Don't Let Me Go - Tomarry

The Hate He is Given

Edited 

3rd person pov

"Boy!"

Sixteen-year-old Harry flinched in the cupboard under the stairs at the sound of the shrill female voice; it must be time to make breakfast. Harry sat and listened as Aunt Petunia unlocked the door.

"Get up boy! We want pancakes and sausages. Don't burn anything this time," Aunt Petunia said as she unlocked the door.

After making sure she was gone, the small boy emerged from the cramped cupboard that was located under the stairs.. Harry crept into the kitchen and started pulling out everything necessary to make the required food. He was being as quiet as possible to keep the other two sleeping Dursleys as they were, asleep and this was how Harry liked it best. Aunt Petunia was in the living room reading some gossip magazine.

Once Harry finished with the pancakes, he started on the sausages. It wasn't long before he heard pounding on the stairs signaling that one of the males was awake. By the speed of the steps it sounded like Dudley, he wasn't as bad as Vernon was.. He hadn't hurt Harry since the first year at Hogwarts after the dementor attack and had actually tried to help Harry on various occasions.

Dudley walked in the kitchen and gave Harry a small smile, which Harry returned before turning back to finish cooking the sausage. Harry turned to the fridge and pulled out the milk and the orange juice. Turning, Harry slipped on his too large pants and dropped both drinks. He managed to catch the milk, but the orange juice hit the floor and the glass bottle shattered.

Harry froze as the juice seeped into his socks. Dudley appeared in the doorway that led to the dining area and then to the living room. The large boy's eyes got wide as he took in the sight of Harry standing in the large puddle of broken glass and spilt liquid. Harry hurriedly started to clean up the mess with Dudley helping before both froze at the sound of someone coming down the stairs.

Quickly, Harry pushed his cousin away, mouthing for him to leave. Dudley stood and went back into the dining room with some reluctance, leaving Harry to clean up the mess. Panicking as the heavy steps came closer, Harry made a grab for the mop, but slipped on the wet surface and landed on his back.

Harry could feel where glass had pierced his flesh and his head throbbed where it had smacked the tile. Before Harry could pull himself up, Uncle Vernon came through the door into the kitchen, his face already a ripe plum color. Already sensing what was coming, Harry retreated into himself. Watching the event more as a spectator than as a first hand account. Harry watched as Vernon grabbed him by the hair and dragged him up the stairs into what used to be Dudley's second bedroom. After Harry's first year at Hogwarts, Uncle Vernon turned the room into a torcher place for Harry.

The walls that used to be a nice cream color, were now a nasty yellowish with what looked like brown spots but was actually dried blood. The carpet that used to be white was a pale sickly color with the same reddish brown spots scattered everywhere and back in the corner was a dried pool of blood having the carpet permanently stained. The only furniture in the room was a metal bed frame with a sagging and extremely blood stained mattress.

Violence and Rape Warning*

Uncle Vernon reached the door and threw it open. He flung Harry against the wall, leaving fresh blood where his head hit with a sickening crack. The boy lay on the floor dazed, but knowing Vernon wasn't finished. Said man followed Harry into the room and kicked him multiple times. Harry could feel ribs cracking and his skin breaking. Tears streamed from his eyes as he lay there silently. The overly large man soon began to tire of kicking and pulled his belt from his pants.

Giving Harry a swift kick to the head that sent his glasses flying, Vernon stomped on his hand. This effectively broke three of the boys fingers and his wrist. The whale then flipped Harry onto his stomach with a vicious kick before raising his belt in the air. With a sickening whistle in the air, the metal studded belt came down on Harry's vulnerable back. It sliced through skin, muscle and what little was left of the shirt with little resistance.

Harry curled himself into a ball to try and protect himself as the blows kept coming. Finally the blows stopped. Harry's back looked like a slab of meat that a crazed butcher had gone at with a knife. Strips of skin hung from several places on Harry's back with muscle being exposed to the air on some of the deeper cuts. Blood streamed from the lashes and soaked into the carpet beneath the teen. Harry had almost passed out from the pain and blood loss but he had managed to just barely cling to consciousness.

By this time, Vernon was breathing heavily and his face down to his neck was flushed a deep red. He grabbed Harry by his neck and flung him onto the bed. The man proceeded to rip Harry's pants off him and then his boxers. Pulling down his own pants and boxes, he climbed on top of the raven haired teen and plunged into him. Harry let out a small scream at the feeling of his butt being torn open again and again as Vernon moved.

"You like that do you, you little slut!" Vernon growled at Harry as he plunged once more and cumed in the sixteen-year-old.

Vernon collapsed on Harry, jaring his broken ribs even more and crushing a lung. After a moment Vernon pulled out of Harry and gave him one more smack up the head, pulled his pants back on and left the room, locking the door behind himself.

Done Now*

Harry lay there on the mattress, slowly bleeding from his back and finding it harder and harder to make himself take that next breath. He could feel himself being pulled away from the pain, from his body, from life. From what seemed to be underwater and very far away from him, a door opened and someone gasped.