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Shaking under the sheets	By : Angelicus Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 9892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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SHAKING UNDER SHEETS.

Dr_Aicusicus
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DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to J. K. Rowling, I am only playing with them, I don’t make money with this.
RATTING: NC-17 (violence, non-con sex, etc)
NOTES: I really don’t know why I wrote this, I don’t advise to read it, you are noticed.
SUMARY: Harry remembers bad moments, very bad moments.
PAIRING: Mr. Dursley/Harry Potter
A/N: I HAVE A RREALLY BAD SPELLING, SO JUST TRY TO ENJOY IT !!! and please review

Life is as each one want to be.
People believe what they want to believe,
faith is a consolation, not an answer.
God is not but that desire to believe in something,
the desire to obtain answers we denied to see.
SAG

Harry read this in his first notes, he wrote that the first night he was in Hogwarts, that night he broke the last bond that united him to the muggle world , the faith, the idea that something superior to him governed his life, then he realized he was the one who would decide his own destiny...

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It was the beginning of his first year in Hogwarts, Harry couldn’t sleep he was just laid down in his bed and he had his eyes in the nothingness, that was one of those moments at which thoughts cross by his mind, and then he thought about how was his life before being in Hogwarts. Harry Potter wasn’t a different boy from any other, only by the scar in his forehead, nevertheless he felt that there was something. Ever since he was just a boy thought about it, living in the cupboard under the stairs it was something different, but in addition he didn’t live like other children of his age; There weren’t affection words for Harry, no one with the people whom he lived, they only spoke him to order something to do: ‘ Harry silence!, get out of my way!, If you do something funny, your will be one week without eating!’; he only responded with a simple: ‘yes uncle Vernon’, or ‘no aunt Petunia’, but mostly of times he stoop his head and said ‘sorry’ by anything their uncles will think that he had done badly. His life was always the same, shouts and punishments, locked up in the cupboard under the stairs and when uncle Vernon was really furious, (he was very often), he pulled him from hair but most of the times he spanked Harry (Harry’s white skin was whiter in his buttock, because he didn’t exposed them very often to the sun) thus when uncle Vernon slapped the smooth skin of his buttocks that left a uncle Vernon’s hand red mark and burning by the force of the slap. Whenever he wanted to punish him, he laid down Harry on his lap, pulled his trousers and underclothes down, he left Harry’s butt discovered and he began to slap his ass, Harry could try to run to him, but with his fragile body he couldn’t escape from the big man,’ this time the punishment is because Harry broke a cup:

--- You stupid boy!, How can you be so clumsy?, this is what you deserve!.

Uncle Vernon was shouting infuriated, breathed panting each time he slapped Harry.

--- Come on, say it!: you are stupid kid, you are sissy!!!.

Harry sobbed feeling that pain in his buttocks, it was very painful, he felt that each blow burned his skin, tears well up out his emerald eyes, he tightened his teeth trying to stand the punishment.

--- Come on, say you’re sorry, say you’re a sissy.

The man was breathing anxiously like a furious animal, of the kid who enjoys his victim’s pain and in his glance there was something, something unusual. The fat man continued striking him and in all the house shouts were listened , Harry only held in silence until he didn’t stand more pain.

--- I’m a sissy!!!, excuse me uncle Vernon!!!, I’m sorry, I promise that I am going to behave, excuse me, I’m sorry!!!.

These words filled with energy to the violent man and continued striking Harry some more minutes, then he threw him to the ground, it seemed that uncle Vernon enjoyed Harry’s pain. The scene was so depressing: Harry was on the ground with his trousers on the knees he was crying, couldn’t move, he was lonely, nobody went to help him, nobody was there to hug him, to love him. It seemed as everybody, include God just had closed their eyes.

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Harry’s life was thus, but t seemed that to anybody cares for him, don’t to aunt Petunia or his cousin Dudley, they knew how uncle Vernon punished Harry and they didn’t say anything. Harry didn’t have anybody to love him, because this he thought he was only Harry and nothing else, he wasn’t special. Some weeks before Harry received his Hogwarts letter uncle Vernon was working in house on a very important project for his boss; thus he was always shouting and angered, not even aunt Petunia or Dudley could stand him, therefore they went to visit some relatives in London some days. Harry was alone in the house with uncle Vernon, he was afraid to get upset him, and he only did everything his uncle said, all the day were shouts,

--- Harry give me some brandy!
--- Harry silence!
--- Harry I’m waiting my tea!

In that night Harry took something to eat for uncle Vernon: a cup of coffee cream and sugar, some cookies, and some brandy, all this on a small tray; Uncle Vernon was working on his writing-desk, there were many sheets of paper, books and pencils; Harry entered slowly, treating not to throw the cups and glasses he took on the tray, but he tripped and he fall to the floor throwing everything on the writing-desk, all the sheets of paper were wet with wine and coffee.

--- You idiot!!, my project, I’m been working on this all day, look you ruined everything!!!.

Harry felt ice in his veins, he was terrified, the man stand up in front of frightened boy and he struck him on his cheek, the blow was so strong that Harry was on the ground and lost his glasses.

--- This is the last one!.

The furious man raised its hand threateningly; Harry tried to run but his uncle caught him and threw him against the writing-desk, his cheeks got wet with coffee and wine. The man pushed hand Harry’ss head against the writing-desk with his hand and with the other hand pulled down Harry’s trousers and began to spank him.
--- You idiot!, stupid boy, look this mess!!!.

Uncle Vernon was furious and began to strike Harry’s rumps so hard that only with two blows Harry began to cry and shout.

--- I’m sorry uncle Vernon!! , I’m sorry!!.

---You’re sorry? That’s not enough, I’m going to make you really sorry!!.

Each blow that Harry received left a red mark in his white skin, the man was panting, he was furious and Harry didn’t stop crying.

--- Uncle that hurts, please stop it, I’m sorry!!!.

--- hurts? it will hurt you more!! .

Uncle Vernon was on Harry’s back, he stopped striking him, but he was tightening Harry’s rumps and spoke to him on the ear.

--- hurts?

He said maliciously laughing. Harry was terrified, he felt all uncle Vernon’s body on him, there was something pressing against his Uncle Vernon’s trousers fabric.

--- Pain? Now you’re going to feel real pain.

Then Harry felt the heat of uncle Vernon’s skin, he felt something big, long and warm pressing between his rumps. Harry just closed his eyes, trying to avoid this reality.

--- Uncle Vernon , n-no please.

He felt much pain, felt hot flesh coming in very tightly, Harry couldn’t shout, it was so painful that he couldn’t make a noise, tears filled his eyes and slipped by his cheeks, that was very, very painful. Harry tried to shout for help, he tried to call his aunt, his cousin to God to anyone; finally he could shout noisily.

--- That hurts!!, stop it1, please somebody to help me!!!... Aunt, Dudley please help me Ahhh!!!

Harry felt this heat in his ass, the man pressed harder and harder against Harry’s rumps. He was moaning and shouting until he was tired, he rested his head on the writing-desk he was crying and sobbing in silence, still feeling that pain but he couldn’t shout more... nobody went to help he, nobody cares for him. He was abandoned.

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Harry’s thoughts returned to Hogwarts, he was alone under the sheets, tears slipped again on his cheeks, he felt again that pain in his body, but he knew that nobody will come to hug him.

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