The ABC's of Loving You [ Tomarry

Whip

Whip;
a strip of leather or length of cord fastened to a handle, used for flogging or beating a person or for urging on an animal.

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The Dursley's are absolute pieces of shit

Harry subconsciously connects to Tom through the horcrux and he comes to save him

Let's pretend Tom only made two horcruxes, Harry and the locket. So, the events of the Chamber of Secrets never happened, and Harry isn't going on the horcrux hunt

So that means Tom's sane and hot have a nice day

TRIGGER WARNING: abuse, blood. Please be advised that the beginning of this fic includes these triggers and it is completely up to you how comfortable you are with reading that. This is only in the beginning and won't happen throughout the fic, BUT it will be referenced. I'll include a warning when the abuse is taking place, but not where it is being talked about.

Draco/Harry friendship because I need that in my life right now

Somehow this turned into a Lucius and Narcissa adopt Harry fic

I was rewatching the original star wars trilogy when I wrote most of this. You'll understand where that comes into play in this

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It was the summer before Harry's last year at Hogwarts, and all Harry wanted to do was run and never stop.

In a few weeks, he'd be turning seventeen and would be legal in the Wizarding World. While this meant that he could leave and find his own place to live, the Dursley's didn't see it in the same way that Harry did.

Which made no sense, honestly. They hated Harry, why weren't they happy that he could leave soon?

They just don't want to lose their favourite punching bag, Harry thought to himself, grimly, as he washed the dishes.

With his hands, thanks to Dudley breaking the dishwasher in a fit of rage a few days previous. Harry still wasn't sure how that was possible.

Of course, it also had to do with Harry being there to do all the chores. Petunia didn't want to do them, Vernon wouldn't be caught dead doing them, and how could they force their ickle Diddy-kins to do them?

So, Harry was forced to live his Cinderella fantasy, doing all the chores, wearing hand me downs, dealing with three terrible family members, and being stopped from going to the ball.

If only Prince or Princess Charming could save me, Harry mused to himself, drying off another plate.

It was a funny thought because, as Harry found out in the last seventeen years of his life, no one was coming to save him.

Sure, he spent about ten months away from this hellhole, but the two months that he was here was fucking torture. He had tried telling his friends, but it's not like they could do anything. Professors told him not to be so dramatic. Could they not see the bruises? The anguish? How terrified Harry was to go back every year?

But, no help was ever given. Harry had originally thought that Dumbledore would do something, but it turns out that he had been the one to give him to the Dursley's in the first place.

So, Harry had to be his own Prince Charming. He taught himself to act strong, to never crumble emotionally even though he was in pain. He gave himself hope, inspiration, and tried to love himself. When he got hurt, he learned how to heal himself to the best of his abilities.

It hurt to be alone in this. But there was nothing that Harry could do about it.

"What's taking you so long, boy?" Petunia snapped, making her way into the kitchen. "You still need to make dinner. It's five o'clock and poor Dudley is probably starving."