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Across the Worlds	By : shatteredstar21 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12940 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Two

As the chosen one felt himself slowly swim up from unconsciousness, he could not help but wonder why he felt so weak. Opening his eyes he came to a horrified understanding, as a green light shot for his face… there stood the last person he expected to ever see, Lord Voldemort, and then he found himself swept up in pain, and the world again went dark.

This time when he awoke, it was to a horse-faced woman screaming for Vernon, and in his head the 10,000 year old lord could not help but sigh in sorrow… “Here we go again”

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The boy known as Harry potter was not one who was loved by his family, in fact they made it quite clear that they hated his very existence. From the age of three he was forced to clean the house weed the garden, and with the use of a tall kitchen stool, he was required to cook for his “family”. That had happened before, as had the beatings he received, though he had forgotten the intensity of the pain they caused him, not in the physical sense but the emotional. Within 10,000 years of life he had learned to disregard physical pain. During this time Harry did not have complete control over himself, he was like an observer, watching as he grew, felt the pain of being hit, burned… he even felt the pain of his sixth birthday when his uncle decided that he was old enough to pay for his… upkeep… in a new fashion.

He had woken up early that day, despite having kept his tradition of staying up till midnight to blow out the dust candles, and having awoken he decided to get an early start on his chores. He walked out of his cupboard which was for once unlocked, and went into the kitchen to start his families breakfast, unfortunately as he was reaching for the carton of eggs, Dudley came stumbling down the stairs, muttering about “scaring the freak” and when he saw that the boy was not in his cupboard, went into the kitchen, when he saw Harry in the fridge he started screaming for his father. “Dad, dad, the freak’s stealing food”.

Vernon hearing his son yelling for him, and believing that the Boy must have done something to him, started charging down the stairs. ‘That little monster had better not have done anything to Dudders, or he will regret it’ he snarled to himself. When he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw Harry indeed in the fridge, holding food. Enraged Vernon charged the boy and smacked him upside the face hard enough that Harry flew backwards into the fridge, causing the shelf to come down, and pouring food all over the floor. “How dare you, you ungrateful little brat!” he roared. As he looked down on Harry’s small body, less than half the size of his son’s, wide watery green eyes looking up at him in pain, Vernon had a sudden stirring in his groin and made what for him had to be a ridiculously swift decision.

“Dudley, get your mother you two are going out to breakfast while I make sure this little tramp learns his lesson about stealing food from his betters.” Dudley grinned, and ran upstairs calling for his mother, who had just finished getting dressed after hearing the commotion from below stairs. She listened with a doting smile upon her face to her son, grabbed her purse and walked to the kitchen, she smiled at her husband and asked him what he wanted her to bring back for him, he replied to bring him back a great big meal, whatever looked the best that the restaurant had, she smiled again and started to turn away, then out of the corner of her eye she saw her nephew in the mess that surrounded him, and shrieked at him “filthy boy, you get up and clean that mess this instant, you horrible little freak, how dare you ruin my kitchen. If this is not clean by the time I get back, you’ll be stuck in the cupboard for a week, do you understand!?”

            The boy looked up at her dazedly and nodded, petunia shuddered and looked away from the boy; it was truly disturbing to her how the boy never spoke, never made a single sound… it was eerie, and it caused even more hatred to pour into her heart to have to house this waste of flesh in the same house as her precious family. With these words she turned and swept her son away with her and headed out the door to a local restaurant.

            Vernon watched his wife tell off the boy with a gleam of pride in his eye, and as soon as she left, he turned on the small boy, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him upstairs. “Before you clean up your mess you will take a shower, and I am going to make sure you do this right, since you can’t do anything else right.” Vernon stated, Harry just looked up at him and suddenly the memory of this day came back to him, his eyes widened and he swiftly tried to dart out the door past his obese uncle, unfortunately, he wasn’t in any kind of shape to get past him, and only managed to enrage his uncle more.

As he tried to pass him he was struck again by his uncle, who quickly grabbed his wrists, and tore his too large clothing from his tiny body, he slammed the small boy against the wall of the shower, holding him easily with one hand while the other removed his pants, he watched with delight as the boy’s eyes widened even more with terror, and felt his lust rise even more, he took a second while he spread a large quantity of his wife’s lotion over his cock, to look at the beautiful boy in front of him. Harry was a sight to behold, pure flawlessly porcelain white skin that not even the silver scars seemed to mar, verdant emerald green eyes, and the most delicate of pink lips. Then having finally looked his fill of the boy he reached out and grabbed the boy’s hips, and slammed himself into the tight body… for the first time in years, Vernon heard the boy make a noise, as he shrieked and passed out in his grasp. Vernon quickly came to his climax, and dropped the bleeding boy in the tub, stepped out and turned on the shower with cold water. The boy woke to that moaning lightly from the pain. Vernon who was enjoying those little noises, and was looking forward to hearing them again, barked out “get dressed, little rat and go clean up that kitchen, afterward go into your cupboard and stay there.” With that he went back to his room to enjoy the afterglow of his release. An hour later, Petunia and Dudley arrived back home, and walked onto the house, Harry, still in considerable pain from his uncle was just finishing the kitchen. Petunia saw him still in the kitchen and was enraged, ‘what has the little troll been doing while I was gone?!’ enraged at his “laziness” she grabbed him by the collar and threw him into his cupboard, exclaiming “you will be in there for a week, and don’t expect to be fed you wasted far too much food for us to give you any!” The days and weeks went by, with his uncle continuously raping Harry, however, on his seventh birthday, he finally finished reconnecting with his body and all that changed.

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He was sore when he woke that morning, but almost immediately he could tell that something was different. While he was trying to figure out what had happened he smelled something that seemed familiar. He quickly glanced around his little cupboard, for some reason it seemed slightly larger than it had just the day before. But as he glanced around he could find nothing that would explain that smell, he could smell his blood of course, but underneath the smell of his blood and his uncle’s cum, there was a smell that reminded Harry of ripe raspberries in the summer sun, and as he glanced around, he still could not locate the smell. It was as he was searching for that elusive scent that he realized the cupboard truly did seem larger than the night before, but he could not fathom a reason this should be so. While he sat there pondering reasons that it could be so, and while still looking for that wonderful scent he was interrupted by his aunt unlocking the padlock’s on his door and then banging on it to wake him up, yelling out “get up freak, duddy needs his breakfast, so get out here and make it you lazy little slime!”

            Harry got up feeling strange, but silently went into the kitchen, and started to prepare the meal for them. It was as he was pulling out the bacon that he realized he didn’t feel detached from this chore anymore, it wasn’t an ethereal motion; that he realized… he could feel his magic again. Harry stopped what he was doing, and he grinned wildly as he looked over at his “family” and then he simply waved his hand, at them, they looked over at him and he spoke the first words they had ever heard out of him. “Well, why don’t we make a little deal between ourselves, shall we” he gave them a chilling little smile, and glinting between his slender lips were…Fangs!?
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