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Escaping This World	By : sablecurse Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 25499 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 1 - Make The Sadness Go Away

Harry was brought out of his memories when his cousin Dudley opened the bedroom door. Dudley snickered at his pathetic cousin before moving over to unlock the handcuffs.

"Dad says to go to the bathroom, shower, and come back here," the massive boy said.

Harry nodded, not wanting to disobey and get an extra beating in addition to his regular ones. He crept out into the hall and entered the bathroom where he emptied his bladder before showering. The whole time, however, dread had started to creep in. Harry had taken a shower just that morning, so why was he being made to take another? But Harry knew that if he asked questions or argued, then it would mean more pain than usual.

Getting out of the shower, Harry dried his hair off with a towel, the process taking a while since his hair had grown to shoulder-length over the previous year. Finally getting his hair dry, he wrapped the towel around his skinny 5'5" body and quickly exited the bathroom and went straight back to his bedroom. Dudley was there waiting for Harry, but didn't cuff him back to the bed like normal. The earlier feeling of dread doubled and it was almost enough for Harry to ask his cousin why – almost.

Harry sat on the end of his bed farthest away from Dudley. He waited to see if Dudley would blab about the pain in store for Harry like he normally did just to see the petite boy fidget. But today, Dudley just gave a grin to Harry that was even worse in Harry's opinion. Harry thought the grin reminded him of the one some people got when poking a dying animal with a stick – poking it just to watch it twitch.

When a sudden knock was heard on the front door downstairs, things suddenly clicked in poor Harry's mind. Vernon wanted Harry to shower. Someone was at the front door.

"No," Harry barely whispered, staring at Dudley in disbelief.

Dudley just chortled. "So, the freak understands."

Harry stood up quickly and tried to make a break for the door but Dudley's beefy hand clamped down on his arm and he was thrown back into the bed.

"Thanks for trying to run, freak. That means Dad gets to punish you even more. He better let me watch too."

Harry didn't really care about the extra punishment anymore as he heard Vernon coming up the stairs, talking to someone. He knew what was going on – Vernon was going to whore him out. His suspicions were confirmed when Vernon entered the bedroom with a fat, bald man who looked to be approaching fifty in age, who leered at Harry in a way that made him feel like he needed to spend the next week in the shower. Being raped by your uncle and cousin was one thing, but bringing in strangers meant humiliation on a new level. The secret of what his life was like was spreading beyond the walls of number four, Privet Drive and it made him ashamed in a way he hadn't felt since he was first raped by his uncle almost eight years ago.

Harry cowered into the corner of the bed against the wall and looked at his uncle in almost a pleading way, but Vernon just grinned at the creepy stranger.

"All I ask is to make sure he'll live without a hospital," his uncle told the man.

The stranger grinned in a manner that was even creepier than before. "Oh don't worry Mr. Dursley. I'll take good care of him."

Vernon chuckled and Dudley did the same before both giants left the man with Harry, closing the door to the bedroom behind them. The man was good to his word in that he didn't even beat Harry at all except to keep him in-line and the only angry words from his mouth were when he muttered about Hedwig who was making a racket to protest what Harry was going through. In the end, Harry would have just preferred brutal rape to what actually happened.

The man was gentle, but the kindness made him feel dirty. It didn't help that he kept saying things – like how Harry was a 'good little boy', he deserved this 'special treat', and how the man 'loved his child'. The use of 'love' was the worst for Harry. No one had ever said they loved him except his godfather, and now the only other person to do it was paying his incestuous uncle to rape him. It broke something in Harry's heart. Harry imagined love would be something he gave to the one he eventually decided to build a life with, but now he couldn't imagine doing so because the concept of love had been tainted by this disturbing pedophile.

When the stranger finally finished his second time of claiming the boy, Harry gathered up the nerve to ask, "How much?"

The man smiled his eerie smile. "Actually, this time was free. Dursley called it a test run of sorts and I was to give my opinion on how much he should charge. Given your stature, paleness, and tightness, I'll be recommending a thousand per visit at the minimum."

Harry couldn't believe it. He was raped by a stranger as a 'test run'. This meant that before Harry left for his last year at Hogwarts, Vernon would likely try and get him raped by as many strangers as possible to cash in. Harry waited until the stranger had left the room until he broke down crying, something he hadn't done since Sirius died.

Harry didn't know how long had passed before he heard the front door open and then close, which signified the 'customer' had left. After a few minutes ticked by, Harry heard a set of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. He breathed a sigh of relief when the footsteps went by his room and continued on to the master bedroom. What Harry didn't know, was that at the same moment the footsteps started up the stairs in Little Whinging, an alarm had started blaring many miles away.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Unknown Location in Scotland

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, was spending his day filling out address envelopes to the students who were eligible to attend the upcoming school year. Sure, he could have used a dictation quill, but he was doing it by hand because it took longer and he wanted to avoid paperwork sent by the Ministry regarding additional regulations they wanted.

The quill made a sudden veer across the envelope as an alarm started blaring, startling the old man. Albus made his way over to a table of shiny gadgets before picking up one that was flaring red. Albus paled as he realized which alarm was going off and made his way as speedily as an old man could to the gates so he could apparate.

The gadget in question was the one monitoring the wards of number four, Privet Drive. The alarm meant someone was inside the wards that had the intention to kill someone magical. Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, had years ago asked about the wards protecting Harry. When Albus explained his alarm system, she had asked why he set it for murder and not harm - like he wanted to have the alarm go off whenever Harry was meant harm.

Oh yes, Albus was pretty sure that Harry was abused – anyone with eyes (that wasn't Severus Snape or Draco Malfoy) could guess that. But the headmaster needed Harry taught to obey orders; the boy was a weapon against Voldemort after all.

As Albus made his way to the front gates, he wondered who it was that meant to kill Harry – his own uncle, a Death Eater, or Voldemort himself.

Back at Privet Drive

Harry was startled when Vernon stomped into his room a few minutes after he passed by. When Harry saw the handgun his uncle owned in the man's hand, he paled and started to push against the wall.

His uncle just grinned. "Marty told me you were a good fuck. You'll earn me some good money before you leave. He did have one complaint though."

Before Harry could do or say anything, Vernon aimed for Hedwig's cage and fired a shot. Being unable to move, the bullet hit the magical creature and she fell to the bottom of the cage. Harry screamed out and jumped up to rush to his now dead owl, but his uncle used the gun handle to smack him against the head and the sixteen-year-old fell to the floor.

Vernon grabbed the cage and turned to face the now-sobbing boy. "I won't tolerate customers complaining about the ruddy bird making a racket. It's bad for business. Be ready for the cuffs when I get back from throwing this in the garbage." With that, Vernon turned and walked out of the room and downstairs, leaving Harry alone.

With Hedwig gone, Harry realized, he had absolutely no one who cared for him anymore. He never had anyone from the muggle world and his owl was the only one from the magical world who hadn't abandoned him. Why was he risking his life and sanity by fighting Voldemort for those people over and over if they treated him like shit?

With thoughts like these running circles in Harry's mind, his eyes landed on the gun Vernon had left on the small desk when he picked up Hedwig's cage. He wasn't even aware he had stood up until the metal of the gun was in his hands.

'I should do myself a favor for once and end my life. At least I'll be out of this nightmare,' Harry thought to himself. He knew the cynics would say something like, "Killing yourself won't make you happy," but that's not why people killed themselves. Harry understood that people didn't kill themselves because they thought it would make them happy – they did it to stop being so fucking miserable.

Harry thought about writing a note, but didn't think anyone deserved one or cared if he wrote one. He gave a small smile at the thought of seeing his parents and Sirius again as he brought the barrel of the gun to his temple. Just as Harry was pulling the trigger, he heard his bedroom door burst open.

"Expell-BANG-iarmus!"

-ETW-ETW-ETW-ETW-ETW-

Song for this chapter: Melancholy (Holy Martyr) by Iced Earth

A/N : It would be evil to stop there. And I am very evil. Mwahaha. For the curious, the alarm went off when Vernon made up his mind to kill Hedwig. Dumbledore assumed the alarm meant Harry was the target, but the device registered the harm intended for Harry's familiar, a magical creature.
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