Harry Potter and the hard life

Pivot Drive

Pivot Drive is a very normal neighborhood with perfect lawns and manicured gardens. From afar it looks amazing. But if one looks closer, they will find a small child hidden away from the world.

Harry Potter has never been passed the property line of number 4 pivot drive and is only allowed to go outside at night to cut the lawn (with scissors) or weed the garden. You will never find him outside during the day. In all the 8 years of his life Harry has had to put up with his uncle's constant disapproval and the disciplinary action he takes when angry. Everyday Harry must cook breakfast, lunch, dinner dust, sweep and mop in all the rooms, clean up after Dudley, garden, and make sure that the grass is the right height. When ever he didn't do it right then he would be punished. He got punished when his uncle was drunk or for breaking a run or even just for breathing to loud. Basically, no matter what Harry did he got punished.

One day Harry was finishing up dinner as his uncle Vernon came through the door. He was placing the plates on the table when Dudley stormed down the stairs and into the kitchen ramming straight into him. Harry was placing Vernon's dinner down knocking it straight out of his hand onto the floor. When Vernon heard the commotion, he came rushing into the kitchen as fast as he could.

As he entered Harry started to try and clean up. You could see his anger grow as his face became purple. He grabbed Harry by the scruff of the neck and dragged him to the punishment room. Just last year he had remodeled the third bedroom that used to be Dudley's toy room. It now serves as the punish room for Harry. So it has chains on the walls, a cabinet in the corner that contains whips and toys (not the kid friendly kind). He tossed Harry on the floor as he walked in. As soon as the door closed, he began. Kicking and punching him black and blue well screaming profanities at him.

"YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FREAK! WE GAVE YOU A ROOF OVER YOU HEAD AND CLOTHES ON YOUR BACK AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US!! BY BREAKING OUR STUFF!!! THIS IS WHY YOUR PARENTS LEFT YOU ALONE AS THEY WHENT OUT DRINKING! THEY KILLED THEMSELVES TO GET AWAY FROM YOU!! YOU WORTHLESS FREAK!"

All Harry could do was take it. He knew that if he made a sound it would only make it worse. He was biting his lips so hard that it started to bleed. It took all his strength not to cry out. When Vernon finally stopped hitting him Harry finally thought it was over. Oh, how wrong was he. Vernon grabbed his arms and strung hip up by chains. He watched as Vernon went over to the closet and opened it. Harry wondered what was in it. He knew it couldn't be anything good because well it's his uncle nothing good ever comes from his uncle. He watched as he grabbed out a belt with lots of metal spikes.

This went on for an hour and Harry had yet to make a sound. It wasn't till Vernon released him and tossed him on the bed, practically naked due to the rips the belt made, that he stated to make a noise. He was crying and whimpering thinking that it might finally be over. Wrong again, Vernon grabbed five semi long ropes tying his hands and feet tightly to the bed posts and one around the neck. He felt as Vernon got on top of him. He couldn't breathe.

"Move and the rope around your neck tightens. Make a noise and the rope tightens. Got it you Whore!?" Vernon said in a low whisper.

Harry was scarred. Vernon had never called him that before. He didn't know what was going to happen next. He could feel as a Hard object was pressed against his bum. He was so confused he forgot he wasn't allowed to move. He started squirming, and when the rope tightened around his neck he screamed, and it tightened more. He kept screaming till he felt something snap in his neck and couldn't scream anymore. He stopped moving as he felt the hard thing enter his bum hole. He couldn't make a noise. He just cried. He cried as he felt the object pump in and out of his bum. The last thing he remembers is something filling his bum before he object left his bum then everything went black.