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Beyond Good and Evil	By : Bladewater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, no copyright infrigement intended. I make no money/profit with this. All chracters, plots and places not compliant with the books belong to me. See full disclaimer and warnings in the prolog.

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A/N: I have to say I am quite surprised to see that quite the number has read the story so far, and yet a bit sad that I only got one review. Maybe some of you will give me more feedback this time, not that I am telling you that you have to, it would just feel nice to know some of you take the time to let me know what you think.
Oh and story is canon up to 'Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince'. The only things different are that Dumbles is still alive, Draco never managed to repair the vanishing cabinet and thus no Death Eaters running around in Hogwarts. I think that should be all, if not I will mention it in the next chapters.
This chapter was checked by my beta, but he/she only could skip through it so maybe I will edit a mistake here or there later on.
@ rebekahalana: Thanks so much for the review! I am glad you liked the prolog and hope you will like ch.1 as well.

Warnings for this chapter: Abuse, Violence, swearing, an angry Harry and anything else I have forgotten to include.

Chapter 1. Back to Hell

Three weeks prior…

“Harry? Harry, wake up!”
An undecipherable mumble escaped the boys lips. Groggily he opened his eyes and let his eyes wander, taking in the chaos in the small compartment of the train they had claimed as theirs for the duration of the trip. A girl with bushy brown hair was lightly shaking his shoulder while arguing with the others in the compartment.
A red headed boy grumbled and pulled a face. A slightly younger girl, with the same fiery red hair as the boy, was smiling lovingly at the drowsy boy. His eyes left her face, a bit uncomfortable with her staring at him in such a way, and landed on another dark haired boy. He was sitting at the other end of the compartment, close to the doors. He was also silently watching the bickering between the bushy haired girl and the red headed boy, holding his toad in his hands and sometimes petting it awkwardly. The toad did not seem particularly impressed with the boy trying to poke its’ eyes out.
With a heavy sigh he asked the girl, interrupting the bickering.
“Why did you wake me Hermione?”
The brunette turned around and looked him square in the eye before replying.
“Because we will arrive in London quite soon and we still have to change!” She looked away from him to scowl at the others who were still wearing their uniforms. Another sigh escaped his lips along with a shake of his head.
“I wish this train would never reach London in the first place…” he said and looked out the window. A frustrated groan came from Hermione, of course it was wrong of him to say that, he thought as he turned his eyes back to her, preparing for the lecturing that was sure to come. He did not have to wait long.
“Harry! I know that you don’t like the Dursleys but their home is the only place where You-know-who cannot reach you and hurt you.”
“Herm, don’t start with this again! Harry, mate I would prefer it as well if you would stay with us over the summer.” The red headed boy stated, looking at him with a small smile. Harry could only produce a pained smile, looking more like a grimace, so he dropped it quite fast.
“Enough of that, we need to change now! We will be in London in less than half an hour.” Hermione stated. The boys left the compartment for a few minutes, giving the two girls some sort of privacy to change. Harry stared ahead not really seeing anything. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw blond hair. He turned his head slightly only to come face to face with one Luna Lovegood. She smiled at him, cocked her head to her side and without another word poked him into the side. Harry’s lips twitched into a smile which caused Luna to giggle quietly. A noise next to him had him turn around, Hermione had opened the compartment door and motioned for the boys to come inside while she and Ginny stepped out. They changed and Ron let girls in afterwards. The last few minutes were spent with talking about various things. Harry sighed when he noticed that Ginny was scowling at Luna. Luna was sitting next to him and occasionally poking him in the ribs when his attention started to wane. Internally he was shaking his head at Ginny’s antics. >Girls< was the only thing going through his head at that.
A heavy sigh escaped him when the train pulled to stop shortly after. They stood up when they were no longer in the danger of face-planting into the others and heaved their trunks and cages down from the rack above them. They left the train and pulled their trunks behind them towards the barrier separating the magical platform from the Muggle train station. As soon as they passed the barrier Harry turned his head around with a longing look which was cut short with a “Boy!” reaching his ears.
“Time to say goodbye.” He said more to himself than to the others who were looking at him with varying looks of sympathy and pity. His insides turned to knots with anger and annoyance. The anger and annoyance were short lived when Luna hugged him and whispered something in his ear. Slightly confused he hugged her back but he dared not comment on what she said. She stepped back smiled at him and with a wink skipped over to Neville. The others took turns hugging him and saying goodbye. Ron clapped him on his back, Hermione told him not to do anything stupid which had him rolling his eyes upwards. Luckily nobody noticed that. And Ginny hugged him longer than normally. He huffed at the look she was throwing Luna. Again.
Another ‘Boy!’, this time a lot louder and closer had him extricate himself from the red head and grab his things. With a last wave of his hand towards his friends he turned around and walked towards an oversized man, already turning red in the face. >Sometimes I hope he just explodes< he thought, shook his head and stopped in front of the huffing man. Said man jabbed a finger in his chest, his beady eyes glaring at him all the while.
“Hurry boy. I have no intention of staying here any longer than necessary!” He grabbed Harry at the arm and dragged him out of the train station, ignoring his protests at being man-handled. Vernon opened the door of the car and unceremoniously shoved Harry and his stuff into the car. The trunk hit his knee and Hedwig let out a screech at being thrown about in her cage. The door slammed shut and Harry gritted his teeth.
Great way to start the summer, he thought. Vernon climbed into car and they took off towards Privet Drive. The whole trip to the house was spent in utter silence.
Harry hurriedly climbed out of the car, dragged his things out of it and flinched when the door slammed shut. His uncle barely gave him a chance to properly grab his things before shoving him towards the door of the house. Said door stood already open with a thin woman standing on the threshold. Harry could see that she held back the sneer by the skin of her teeth. Her nose already turned up and her hands fisting a towel she held in her hands.
They entered the house and before Harry could even say ‘Quidditch’ the door slammed shut behind him and Vernon yanked his trunk from his hand, threw it into the cupboard under the stairs, and locked it. Harry made no move to open his mouth to protest how the man handled his stuff. He knew it would only end in another lecture about freaky stuff not being allowed in the house. >Yeah right because that will stop it or me from being freakish< he thought.
“Go to your room and don’t you dare leave it before I call for you!” His uncle spat before shoving him roughly towards the stairs. Harry barely managed to catch himself on the railing. He hastily made his way upstairs, escaping his uncle and his aunt. He ground his teeth together when he opened the door to his ‘room’. He could not label this as his room. Not when the term storeroom would be more fitting. Every time he left for school his family would just dump more stuff in his room. It ranged from broken furniture to broken toys of his cousin.
Harry studied his room and the ‘new’ things. Nothing but trash had found its’ way into his room. His eyes landed on a guitar which strangely enough seemed to be intact. Obviously his cousin had tried to learn how to play a guitar and stopped it when it became too boring for him. His cousin never really had any interest for anything for a long period of time. >Well, besides making my life miserable.< Harry shook that thought from his head and stepped into the room, closing the door with barely a sound. Slowly and quietly Harry started to sort through the chaos and make room to walk around in the room, not that he had much to begin with. He only managed to clear his bed and put a few things into the old wardrobe and onto the rickety shelf. He dared not to put too much on it in case it finally gave in and everything would come tumbling down and cause a racket. The loud voice of his uncle boomed through the house startling him from his musing, he nearly dropped whatever he held in his hand.
Harry put it away hastily and left his room. He walked into the pristine kitchen and looked at his uncle.
“Help Petunia with dinner and don’t you dare burn anything boy!”
Harry replied with a ‘Yes sir’ signaling he understood. He helped his aunt preparing dinner, happy to at least get some of it before being send back to his room. He slowly ate the meagre meal. Annoyed he had nothing left of the sweets he had bought on the train.
>Not that they would have helped much...< he thought. As soon as he had finished his meal he went downstairs to put the dirty dish in the sink. He dutifully washed everything after being told to. He hurriedly washed everything, making sure he really cleaned it to the satisfaction of his aunt. Drying the dishes and putting them back where they belonged he made his escape back to his room. A sigh of relief escaped him after closing the door which quickly turned into a groan of annoyance when he looked up and was again confronted with the mess in the room. He scowled at the things littering the room. He had just picked up another broken toy, his scowl deepening and wishing that the broken things would just disappear. Startled he stared at his hands. The broken toy had just vanished right in front of his eyes. His eyes widened and panic begun to rise inside him. He cursed when he finally dragged his eyes away from his hand towards the shelf. Half of the content had also vanished. His eyes flitted around the room noticing even more things had disappeared.
>Fuck!< was the only word going through his head. This couldn’t be happening. Trying to ignore the rising panic he looked towards the window. He had not intentionally used magic and without a wand. >But Dobby had used magic and I got into trouble for that<
His shoulders slumped. There was no way but to wait for the letter of the ministry and the shouting of his aunt and uncle as soon as they knew he had used magic in their house. Slowly he wandered through his room putting away what was left, his mood darkening with every passing minute. He glared at one of the old shirts he had gotten. Hand-me downs from Dudley.
>No wonder Malfoy always sneers at me and girls point at me giggling behind their hands. I would too if I were in their place. I must look ridiculous…< The shirt had holes in them, spots that he could not get rid of and the color already muted. Harry held it up, his glare intensifying and with a surprised squeak he dropped it. The shirt had caught on fire and turned into dust before reaching the floor. Harry stared at it. He took a deep breath, his brow furrowing. There was no smell indicating that something had burned. None at all. Blowing out the breath he had been holding he lifted a hand to his head and rubbed it vigorously over his face. It seemed as if his magic was more out of control than he had previously thought.
Lost in thought it took him a moment to realize that his aunt and uncle were shouting downstairs. He stared at the door and a feeling of dread settled in his stomach when he heard the screeching of an owl.
A slightly shaking hand turned the door handle and opened the door. The screeching got louder and in the next moment he was looking over the banister. His uncle and aunt were complaining about the ruckus caused by the owl. His heart nearly stopping when he realized why said owl was causing such a ruckus. He had not noticed that along with his trunk, Vernon had thrown Hedwig into the cupboard. She was screeching obviously haven awoken and now making it known that she was anything but pleased to be cooped up in the cupboard.
“Boy come down already!” His uncle screamed at him, purpling with rage. Harry nearly stumbled when he ran down the stairs and stopped a few feet away from Vernon. Harry swallowed, the whole situation abstract in his mind. His family complaining about the very owl they had thrown into the cupboard in the first place. He wanted to laugh and also scream. He did neither just staring at his uncle unsure what to do. His uncle fiddled with the lock of the cupboard. Once opened, he turned around and before Harry could blink, pain blossomed in his cheek. His uncle huffed in rage and screamed at him.
“Take that blasted bird and go to your room! If it doesn’t stop soon I will personally see to it that you will get no food for the next days!”
A mumbled ‘Yes sir’ was all Harry said. He hastily grabbed Hedwig and made a dash for his room. He put Hedwig’s cage down on the shelf next to his desk. He had barely managed to open the cage when Hedwig climbed out and flew towards him. She landed on his shoulder and started pricking him with her beak, once nearly biting his ear.
“Hey! Stop that Hedwig! I am sorry that whale locked you up.” He tried to soothe her with soft strokes over her breast feathers. It took a while for her to calm down, hooting once and clicking her beak and cuffing him on the back of his head when she flew to her cage. Harry could not hold back the yawn. It had been a long and tiring day. He changed for bed and fell onto it. It creaked dangerously but did not break. He arranged himself on the bed and falling asleep soon after. The events of the unintentional magic all but forgotten.

The next day dawned and came far too soon for Harry. He had been awake since a few minutes just lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. He sighed, it was better to get up and dress than wait for his aunt or cousin to come and throw him out of bed heaping loads of chores upon him to complete. Throwing the thin blanket aside he swung his legs over the side of the bed.
Slowly and sluggishly he stood up walking towards the wardrobe. He pulled out another of the ugly shirts and grimaced. He pulled on some clothes, grumbling all the time about stupid oversized relatives. He was lucky he stopped his mumbling in time the door of his room burst open and his aunt stood there glaring at him.
“Get going and prepare breakfast!” she spat. He walked into the kitchen and started preparing the food. His stomach was grumbling. Oh how he would like to eat it himself or just put something in there to make his fat uncle and cousin choke on it. He shook his head. He scowled at his dark thoughts and directed his focus back towards the meal. He heard his uncle and cousin before he saw them. Their size made it nearly impossible for them to walk around without making any noise. He placed the breakfast on the table and started cleaning the dirty dishes.
He only got two slices of toast with a glass of water. While he tried to eat them as fast as possible his aunt regaled him with his chores for the day.
“Clean the rest of the dishes. Then go and weed the garden. Bring the hedges into shape and prepare a new flower bed!”
He nodded. Swallowing the last bit of the toast and the rest of the water he started his chores. Outside the sun was shining without abandon. Sweat was running down his body. He spent hours weeding the garden, his throat parched. He stood up, swiping his hands down his clothes getting rid of the dirt as best as he could. He entered the house and listened for a moment. He stepped into the kitchen careful not to leave any dirt anywhere and grabbed a glass. He filled it with water still keeping an eye and ear out for his family.
He was outside again, his family none the wiser and continued with his chores. The hedges and the flower bed done the way his aunt wanted them to be. She had explained it to him as if he was some stupid kid who had no clue what he was doing. He had barely managed to refrain from rolling his eyes at her. It had takes a few more hours for him to finish everything in the garden and he was just putting the tools back in the shed when his aunt called for him.
“Are you done? Get inside and get yourself clean. You will not make lunch like this.” She glanced at his dirty clothes with a sneer. Harry was happy to change out of the dirty and sticky clothes. Even if he loved the nature, spreading the dirt in the house and carrying it around was not really in his interests.
He choked down lunch after a slap to the face. His uncle had burned his tongue on a hot piece of meat which was Harrys fault in his opinion.
“It is their own fault for being stupid. Why do you let them do this to you?” A voice chimed in but he ignored it. For now.
The rest of the day he spent in his room until he was called down for dinner. Another small mea, which barely calmed his protesting stomach. He fell into bed once again, tired.

The next three days continued the same as before. Getting up, preparing each meal, chores and falling into bed half dead on his feet.
That was until the fifth day. Lunch went the same as always. Vernon and Dudley watched TV. Harry payed no attention to what they were watching. He later cursed himself for being anywhere near them. His uncle called for him. Silently he walked into the living room and a feeling of dread started in his stomach when he chanced a look at his cousin. He was wearing a silly smile. It never meant anything good for him.
“Now Dudley try it on him!” His uncle urged his cousin. Harry took a step back. He had an inkling what was about to happen. He wanted to run away but his legs would not move. His cousin approached him and his grin became more and more stupid. Harry knew what was coming when he looked towards the TV. Still it was not enough to prepare him for the fleshy fist that hit him in the stomach. Momentarily winded a thought flitted through his head.
>Weakness…I cannot show it. Not here, not in front of them. Especially not here<
“Harder Dudley! You have to hit harder or else he won’t go down!” his uncle cheered. Another hit landed on him, this time on his chest, he fell to his knees. A hand was clutching his stomach, muffling all sounds with the other hands.
“This is fun Dad. I want to learn how to box.” Harry glared at the ground. Oh he was aware what that implied. He edged away from the two men who were no paying any attention to him. He slowly made his way to his room, falling onto his bed with a pained groan. He curled up into a ball, cursing Dudley and Vernon. Sleep claimed Harry, a dreamless sleep that let him escape the Dursleys and all his problems. A short reprieve nonetheless.

The following weeks were filled with pain for Harry. Every midday he would be used as a substitute punching bag, he would have chores for the whole day. More and more often he had trouble finishing them and which in turn earned him punishment from his uncle. Dudley was the reason for his discomfort and that he never managed to complete his chores. His ‘training’ resulted in the various bruises. They made it uncomfortable for Harry to move around but he bit his lips and stubbornly carried on. Breathing also hurt and more often than Harry liked to, he had to take little breaks to catch his breath. He never made a lot of noise, stoically taking any punishment. His pride would not allow him to cave in. Not now and not in front of them.
Along with the growing physical discomfort, his anger and emotional pain grew. He was unable to send letters to tell anybody about his treatment and up to now no letter had reached him either.
He only wanted to leave this place. His personal hell…
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