was about to burst. “ How dare you after all we’ve done for you! Have you a house and food. You’d better not do something like this again boy. Or you’ll get a worse punishment.”

Vernon picked him up by the hair and threw him back in the cupboard.

“No food for three days.” He said then slammed the door shut, locked it and walked away.

Harry sat on the floor and watched in the shard of mirror he found as tears rolled down his face. He sat there for hours watching as the bruises slowly appeared. Watching as they went from pink marks to an angry red and finally purple with yellow spots.

When he finally lay down he couldn’t find a spot where his neck wouldn’t hurt. He leaned against the wall and hoped sleep would come. When it finally did it Harry hoped he’d never have to wake up again.

…

When Harry woke up what only seemed a couple minutes later. It was to banging on the cupboard door.

“Boy! Come out you now! You need to make breakfast” said a high pitched voice that could only belong to petunia Dursley.

“Yeah you Freak, come out and make me my breakfast. Or I’ll feed you to aunties dogs.” Dudley’s voice yelled from the kitchen.

Harry stood from his spot against the wall. Walked to his mirror and the first thing he say and cringed at wasn’t his eye like normal. Though it still looked disgusting, with its milky appearance. But this time the first thing his eyes were drawn to was the bruises on his neck.

“One eye, hurry up! I’m hungry!” Dudley’s voice called again. Harry tore his eyes from the mirror and walked out the door, turned to his right and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a pan and started making pancakes.

Vernon walked into the kitchen and sat at his spot. Harry walked past him to put pancakes on Dudley’s plate then he walked to Vernon’s. This was pretty much routine but wasn’t was when Vernon grabbed his waist on his way by. Vernon inspected him for some time and then released him.

“Petunia” Vernon said “could cover up these bruises before we send him to school.” Petunia grabbed Harry and walked to the bathroom. She grabbed her make up bag and put on this liquid that covered the bruises on his neck.

She brought him back to the kitchen and told him to get back to cooking. He made more pancakes and some bacon. On his way past Vernon, Vernon only watched.

When it was time for school Harry grabbed the dishes and started washing them. When he finished Petunia grabbed his bag and threw it at him. He caught it without a thought and walked to the door almost robotically.

Harry hated school, don’t get him wrong he loved learning but he hated having to run from Dudley and his gang of friends. Hated having to hide and pretend he wasn’t hungry. For if Dudley saw him eat he’d tell Vernon.

Harry got in the car and sat beside Dudley. He looked out the window and didn’t look at Dudley no matter how much he taunted him. Because he knew once he did Dudley would make comments about his eye.

He didn’t look at Vernon because he did t know how to feel about him grabbing his waist. He didn’t know how to feel anything except for hate at the world for letting him live this way. Hate for the way his parents let this happen. Hate for the way he looked, for the way he was looked at. He hated the Dursleys treated him.

He wanted to escape but he couldn’t.

…

For the best few years the same routine would happen, he’d get beat, sometimes a fist sometimes a belt, when he made a mistake and Petunia would cover it up with what he learned was makeup. He even learnt how to cover them himself. Every breakfast Vernon would grab his waist or squeeze his ass like he used to do to Petunia. He learned to flinch every time something moved fast and when to be quiet whenever he accidentally did magic.

But it all changed when Petunia died. Harry was fifteen mow, he had to do all the chores. The cleaning he already did most of, the cooking and the gardening.

They held Petunias funeral in the winter. Vernon and Dudley went of course, and Harry stayed home to cook a meal for when they returned. When they did they ate the food Harry had made then Vernon sent Dudley away to one of his friend’s house. Then holed himself away in the room.

When Harry was called to Vernon’s room he knew something was wrong. Harry was never allowed to go into Vernon’s room.

So he walked to the door and knocked before opening it. He didn’t dare walk in not even when Vernon told him to.

The room was an awful yellow with a huge four poster bed with bright pink comforter and sheets. Beside the bed was a nightstand with a half empty glass of water on it. On one of the rooms walls was a window with pink curtains to match the sheets.

Vernon grabbed Harry by his hair and pulled him into the room. He slammed the door and locked it before turning to Harry. Harry’s scalp burned. He touched it gently with his hand. He looked at his hand and saw little red speckles of blood.

“Boy you’re going to listen to me and do everything I say. Understood?” He’s said in such a calm tone that Harry started to get scared.

“Why” he said.

“Boy I do not have the patience for this today. Do as I tell you!”

“No!”

“Boy you will do as I say.” Vernon grabbed his belt and whipped Harry with it.

The sting from the belt didn’t hurt as bad as it used to. Every little misstep after Petunias death was punished with twenty whips.

The twentieth hit, hit the spot where Harry was stabbed with a stick by Dudley and his gang the other day.

Harry groaned at the pain that erupted through his body. His hands immediately went to his wound on his side, he felt the blood leaking out. Tears welling in his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll listen” He said.

“Good, now strip”

“What?” Harry said voice wavering.

“Be a good boy and strip. Then lay yourself on that bed and close your eyes.” Vernon said slowly losing his temper.

Harry started taking his pants off and while doing so tears started welling in his eyes. He took his torn up, bloodstained shirt off when the tears started to fall. He took his socks off and then he was only in his underwear.

He went to go lay on the bed when Vernon stopped him.

“I said to strip. That means your underwear too.” Vernon nearly yelled.

Harry turned to him with wide eyes the tears forming faster and falling to the floor. He shakily brought his hands to his underwear and brought it down his legs. He could feel Vernon’s stare on him. Harry felt as though he was being hunted. He stepped out of his underwear and walked towards the bed ,almost sobbing, layed down and closed his eyes.

He heard the belt that was in Vernon’s hand’s, fall to the floor, pants with it. He heard Vernon’s heavy footsteps walking towards the bed. Then he felt a hand on his leg, trailing along the bottom to the top. The other hand was copying the movements and by the time the hands reached Harry’s thighs Vernon pulled harry close.

Harry was sobbing, barely breathing. He was in such a state of terrified panic as he begged Vernon to stop. “Please! …hic- please stop! Dont-Don’t do it, d-d-do t do it please!”

Harry knew what was happening, he’d seen people talk about it on the news.

But the begging didn’t stop Vernon the next thing Harry knew he was screaming at the top of his lungs from the sheer pain of Vernon pushing his cock in all the way. Vernon started thrusting ruthlessly and wouldn’t stop.

Harry was wailing and screaming. He clawed at Vernon, tried to kick him, hit him. But nothing worked. Vernon’s hand grabbed Harry’s cock and started tugging on it. Moving his hand up and down. His other hand dug into his hips so hard that Harry’s only thought was More bruises to cover

Harry who was starting to go numb, tears had started to dry. He was still screaming but his voice was beginning to become hoarse. Harry came with an ear splitting shriek. He tried to pull away from Vernon. But he wouldn’t let him go.

“You’re not done yet boy. Get back here!” Vernon growled. Harry kept wiggling around and trying to escape but to no avail. Vernon grabbed Harry’s arms and tied them with his tie then tied them to the bed.

Vernon continued to thrust into him until he came. He left Harry tied to the bed and sat there for a couple of minutes.

“Let me go.” Harry croaked. “Let me go and you’ll never have to see me again. I know you hate me so let me go!” Harry’s voice had raised at some point while he spoke.

“No. I don’t think I will. You’ll make such a good slut for me. I’ll be able to use you as a cock warmer whenever I want” Vernon said before he grabbed Harry and shoved a sock down his throat.

Harry couldn’t breathe out of his mouth anymore and could just barely through his nose. Vernon tied something around his mouth so even if Harry tried, he couldn’t spit out the sock.

He tried to scream but that only made him start choking. Before he could try anything else. Vernon was inside him again and he was thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.

And it hurt so much Harry wished for death, he wished so desperately to be anywhere else. Anywhere but this room. Anywhere without this man.

And then there was a twist in his gut, he felt like he was squashed in a tube. Then suddenly he fell on a hard wooden floor with a thud. The pain from the floor was nothing to how much his side hurt.

Harry heard footsteps and immediately curled up on the floor he saw someone peek through the door and see him naked on the floor and the person ran away. The person looked so disgusted by him. No one would ever want to be friends with him anymore. Or even look at him anymore. No one would ever want him at all.

Those thoughts put Harry into another state of panic and he started hyperventilating. His vision was tunneling and starting to fuzz around the edges. He was vaguely aware that he was still crying, but that.

He heard the door open again but it sounded so distant. He vaguely saw the outline of someone reaching out to him.

“Don’t touch me!!” Was all he could manage to say before he collapsed and his vision turned black.