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Escaping This World	By : sablecurse Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 25499 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Where the last chapter ended:

A surge of magic swept across both men.

"Harry," Salazar whispered.

Salazar nodded to Voldemort and stood. "I have to go find out what that was. I'll come by once every couple of weeks or so to keep in touch and see how things are progressing."

Salazar rushed from the room, not giving Voldemort a chance to reply. He had to go see what had caused such an outburst from his equal.

Chapter 12 – These Wounds

Earlier that Same Day

Potter Villa

Harry rocked back and forth with his knees to his chest, his hair stuck to his neck and face with cold sweat. He had recently jolted awake out of his worst nightmare since waking up in the hospital. While Harry's night terrors normally featured Voldemort or the deaths of Sirius and Cedric, this one shook him on an even deeper level. This nightmare was a playback of every time Vernon and Dudley were rough with him when they raped him (which, to be honest, was most times).

Harry had tried to push all the pain and anger at his abuse to the back of his mind until he could work through it with his therapist. But his nightmare had made him realize something important – if Harry didn't confront or report the Dursleys, none of them would be punished for what they had done to him. Harry decided that, before he could work beyond his issues with his past, he needed to confront them.

Harry finally unfolded himself from his fetal position and headed to the shower. No doubt he would need another after he meet with the filth he called his relatives.

An Hour Later

Surrey, England

Harry's steps slowed the closer he came to the house he had only recently escaped from. Much of his mind screamed that he should run back home to safety and that he was crazy for coming here. But that stubborn part of his mind kept him on his path, however slowly he was walking it. His stupid Gryffindor bravery was determined to see this through.

Harry finally stepped up to the door of number four, Privet Drive and, after a few seconds of hesitation, opened the door without bothering to knock. He heard the television on in the living room and quietly closed the door behind him.

Knowing that whatever happened would include yelling on at least Vernon's part, Harry threw up silencing wards. Harry used his magic to bring to him all the items he had left behind that Vernon hadn't destroyed. It looked like only the items in the hidden place under the floorboard in his room were still there. He tucked the album and wand in the cloak and stuffed the bundle of cloth into his robes.

Harry walked into the living room, waiting for one of the three Dursleys to notice his presence. Vernon was the first to notice Harry, evidenced by his face turning from a light pink hue to a reddish purple color. The large man stood with a bellow and charged towards his small nephew.

Harry felt a twinge of fear before gathering his courage. With a flick of his hand, he sent his uncle back into his seat on the couch. By now, the other two occupants had noticed Harry.

"How dare you come back here, you freak! Not only did you ruin my summer business, but you left a mess on the floor and walls. I thought that at least we were rid of you," Vernon growled out.

Vernon's nonchalant attitude about his plans to fill his nephew's summer with forced prostitution to fill the man's greedy pockets and the way he complained how Harry putting a bullet in his head left a mess snapped something inside Harry. He went from wanting to confront them to wanting to punish them.

Harry's face turned into an uncharacteristic sneer. "I would shut up, you fucking pedophile." At Vernon's outraged below, Harry cut him off before he could start a tirade. "I think you have forgotten a vital piece of information. I am seventeen now. That means I can do all the magic I want."

Harry almost laughed at how pale all three became. He was somewhat surprised at Petunia's next words.

"B-But, you can't use the bad kind. You'll get in trouble. Like the man who killed your parents did."

Harry gave a shrug. "Even if I did use those spells, it's not like anyone could track me. In case you didn't notice earlier, I don't need to use a wand. If I killed you all here, no one could prove it."

Harry let out a loud laugh at the frightened faces of his relatives before he suddenly turned serious. "I won't be killing you, though you all deserve it. What I have in mind is much more…appropriate."

"I'll report you! You ungrateful, little-"

"Ungrateful!" Picture frames on the mantle exploded. "And what should I be grateful for? Being starved?" Exploding dishes could be heard in the kitchen. "Being beaten?" The television screen blew out. "Or maybe I should be grateful to you and your whale of a son for raping me too many times to count!" The floorboards began to rattle throughout the entire house. Harry stuck the frightened trio to the couch to prevent them from running or lashing out at him and walked over, the debris from all the exploded items circling around the edges of the room.

He looked to Petunia. "While you didn't take an active part in the rape, you didn't stop it. And since I could remember, you made me clean everything only to complain nothing was ever clean enough. Your punishment is to never feel anything is clean enough and have the unresistable urge to continuously clean. That might not sound like much, but living day after day spending sixteen hours with your hands in cleaning solution trying to scrub non-existent dirt off of every surface for the rest of your life will quickly turn into the hell that I had to live."

A sickly yellow light appeared from Harry's hands and sunk into Petunia.

"How dare you!"

Harry silenced them all. "Don't worry Vernon. I'll get to you. First though, is your son."

Harry turned to Dudley, who looked like he wanted to sink through the couch and hide. "Ah, Dudley. I have the perfect fate for you. You always tortured and beat me when we were children and took away all my hopes of having a friend. Then you followed your Father's example and raped me instead of trying to help. Your punishment will be that no one will ever want to be friendly to you, leaving you alone. In addition, every time you try anything sexual, you will grow limp before you get any kind of satisfaction. That's even if you can get someone to let you near them with the other punishment in place. And don't even try raping someone – painful won't even begin to cover it. I'm sure the loneliness and despair will eventually catch up with you."

A navy blue light left Harry's hands and engulfed his cousin.

Harry turned finally to his uncle and he gave a frightening smile. "Finally your turn, Uncle. Don't worry. I saved the best for last. You beat me for over ten years and raped me since I was nine – NINE! As if that wasn't bad enough, you had to go and let the horrible secret out and sell me to others, you fucking greedy bastard. And then you killed Hedwig, my longest and only remaining friend. Your punishment shall be to tell of all your evils. Since you decided to break the secrecy, you will feel the need to tell the police every misdeed you have done and provide proof if they ask for it. You will also tell them about the man you brought here to rape me that night and provide as much information as you can about other child rapists you know of. After you are convicted, you will attract the attention of the most brutal convicts who will be happy to rape and beat you the entirety of your stay in prison – I'm betting that will be a long time. And you will never again be able to get any kind of sexual satisfaction, just like your idiot son. You will also know that people look on you as a freak or abomination."

A violent red color was pushed from Harry's fingers and struck Vernon.

Harry stared at his blank-faced relatives, their lack of expression left over from the recent spell-work. He felt like some of the weight from his heart had lifted, but he still felt miserable. He still had an urge deep down inside to kill them. His emotions were even higher after rehashing his past.

The sudden sound of the front door opening with an accompanying magical signature made Harry send his magic out at the person rounding the corner. He must not have noticed the person coming earlier due to his emotions and own magical expenditure.

Salazar used his own magic to shield himself from the magic and debris sent to him as he turned the corner. Luckily, he was prepared since he could tell the magic was based on turbulent emotions.

Harry's eyes widened and his magic ebbed, the debris hitting the floor. "Salazar."

"Harry. I felt your magic reacting strongly." Salazar glanced at the three people on the couch and recognized advanced spell-work on all three. He looked back to Harry. "Are you okay?"

The tightly wound string on Harry's emotions snapped at the concern in Salazar's voice and he started to sob loudly.

Salazar rushed forward and cradled Harry in his arms. He was a little surprised when Harry clutched onto his robes tightly and sobbed louder.

"Come. Let's leave here." Salazar started guiding Harry to the door, sending out his magic to repair all the broken items. He also made sure to erase Harry's visit from the muggles' minds. The last thing he wanted was Harry to have to explain his visit there to others.

Salazar led Harry to a nearby alleyway and held him tightly. "I'm going to take you to my home in France, alright?"

Harry, still crying and wiping his tears on Salazar's sleeve, gave a faint nod.

Salazar disapparated them both away from Surrey to his château in France. Once they arrived, Salazar hastily keyed Harry into the wards and guided the sobbing young man into his home and upstairs. He guided Harry into a guest bedroom and carefully tucked Harry under the covers. Harry clutched one of the pillows to his chest, but refused to let go of Harry's robes. Salazar sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked through Harry's black strands of hair. And then Harry started talking.

Harry told Salazar everything – the abuse, the rape, Sirius, Hedwig, the loneliness, the revenge. Some part of his brain was yelling at him to shut up, but it seemed that Harry had held onto things for too long and he couldn't stop himself.

After Harry's finished talking, he buried his face into the pillow. His sobs were finally calmed down and his tears were drying. A few minutes passed before Harry gathered his courage and looked up into Salazar's face, whose hand was still running through Harry's hair.

"Salazar?"

"Yes, Harry?"

Harry bit his lip. "Do you think I'm disgusting now?"

Salazar frowned. "No, Harry. I think your relatives are the disgusting ones and I would kill them in a heartbeat if I thought it would make everything better."

Harry smiled at the fact that Salazar wasn't disgusted with him.

Salazar stood from the bed and gave Harry's hair one last caress. "Rest, Harry. We can talk later."

Harry gave a tired nod, drained from both all the magic he used and the emotional upheaval he had been through. He quickly fell asleep.

-ETW-ETW-ETW-ETW-ETW-

Song for this chapter: Crawling by Linkin Park

A/N: I'm unsure if the British jail system has the same reputation as the ones in the U.S. does regarding people who have been convicted of sexual child abuse (especially males). Pretend it does even if it isn't the case.
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