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Child Full of Grace	By : DivinePotter Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 19574 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Child Full of Grace
- 2-An Awful Birthday Surprise
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Child Full of Grace
Author's Note: This is a sexual abuse story. This means forcible sex with a minor. If not comfortable with the subject please go back. This also may contain incest, rape and Extreme child abuse. Thanks!
This chapter contains dreadful lies also.
*** An Awful Birthday Surprise***
For about four years Harry had been living as a slave and not a relative with the Dursleys who lived in Privet Drive.
After those four years he had been a victim of his uncle's strange, evil, and dirty conduct.
Young Harry Potter was living in hell ever since he had been brought up to live with his aunt and uncle. His life was full of madness and wretchedness. He had to work as a slave for the only family he had in the world he only knew it existed. He had to endure the beatings and the work he had to face every day of his miserable life. Harry Potter was the most miserable child in the face of the planet.
Besides that, Harry Potter was in fact the only infant in the city whose life was very dissimilar from other children in many ways. Not also because he was the only child to do the housework in the house since he was four, but because he was very abnormal.
Nobody in town, except the Dursleys, knew this. Harry Potter was the wizarding's world Golden Boy. This "special' boy was the only one to survive against the most feared Dark Wizard in the century, Lord Voldemort. He didn't know this of course.
Because he was just a child, he plainly ignored this. However he could never forget the dreams he had when he was a baby till he was four. He would always dream that he was free and there was probably a second chance for him instead in the living hell he was living right now. But his dreams had changed when he was five.
His dream started with a man in a hood that made the hairs on Harry's back stand up. Harry wasn't sure if he was a man for he had a strange face. This "man' did "odd things' to Harry. "Things" that he would later understand as an older boy. This man made Harry feel uncomfortable and sometimes useless because this man did the exact things of someone he knew.
That someone was Uncle Vernon. When he was five, his uncle had made sexual advances on him.
Harry, however, was extremely naïve, very young, and did not know what was going on. But he was now feeling uncomfortable. He remembered pleading his uncle to stop.
"Please stop Uncle Vernon, you're hurting me"
* Slap * His uncle had slapped him hard on the face and Harry was quiet.
"Shut up, boy!" Was his uncle's only response to him.
But as his uncle kept sexually abusing him, his fear of adults (mainly men) had started.
Dreadful thing was that he didn't know that his fear of adult men would increase.
Harry's terror was about to reach a more terrifying level when he had barely turned six. He would enter a new world of suffering and wretchedness.
The day Harry had barely turned six (as he could remember) was when he had started eating breakfast and his cousin Dudley had started crying suddenly.
Dudley was tired all of the sudden of eating pancakes and cereal. He wanted something to satisfy his appetite and that something was ice cream and candies. His mother kept insisting that that wasn't breakfast but this had only angered Dudley.
He kept wailing and pounding the table with his small and fat fists. His mother had given up and took him out for ice cream and candies after the outburst he had.
Harry was left alone with his uncle. Harry was never left alone with his uncle in the house but he was very sure outrageous things were about to happen.
He didn't feel hungry anymore so he placed the plate in the sink, grabbed a sponge, and washed it. He was finished, just in time when his uncle had arrived to the kitchen.
His eyes never left Harry's gaze and Harry was making his way to his cupboard. His uncle blocked his way and spoke in a clear and deadly whisper.
"I suppose today's your birthday, isn't it boy?"
Harry nodded and his fear had come back to him. He was six now and he knew the definition of fear now.
His uncle nodded and cocked an eyebrow. His shadow overcasts Harry.
"I see. Well since today is a new year for you, I thought things aught to change here. Don't you agree, boy?"
His tone is cold and malevolent that it makes Harry look weak and disgraceful.
"You are growing such a pretty little boy" his eyes dart up and down Harry's small figure. "Well, since it's your birthday, I thought something special for you should be in order. Follow me now boy"
Looking rather scarred but at the same time curious he followed his uncle to the living room.
Could his uncle be giving him a present? NAHHH!!! Preposterous!!! Harry thought. But why did his uncle say there was something 'special' for him in order?
And why did he say he was growing up such a 'pretty little boy'? Not that this was odd for him because many men had considered him gorgeous and pretty. But not by his uncle!
They had arrived silently and Harry noticed something very odd around the living room. The living room was now dark for the lights were off. The curtains were pulled tightly closed. There was a still and deadly silence around the room and Harry shivered at this revelation.
He tried to get out but his uncle was blocking away his way out again. He grabbed Harry by the arm and whispered wickedly.
"Think you can get away, boy? Huh?" Harry could feel his hot breath on his face.
His uncle's grip on Harry's small and thin arms tauten more. Harry winced and he could feel his eyes watery all of the sudden.
Harry closed his eyes and all of the sudden his uncle clenched his fist and punched Harry hard on the head. Harry cried and fell on the floor. His uncle grabbed him once again.
"Shut up boy!! If not, it'll just get worse" Vernon smiled under his black mustache.
Harry cried silently and his uncle grabbed him ruthlessly on the hair. He lifted him from the floor as he shakes Harry very violently by the hair. He cried this time louder but his uncle clamped his hand over his mouth.
"What did I say boy—what did I say?" He seemed beyond reason and he flung Harry aside on the floor. Harry kept whimpering silently and he heard something snap in his arms.
His uncle snickered softly as he looked down at the little boy.
"Your really pathetic, boy. Thank God you still don't know what you really are" he made his way to the whimpering boy and kicked him hard on the ribs and Harry heard another "snap'.
Harry was almost unconscious after many minutes of beatings. His inhalation was labored and he closed his eyes for a moment.
His uncle kept staring at him for a long time, his eyes almost red with malevolence. He stood Harry on his feet and then he wrapped his arms around Harry's small and broken waist as he carried him up the stairs and into his room.
Harry fluttered his eyelids and could barely see where he was taken. He hears a door snap open. His uncle comes in and throws Harry on the bed.
The room is also shrouded in darkness and the curtains are tightly closed together. His uncle suddenly closes the door and makes to Harry's slumber and spoiled body. His smirk has never left his face and Harry wakes up all of the sudden.
He knew this wasn't the end of the pain his uncle was bringing to him. He could almost feel the blood coming from his head from all the severe beatings.
Harry shudders violently and his uncle can sense it.
"The neighbors were right after all. You are very pretty indeed. I would like to have a bite of you and then gobble you up, pretty boy" He raises a hand and brings it down to Harry's hair. He runs his fingers slowly and smoothly as he strokes Harry's hair.
Harry cringes and closes his eyes as tightly as he can. He can still feel the tears coming out of his beautiful emerald eyes.
"It wasn't a bad idea bringing you in into my house, you know" his hand was making it's way down to Harry's back as he was rubbing it in a circle.
"Yes not a bad idea along, when it comes to pretty little children like you." His hands were now all over Harry's slumber body. He was now unzipping Harry's jean now.
"Ohhhh. Your father is so lucky. I bet your father would love to gobble you up right now if he were still alive. Mhhhhh, he would definitely love to get his hands all over you, boy" He whispered those meaningful lies to Harry.
Harry shuddered but at the same time he knew his uncle was lying. He was sure that if his father were still alive, he wouldn't have been doing this kind of torture to his own son. Or would he?
He never knew his parents but he was not sure if his relatives did either.
"It's not true what your saying, Uncle Vernon" Harry whispered abruptly. His uncle smiles even more. It makes him look like a demon right now.
"How do you know that boy? You have never met your parent, but I did" he kept on whispering those insolent lies to the battered child. He now jerked Harry's pants off and he placed his hand between Harry's legs and he rubbed him gently.
"It's not true" Harry's voice was getting weaker. He didn't care if his uncle was molesting him right now. But he wasn't going to let his uncle insult his father like that.
"How do you know? I have met your parents. Your mother is really beautiful, but to bad for that because of what she really is." the next sentence came to a astound to Harry.
"Ohhh. But your father is nothing but a bloody bastard. Yeah, that's right. He was only interested in pretty looking people like you and your mother. Whether they were male or female" He chuckled softly.
Harry shook his head. It was all a lie. It had to be a lie.
"It's true what I'm saying, Harry. Your father once told me that he was sure you were going to grow up as a pretty little boy" He rubbed Harry very roughly this time. Harry was now shaking violently and his uncle placed a hand on Harry's chest to keep him motionless.
"He had plans for you. He wanted to do a lot of things to you, as you grew older. He wanted to touch you in this manner" Vernon's hand had now slipped Harry's boxers and he gripped his young erection. "He wanted to sleep with you, and kiss you, and eat you, and even posses you sexually"
Harry didn't know what this meant but he was sure it was not polite.
"Nooo!! That's not true! I don't know what you mean but my dad would never ever hurt me! And if he did would those things to me, I'm sure my Mum would do something about it! I know you really didn't met my Dad too" he chocked down a sob.
"Believe it or not boy, it is true. I once saw him kissing you when you were a baby. And I don't mean those little worthless kisses people give you on the cheek. I mean those kisses that they look like he's trying to devour you alive. Your mother didn't care a damn about you. She only slept with your father and that was the only thing she cared about because she was a drunk bitch!!"
"No, no, no, no!!" he tried to scream but his throat was very sore now.
"Yes!! It's all true. Now you know how your father is. His nothing but a sex freak, boy" his voice is very amused by now. He wanted to see the boy suffer with those lies he was telling him "If he were still alive, I bet he would force you to sleep with him, and have sex with him for the rest of your miserab-"
"SHUT UP, UNCLE VERNON!!" this made Vernon very silent and annoyed.
"What did you say boy?" his voice was of the most deadly.
Harry kept silent but he knew his uncle heard him very well. He raised his hand and slapped the boy hard on the face.
"This should teach you not to talk to me in that manner, boy"
"I don't care. I won't let you talk about my dad in that way" Harry chocked down another sob.
"I'll teach you the hard way to respect me while you're under my roof, boy!!" he jerked Harry's boxers of roughly and he stroked Harry's little member fast and roughly. Harry yelled but his uncle had stuffed a piece of cloth over his mouth.
His uncle grabbed a whip that was on the floor and ties them around Harry's small arms. Harry is now bonded and can't move now that his uncle is lying on top of him. He was extremely heavy.
"I'll show you how your father wanted to posses you, boy" his smirk came back to his face and looked down at Harry. He flipped Harry over lying on his stomach.
"No, my dad would never hurt me—he would never' his sea of tears began suddenly. He heard his uncle chuckle over him.
"You might think it's not true, but it is true what I told you, boy. I can show you how possessive he can be" he whispered those lies and he pounded himself against the boy. He touches Harry between his legs.
Suddenly Harry felt a piercing pain as he felt something very big enter him. He screams into his gag as the world is consumed with blinding agony. His uncle continued to push in and he would withdraw. Harry wanted to die for a moment. He wanted everything to be all a dream.
He didn't want to hear his uncle whisper those atrocious lies of his father. The invasion came to him again and again and Harry would scream with all the might he had. His uncle bit his back horribly and hard and Harry could feel the bruises forming in his back now.
His gag would swallow all the noises the boy would make. Harry had never felt this sort of pain in his life. It was horrible and he could feel his blood mixing with the man's seed. His uncle kept pumping himself in him and he would hear him say the lies as usual.
"You see now boy. This is how your father would love to posses you. He didn't care if you were his son. He was nothing but a bloody bastard!!" He leaned forward and bit his small neck.
"And you still want your father alive?!"
"No, no, no, no!! Nothing of that is true!! I know that!' Harry contemplated. The tears leaked out of Harry's eyes and into his flushed cheeks.
Harry could feel the blood trickling down his legs. He could hear his uncle's laughter. The come would scorch his insides again and again. How could something so big enter in him like that?
Harry's eyes were now shrouded in darkness as he fainted in the still dark of the room.
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Harry woke up suddenly still in his uncle's room and in his bed. He was now wearing his clothes.
He tried to get up but yelled an unbearable pain. He could feel that his arms were now slightly bruised and bitten. His head was now spinning very fast like if he were intoxicated. His hands are bruised and red and his throat is raw and scraped from all the screaming.
His tears were now dried over his beautiful pale face.
But none of that was compared to the pain he felt in his arse. He felt it like if it were on fire. He could still feel the blood mixed up with the seed between his legs.
Harry looked around and noticed that his uncle was not there. He could still remember those meaningful lies his uncle kept whispering to him, and the way his uncle had beaten him up in the living room, and worst the way his uncle tortured him in the bed.
Harry got up ignoring the pain between his legs. He was now walking very awkwardly. He made his way into the kitchen for a glass of water.
He saw his uncle in the living room sitting in a couch looking rather smug. He looked at Harry very intently as he spoke.
"You better not tell this to anybody boy. Not your teachers, neighbors, especially Petunia. Not anyone, Understand, boy? "Cause if you do, you'll pay dearly indeed" He clenched his hand into a fist. Harry chocked down a sob.
He nods bleakly and decides to keep this as a secret between his uncle and himself. Not because his uncle would beat him, but because Harry felt now dirty, shameful, embarrassed, and very, very scared. He never felt as horrible as this.
And he really did. He never told anyone about what happened between his uncle and himself. But every year things got a lot worse not also with his uncle but with other people as well.
From now on Harry could and would NOT trust anyone in the world, not even himself.
A/N: I know. It's horrible, right. You can flame me all you want. It's my story after all!!!!! But remember, this is a Horror story so anything BAD can happen, Baby!!! But, imagine if Harry's parents where alive. Imagine if his FATHER was like that!!! I MEAN HIS OWN FATHER!! I haven't really thought about it that way but a couple of friends of mine told me. I was awe struck!!! I didn't even know what to say!! I mean, really!! TELL ME WHAT YOU PEOPLE THINK ABOUT THAT. OH, AND FEEL FREE TO GIVE ME ANY SORT OF IDEAS FOR MY NEXT CHAPTERS AND MY OTHER STORIES. IT IS ALWAYS A PLEASURE TO PLEASE THE READERS FOR WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE IN A STORY!!
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