tomarry vampire fanfic

chapter one

harry potter pov:
*hint hint wink wink, there's rape in the next chapter, just be warned*

'thoughts' 

''words'' 

'''parselmouth''' 

i was sitting on my bed, minding my own business when hedwig bloody decided that it would be bloody brilliant to make a noise. but hell, it was midnight, so it makes it even better. oh, so much better since my uncle came in to yell and most definitely beat me.

*rape skip if you don't like*

but the most surprising thing was he didn't yell at me, but he did hit me. at first, he just glared at me, then he walked all up in my space and pushed me down face first on the bed. i wouldn't be complaining if it weren't for the fact that i'm only in my boxers. 

he decided that he'll start by his usual; the world famous 'use your belt as a whip' technique. it wasn't as bad as when i was little, but it still left scars. i tensed up waited for the beating, but it never came.

when i turned around to see what was going to happen, i was met with a fat walrus. well, that's what i thought it was at first. turns out that the 'fat walrus' was my naked uncle. at first, i didn't know what to make of it, but when he reached for me, i got a clue. i reached for my wand but my uncle was quicker; surprise.

he grabbed it, twirled it in his fat hand, then snapped it. and through my shock, he threw it across the room, then turned back to me. he grabbed my hands and tied them together with the bedsheets, then stuffed the excess bedsheet in my mouth as to muffle my cries.
in one swift rip, he had torn my boxers in half and threw the remains across the room next to my wand. he looked down upon me with lust in his eyes, then he positioned himself to me, then pushed full on all twelve inches inside of me.

i tried to scream but had no success with the bloody cloth in my mouth, nor could i hit him with my hands tied. so if you add them together you'll figure out that i was forced to lay there and get raped by my uncle. but fuck, at least he isn't related by blood, or that would be worse.

but honestly what's worse than getting raped by your uncle, your uncle enjoying it. oh! you already knew that? well congratulation, do you want a gold star? or a cookie, yha you want a cookie. but i can't get it right now, 'cuz imma getting molested by my uncle.

as he pulled out he would pant, and while he pushed in he'd grunt, which in the ways of the 'vernon dursley language' meant that he found that this, this act of child abuse felt good to him and that he approved of it happening in the future.

so i just sat there as he pounded against my perineum, and every so often i would cry out in pain because fuck! getting raped hurt. but he just kept going, he never stopped, well, until he did. eventually, it took forever but eventually, he exploded his warm seed inside me, grunted, then pulled out.

*rape is gone, for now*

he stared at me, lust gone from his blue eyes, then collapsed on top of me. soon after i heard the thunderous snores bellowing from my uncle on top of me. somehow, don't ask me how i managed to maneuver myself out from under his three-hundred-pound self, without waking him. once again, surprise.

i quickly wiped myself of cum and blood with the shirt, more or less the remains of a shirt, that was on the floor. i threw the shirt in the hamper in disgust. i quickly got dressed in muggle clothing and as quietly as i could, packed a bag of my necessities; my invisibility cloak, the marauder's map, some clothing that fit me the best, and the remains of my wand.

once they were all in my backpack i put it on and silently left the room and went down the stairs, not before letting hedwig out of the window. i picked the lock to my 'old bedroom' at the foot of the stairs. i grabbed my broom, and at last, left the house.