Dark Love

Chapter 1: Pilot

    This chapter has been edited and hopes yall love this story.

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 I'm alive. Harry slowly began to shift waking up slowly taking in all the pain his body was giving him. Groaning softly as he slowly sat up and rubbed his sore limbs. Stomach and his legs throbbed in pain as he gripped the sheets. Slowly getting up and noticing the time. It was past midday and he had to get up for work. The latest night his uncle really had a tantrum. His uncle was bad but last night he had escalated it. Feeling his heavily scared thighs and stretch mark-laden stomach he felt the disgusted rise in him. Taking a shuddered breath he started getting dressed the memories playing in his mind. 

*The flashback btw the flashbacks are extreme*

Harry cringed as his uncle came flying into the kitchen where he was working on cleaning dishes, yelling at the top of his lungs, and turning purple. "You made me lose my job you little freak and now I'm going to teach you a lesson" his uncle yelled grading Harry's arm and yanking him to the secret basement door. "I was late to work again and you know why? Because your worthless husk didn't wake me up" His uncle hissed in anger and Harry just tried to ignore it. His aunt and cousin were gone to watch a movie leaving him with no one to save him completely helpless to the angry man. They walked down the stairs. Each one felt heavier and heavier knowing exactly what kind of torture his uncle intended. They entered the small room and Vernon shoved him at the metal table in the middle. Harry already know what was to come.

His uncle turned him around forcefully and tore his clothes off making them even more like rages than before. Harry didn't fight he was used to it and fighting only made things worse. Trying to go to his brain's happy place as his uncle hoisted him onto the metal table and his arms and legs strapped down in doggy style. The freezing metal against his bare skin was his only distraction. He heard a beep as his uncle turned on the camera. A cold metal object was soon inserted into his ass. No preparation and he knew one of his scars had opened up. It hurt like a bitch but Harry had become numb to it all. Focusing on the cold metal to distract from the pain and trauma. Another beep and fluid started being pumped into his body. Bracing himself he heard his uncle leave to go watch tv. His heavy foot sets on the stairs as he left.

Harry felt his stomach start to expand. Disgust bubbled in his chest as this all felt so unnature. Huffing as his stretch-marked stomach stretched all over again. This had happened so much his stomach showed stretch marks as if he had been pregnant. Just more evidence that the old fool ignored. It felt like forever before his uncle came back down the stairs and turned off the machine and camera. Unhooking Harry but before anything could escape he took out a butt plug. "Go and shower before your cousin and aunt come home freak" his uncle spat and Harry limped to the bathroom. Harry stood in the shower and just felt the water clean him but it would never cleanse the disgust he had.

*end of flashback*

Shaking his head and standing up, Harry apparated to his secret hideout and started getting ready for his next job. The only escape he had from being with his 'family' was doing his commission work for the dark side. Someone from the dark wanted a certain major dead and as a for-hire assassin, he is so happy to apply. Sighing in relief as he took off his glamour revealing long, wavy, black hair going to his shoulders. A shape jaw and gorgeous green eyes. He became slightly shorter at about 5,6. His eyes looked a bit dull if you looked closely and never focused on anything. Harry was blind and had been since he was a young kid and his uncle bashed his head against a wall.

Changing into his uniform was made up of black leggings that hugged his ass in just the right places and had pockets. A blood-red tight shirt clings to this chest. His red combat boots. And a cloak that hood made sure no one saw his face. This was what he loved to wear but couldn't due to keeping the perfect boy who lived mask up. He grabbed his sniper and apparated to a building near where the speeches were being said and got ready. Guns are almost impossible to track in the magical world and vice versa magic is impossible to trace in the normal world. The mayor's face soon appeared in his scope and Harry took the shot. Harry quickly apparated back home to wait for his to arrive to go and claim the money.