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AN: This is my first Snarry fic...I'll try to update as soon as I can...Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

He stood at the gates of the
station, searching for the familiar site of his Uncles business-loaned car. He
finally caught site of it a little down the road and gradually pushed his
belongings toward it.

He could
see his Uncle standing outside the automobile, glaring at people that passed
him by. They�re probably wondering how
anyone can be that large. Harry didn�t dare speak the thought aloud as he
stopped in front of his Uncle.

�Well,
boy?� Harry flinched at the nickname. �Hurry up and put you�re damned things in
the back! I don�t have time for your laziness.� Harry did as he was told and
climbed in next to Hedwig�s cage.

As the car
began to move, Harry gazed out the window. He was so lost in his own musings he
didn�t hear his Uncle address him until the vehicle came to a complete stop. He
looked up, confused, before his Uncle turned around in his seat and snatched
the front of his shirt, pulling him forward.

�You will listen to me when I�m speaking; do
you hear me, boy?� Uncle Vernon spat
menacingly into Harry�s face. He nodded numbly. �That goes for my wife and
Dudley as well, boy. I will not tolerate your insolence any longer.� He growled
then released Harry, shoving him back into the seat. �From now on you will do
as we say when we say it, understood?�

�Yes, Uncle
Vernon.� Harry replied quietly. He
didn�t expect the response he got, however, as his Uncle turned beat red and
growled out.

�You will
address me as sir or not at all!� Harry nodded mutely. The rest of the ride
went in relative silence as Harry pondered the newest dilemma held before him.
He knew his family hated him; it would have taken a blind, deaf and dumb man
not to see that. However, it appeared that within the year he had been away they
had stretched that hate to immeasurable levels.

When they
reached the house, his gigantic cousin was waiting in the front lawn. The look
he held on his pug-like face, worried Harry to an extreme. His fears only increased
as the boy made his way to the car and yanked Harry out, sending him flying
backwards. Harry looked up and cried out in dismay as Hedwig�s cage was slammed
onto the ground. He tried to push Dudley away but was
pulled back roughly by his neck and held firmly in place by his immense Uncle.

Harry
watched in horror as his cousin leapt on the cage. He turned away, trying to
block out the nauseating sound of the poor creature�s body snapping. Uncle
Vernon shoved Harry forward and ordered him to grab his belongings and follow
him.

Harry
shakily grabbed his trunk, attempting frantically not to look at the broken
body laid out before him. He struggled to drag the trunk behind him as he
followed his Uncle, holding in his tears.

They stopped
before the center of the backyard where his Uncle proceeded to set his trunk on
fire. Harry jerked forward with a cry but was once again held back by his
massive Uncle�s grubby hands.

�You won�t
need these things anymore, boy.� His Uncle smiled maliciously at the horrified
look on the young boys face. When the fire had completely died down, the only
thing left was his wand.

Harry tried
to scramble forward but was pulled back and slammed against the side of the
house. He coughed and sucked in a gasp of air. His glasses had flown off on
impact and he looked up with blurry eyes as a loud snap reverberated throughout
the yard. He didn�t require his eyes to know what had just occurred. His Uncle
had snapped his wand in half. He slid to the ground in defeat and shock. Everything
had happened so quickly it had left him with very little time to understand it
all.

�Get up,
boy.� Harry stood up automatically and was shoved into the house roughly. A
piece of paper was thrust into his hands and Harry squinted down at it, trying
and failing to make sense of the blurred words.

�I can�t
read it without my glasses...� Harry looked up and was smacked across the face.
He gingerly touched his cheek in confusion.

�Did I not
tell you to address me as sir?� His Uncle growled out before shoving the boy�s
glasses into his hand. �You are not allowed to speak unless spoken to,
understood?�

�Yes
sir...� The soft words were weak. Harry finally looked down at the paper in his
hand. It was a list of chores ranging from sweeping, dusting, dishes, cooking, cleaning
Dudley�s room, mowing the lawn, tending the garden as
well as several other ridiculous tasks.

�While you
are here these will be your daily chores. If you do not finish any single one of these tasks you will not be fed.� Harry glared at the paper.
What had happened? He was completely lost. The Dursleys�
had been horrible before but this was beyond anything Harry had anticipated.

�Well, what
are you waiting for, you useless boy?� His Aunts shrill voice sounded like an
alarm. Harry flinched and began the chores laid out before him.

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It was several hours later
before Harry had finished with most of the chores inside. He started toward the
back door but was stopped by his Uncle.

�First you�ll
make our dinner, boy. My little Dudley is hungry.� Harry
glared at the massive boy in question. Unfortunately, his Uncle saw the look
and cuffed the boy soundly in the ear. �If I see one more disrespectful look
from you I�ll skin you alive, boy...� Harry shuddered and proceeded to make
their dinner.

�You will
not leave this room until we are finished, is that clear?� His Uncle said.

�Yes sir,
but...� Harry stopped at the look he received and tried to back up but his
Uncle was too quick. He snatched Harry by the wrist and pulled him close. �You
will obey without question, boy...� Harry nodded; the fear evident in his eyes.
He stood to the side quietly and watched his overgrown uncle and cousin make
gluttons of themselves as his Aunt watched her son with pride. Harry masked his
look of disgust quiet effectively. In the back of his mind, he vaguely noted
that even Dumbledore would not have known his true thoughts.

The dinner
went by fairly smoothly. He was only told to re-fill his Aunts drink once and
the rest of the time he merely stood off to the side. Finally they seemed to be
finished and his Uncle ordered him to do the dishes before he finished his
chores. Harry complied without question.

When the
list was finally complete, Harry was exhausted. After making sure he wasn�t
dragging dirt into the house he slowly made his way toward the stairs.

�Where are
you going, boy?� He jumped at the voice and turned around. His Uncle was
grinning nastily.

�...To bed,
sir?� Harry asked shakily. The large man laughed in a way Harry found to be
quite disturbing. Yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, the Gryffindor in him
was screaming. This is wrong! Stand up
for yourself, Harry! None of this is fair and you know it! Do something! Of course, Harry ignored
it. He even went so far as to stuff it into a tiny, imaginary cage. Gryffindor
bravery would not help him here; it would only cause more damage. Harry was
smart enough to realize this. He had become resolute to this fact mere hours
ago. He watched his Uncle stalk toward him but didn�t dare move a muscle.

�No, boy,�
He looked like Christmas had come early. �Your room is down here now...� He
roughly yanked Harry toward the cupboard under the stairs and shoved him in
head first. Harry yelped as his head hit the far wall. Faintly he heard the
sound of locks on the closed door before his Uncle stomped away heavily.

Harry
sighed as he curled up in the small space below the stairs. Welcome home, Harry. He thought with
heavy sarcasm. He tried desperately to find a comfortable spot to lie but he
was still extremely sore from his first day home. If I don�t die by the end of this summer it will be a miracle. As
he turned he discovered even more sore spots, including the side of his jaw. He
rubbed it tensely, knowing it would be a bruise by morning.

Eventually,
he drifted off into a fitful sleep...

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The scene before him was horrific. He gagged as he watched the Deatheater molest the small child. Her parents watched in
agony as their daughter was defiled. Harry looked away covering his mouth in
disgust. He tried to block out the sounds of her cries but it was nearly
impossible. He fell to his knees as an unbearable pain wracked his body. The
masked man had cast cruciatus on the little girl and
Harry was feeling the full effects of its torture.

Harry shot forward with a cry,
smacking his head on the stair in front of him. He fell back with a groan. His
body shook with the after effects of the vision. It was now three weeks since
he had first arrived at the Dursley�s and his body
was now paying dearly.

�Boy!�
Harry flinched visibly as the cupboard door was wrenched open abruptly. Just as
hastily, he was yanked forward into the hallway by his gruff Uncle. �Your Aunt
is having visitors over this evening and I want this place spotless by 5,
understood?� Harry nodded wordlessly and scrambled to his feet. He flinched as
his Uncle raised his arm slightly before laughed spitefully and walking away.
Harry sighed and began the impossible task laid out before him.

As two
O�clock rolled around, once again Harry was halted to make lunch
for the family. As usual, he stood off to the side and served them when needed
before he was released to do the dishes and finish the rest of his chores.

By the time
it was five O�clock, the inside of
the house was spotless and Harry had started on the backyard. Crawling around
in front of the garden, he gently tended to the weeds that had begun to take
over. After a few minutes he was cut short by a painful smack on the back of
his head. He lurched forward slightly before spinning around to glare.
Realizing his slip-up, he masked his expression but it was too late; he yelped
when the fist made contact the side of his head.

�Get up you
insolent boy!� Harry was quick to obey and stood before his Uncle. �You have ten
minutes to make a decent meal before Petunia�s guests arrive. Afterward, you
are to serve them as you do us, understood?� Harry only nodded. He had stopped
answering vocally awhile ago seeing as doing so usually just caused problems.

He raced
into the kitchen and, after washing his hands, began to make the dinner. Before
long the guests had arrived. Harry was in progress of setting the table and
distantly heard them talking in the sitting room. A few moments later his Uncle
entered the kitchen, inspecting everything to make sure it was as he required
it.

�It�s
rather messy, but it will do. You should feel so lucky I don�t beat you for not
making it perfect, boy.� Harry said nothing but stood off to the side as the
guests and Petunia entered the room and took their seats. He tried not to watch
as they ate; it was only reminding him just how long it had been since he had last
eaten. Two days ago he had accidentally bumped his Aunt while dusting the
cabinet. As punishment he still hadn�t been fed.

Just as he
did for his family, Harry would re-fill the guest�s glasses when they needed it
and retrieve anything else they required. Before long, the group had returned
to the sitting room and he was ordered to make tea. He balanced the tea as well
as the appropriate amount of cups, sugar and the small pot of milk on a serving
tray and made his way into the sitting room. Once again, he stood off to the
side, re-filling their tea when needed but otherwise staying out of the way and
ignored.

After what
seemed like ages to Harry, the guests had finally left and his family had
retreated to their rooms. Harry stood in the kitchen and quietly began cleaning
the dirty dishes. His Uncle entered through the side door and Harry watched him
nervously with his peripheral vision. The overgrown man stood there completely
still, watching the boys� every move. It was a completely unnerving site to
Harry who was having troubles concentrating on the task at hand.

He
collected a few of the plates and turned around to put them in the cupboard. As
he made his way across the linoleum floor, he slipped. Shit...I�m dead...The brief thought passed quickly, before Harry�s
body crashed abruptly along with the dishes he had been carrying. The noise was
stupendous and Harry began to panic, crawling around as quickly as he could to
gather the pieces up. Hazily, he realized he was muttering, �I�m sorry, I�m
sorry.� aloud, again and again.

As he
reached for a larger piece of glass a heavy boot came down harshly on his hand,
smashing it into the jagged shard. Harry let out a cry and tried desperately to
pull his hand away but the tugging only made it more painful. Just as quickly
the foot came back up only to connect with his side, sending him flying into
the wall. He landed with a sickly thud and coughed trying to get air back into
his lungs. He grimaced at the pain in his hand and quickly yanked the piece of
glass out with a sharp intake of breath.

His Uncle
was suddenly hovering over him. Harry looked up in fear and apologized once
more but his Uncle didn�t appear to hear him or just didn�t care. He was kicked
again, this time directly in his stomach causing him to curl up in pain. With
every intake of breath he was once more kicked. The beating seemed to go on for
hours, though it only lasted a few minutes. The overweight man was enunciating
every blow with cruel words of hate and malice. �You are a worthless fool, boy.
Nobody wants you. Where are your friends now? They don�t want you. You should
be dead. You�re nothing but trouble.�

Harry lay
still, trying frantically to take in air and all the while waiting for the next
blow. But it seemed his Uncle was done for the night. He flinched as the man
took hold of his collar and dragged him painfully toward the cupboard, throwing
him in and bolting the locks. Harry had one final thought before the darkness
took hold of him, I should be dead...

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They where all there; familiar faces of Voldemorts casualties swam
before his eyes. �Harry...why did you let me die?� Harry let out a muffled sob as he stared into
the face of his beloved Godfather.

�No...I didn�t mean to...� He
covered his mouth as all the faces of the victims, whose deaths he had
witnessed in his dreams, encircled his body. It was his entire fault. All these
people had died because he wasn�t strong enough to save them. His Uncle was
right; he was useless. �I�m so sorry...� Harry sobbed once more as Cedric stood
before him. His face was contorted in misery.

�How could you Harry? You had to
make both of us grab that cup, didn�t you? You are a murderer, Harry...� The
apparition drifted off as another took its place. Each time they appeared
before him, they blamed Harry for what had occurred. Harry fell to his knees as
a familiarly cruel voice rang out. �Kill the spare...�

He woke up gasping for air,
fighting off his invisible demons for a moment before he realized where he was.
He leaned back slightly, catching his breath. The light shone through the slots
of the cupboard door and he hazily watched the dust dance through the air. He
realized then, it must be past eight, which confused him slightly. Why hadn�t
they gotten him up yet? It wasn�t like them to let him sleep in.

He groggily
made an attempt to open the door but it was locked. He lay back down and
focused on the sounds of the house around him. It seemed like everyone was gone
but it didn�t make sense for them to keep him in the cupboard. How would any of
the chores get done?

His mind
began to wonder. He only had one day left before he would be released from this
hell. Yet, at the same time, he really didn�t think he deserved to be. His
birthday had come and gone without so much as a single letter from anyone. In
fact, he hadn�t received any mail all summer. His Uncle was right; he wasn�t
wanted in this world or in the wizarding world.

The sound
of the front door slamming brought Harry out of his daze. The cupboard door was
yanked open and he was forcefully dragged into the hallway.

�Get up,
boy. I have a special task for you.� Harry looked around blurrily. His cousin
had pushed him down the stairs the day before and his glasses had shattered. He
dimly noted that it was now raining out. He must have been in a daze for quite
some time then. There was no sunlight streaming thought the window any longer.

He made a
small noise in the back of his throat as his Uncle dragged him toward the back
door.

�The shed
door has been given me troubles, boy. I want you to go outside and fix it. If
it�s not finished by the time I come to get you tonight, I won�t feed you for
the rest of the week, got it?� He nodded slightly and shivered as he was thrust
into the cold rain, the door slamming behind him. Lovely.

He made his
way gingerly toward the shed and noted a blurry shape on the ground facing the
door. He bent down and ran a hand over the object, realizing it was a box of
tools. Sighing he began to work on the crooked door, his blurry vision make it
all the more difficult.

By the time
supper had rolled around, his entire body ached. He sneezed several times and
glared up at the sky spitefully. He shivered violently has a cold gust of wind
whipped past his soaked body.

�Boy!�
Harry flinched visibly. He dully noted that the door was working much better
then it had been but he had no doubt in his mind that his Uncle would still
find it flawed. �Come inside and make us dinner, you worthless shit.� Harry
almost sighed in relief. Apparently, the larger man hadn�t intended on actually
facing the elements to check Harry�s work.

He made his
way quickly past the burly man and washed his hands before making their dinner.
He stood by the kitchen wall silently observing his family.

�Get me
another roll, boy.� Harry was quick to obey before retreating back to his
corner. His mind drifted as his Uncle droned on about something with drills. He
sneezed and grimaced at the look his Aunt sent him.

�That�s
disgusting, you freak! If anyone in the house gets sick I�ll rip out your
tongue you, sick little boy!� His cousin laughed, it appeared that he was
picturing Harry without a tongue. Harry tried not to make a face and sighed in
relief when the family had finished.

He
collected the dirty dishes and began to wash them just as the phone rang. He
could hear his Uncle arguing with someone on the other line. The man was
getting angrier by the minute and Harry hurried to finish the dishes before he hung
up the receiver. No doubt, any bad news his Uncle heard was even worse news for
Harry.

He finished
in record time and quickly made his way through the sitting room.
Unfortunately, he still wasn�t fast enough and he held in a shiver at his
Uncles voice.

�Harry...�
He stopped. Did he just call him Harry? He turned around and flinched at the
menacing look his Uncle was giving him. The cruel smile that graced his lips
could have made a grown man scream in terror. As it was, Harry knew it would
have been an ignorant thing to do and held his tongue. �Come here, boy.�

Harry
slowly took a step forward. Despite the fact that the large man sounded calm
and unthreatening, Harry knew better. He stopped before the overgrown man and
flinched visibly when he lifted his hand. Uncle Vernon smiled wickedly again,
brushing his fingers along Harry�s jaw line. The movement sent shivers down
Harry�s spine. This was exponentially more alarming then if he had just
attacked him.

�You�re
such a pretty little boy, Harry.� Harry said nothing and masked his emotions as
best as he was able. �It�s not normal for a boy to be so pretty...� His Uncle
trailed off and Harry yelped when the larger man grabbed his throat. He flailed
as his body was slammed against the wall, his Uncles mass pinning him there.

Harry tried
desperately to pull the hands off his throat, struggling for air as his Uncle
began running his free hand up and down the young body in front of him. In a
flash, Vernon had both Harry�s
wrists gripped in one hand, holding them both above his head.

Harry gasped
for air, desperately trying to fill his lungs again. He became so absorbed in
steadying his breathing that it took him several minutes to realize his Uncle
has stripped him of his jeans. He struggled as the burly man began tugging on
his underwear.

�No! Stop,
please!� Vernon backhanded the boy
viciously. The sound of his head hitting the wall echoed down the hallway. Bright
white lights danced before Harry�s eyes for a moment before he was again aware
of his surroundings. Vernon griped
the boys� thigh tightly, pulling the boys legs around his waist and whispered
into his ear.

�If you say
one more word...if you so much as twitch to stop me...I will beat you within an
inch of your life and leave you to die...� Harry let out a shaky breath and
tried to ignore the pain in his thighs. There would be hand shaped bruises
there without a doubt.

Vernon
tore Harry�s underwear off and unbuckled his own pants, releasing his throbbing
member. Harry closed his eyes tightly and tried to imagine he was anywhere
else. He flinched as his Uncle forced his small frame to straddle the large
mans hips before thrusting into the small body.

He cried
out in agony. It was more painful then anything else he had ever felt. The
obese man didn�t falter his movements and with every thrust Harry saw darkness
across his vision. His mind was frantically searching for an escape from the
torture. His Uncle was unyielding, pounding into his abused hole.

Slowly,
Harry�s mind lost its focus. Everything became silent but for a dull ringing
in his ears. He stared at the far wall, the rose colored pattern catching his
attention completely; everything else fading away.

Suddenly,
Harry was released; his used body hit the floor with a faint thud. Vaguely,
he was aware of his collar being grabbed and his body hitting the floor of the
cupboard. The sound of the locks clicking into place reverberated around the
small space and Harry only half listened to what his Uncle was telling him.

�I�m taking
you to the train station tomorrow, boy. I want you out of this house for good! Don�t
you dare come back! You step foot in my yard and I�ll shoot you on the spot.�

That night,
Harry drifted in and out of conscious. His entire body ached and his mind was
going a mile a minute. He began shivering uncontrollably at one point and knew
he was getting sick from being outside in the rain. Eventually, his body drifted
into the darkness.
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