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A Boy Named 'Harry'	By : HeyDarlin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 18793 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hi everyone I�m sooooo sorry that it has taken me almost 3 months to update but I had terrible writers block on this chapter. But thankfully it is here now so please read and enjoy.
Big thank you�s to my beta�s Bluetribalrose, Brittine (Flamin Vixen), Katie (quixotic_hope), Serpent Of Light.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters etc and nor do I own a �Child Called �It�.

Last Chapter:

�Oh god, he�s been drinking again.�

Harry�s eyes widened as he felt Vernon push his huge body up against Harry�s, grinding himself against the boy�s small frame. Harry squeaked in horror and tried to push the larger man off him, but it was no use; it only seemed to encourage Vernon, who jerked his hips forward into Harry�s stomach, growling under his breath as he did so.
�No!� Harry cried out as he felt his uncle�s erection grind into him. �Please�just, leave me.� Tears began to fall down Harry�s face. �Please��

Chapter 3 - I Live In Pain.

Harry�s survival instincts began to kick in for the first time in all of his life at the Dursleys�. He could barely cope with the abuse, but one thing he was not going to let his uncle do was to take away the one remaining piece of innocence he had left.

Harry lashed out, his arms and legs flailing madly in a desperate attempt to force the oversized man off him. Tears began falling rapidly from his emerald eyes, which were alight with fear.
Harry felt one of Vernon�s podgy hands slide clumsily under his faded blue shirt and yelped in fright as he felt the other hand tug on the waist band of his oversized jeans.

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Petunia climbed out of her husband�s �new and improved� company car and made her way around to the trunk of the Silver BMW to collect the bags of groceries she had just bought at the local supermarket.
�Come on Duddikins, dinner will be ready soon.�
Her thin lips�to which her bright pink lipstick had been over applied� pulled up into a sickly sweet smile as she watched her son haul himself out the car. The car dipped as the whale of a boy pushed down on the seats in an endeavour to get out of the door, which seemed to be getting a rather tight fit.
�Hang on just one moment sweetheart, whilst mummy puts the shopping inside.�
Dudley gave another push and staggered away from the car. It groaned in relief upon having been released from Dudley�s immense weight.
Petunia winced slightly as she heard Dudley shut the car door with a tremendous �slam�, and carried on to the front door, Dudley waddling close behind her. She paused briefly at the front door and bowed her head, about to reach into her new handbag for the keys when she was abruptly propelled forward as Dudley staggered into her back.
Petunia shot forward, dropping the shopping bags from her hands and throwing them forward instead, to try and steady herself against the closed door.
Unfortunately for her, the door had not been closed properly; it had only been pushed shut by the drunken Vernon. With nothing to stop her, she was propelled further, falling into the halls of # 4 Privet Drive.
�Vernon!!!!! What on earth are you doing?� Petunia�s shrill voice reverberated through the small hallway, causing both of the current occupants to look towards the front door.
Harry used Petunia�s interruption to give Vernon a final push, shaking as the older man staggered away from him.
�Honestly Vernon, you don�t know where that freak has been.�
Vernon just ignored his wife; instead, he turned his blotch ridden face to the doorway, looking behind her to where Dudley was trying to squeeze through the gap.
�Dudley, my boy, have a nice day at school?� he slurred before lurching into the living room, closely followed by Dudley, who sneered at Harry as he passed. His eyes lighting up as he saw the state his cousin was in. The TV was switched on with a small click and noise was soon blaring out the open door.
The door was shut with a small �click�, leaving Petunia staring coldly at Harry, watching with undisguised disgust as tears trailed down his pale cheeks and he leaned shakily back against the cupboard door that had once been his home.
�Get up freak, get packed for tomorrow.�
Harry, still in shock, just stayed where he was, leaning against the painted wooden door, a blank look on his face, which was covered with silent tears, which Harry tried to wipe away using the back of his oversized blue shirt.
But Harry�s apparent insolence only got him on the receiving end of a very icy stare, Petunia�s eyes narrowing to slits in a way that could only be translated as do-not-fuck-with-me!
�Pack f-f-for what ma�am?� Harry stammered out, quivering with fright as his aunt strode towards him.
�Because freak.� She pulled the sleeve of her cardigan over her hand so it was covering her skin, making sure she couldn�t come into direct contact with Harry, before she reached out and pinching his ear between her thumb and forefinger.
Even though the cardigan was creating a small layer between Harry�s ear and Petunia�s fingers, Harry winced as he was dragged upstairs and shoved into his room.
�You are going back to that place tomorrow; you decided to sleep through four days worth of chores so I expect them all to be completed before you leave.�
�Yes ma�am,� Harry stated, trying to make the comment sound as devoid of emotion as possible, just the way they liked him.
He watched the floor sway gently beneath his feet until the door was closed and the footsteps had faded downstairs before he dared to look up. His lips quirked up into a small smile, which gently caressed his pale face. Harry wiped his tears of anguish from his face and, despite the pain, he gave a small whoop of joy.
The pain, the solitude, the despair, none of that mattered anymore because he was out of here. Tomorrow, tomorrow he was going back home.

�Home, it is where the heart is.� That�s true for some people. The only thing was that Harry wasn�t truly sure if he even had a heart.

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Approximately 19 hours, 42 minutes, and 07 seconds later, a silver BMW came to a sharp halt outside Kings Cross station in the heart of London.
A large, wooden, rectangular shaped object was catapulted onto the pavement, much to the alarm of passers-by. A dark haired, skinny boy followed as he was pushed out of the backseat and landed with a thump on the pavement, turning just in time to catch a metal cage containing a snowy white owl, which was screeching at the top of its lungs as it flew out of the open door.
As soon as the cage left the car, the passenger door was slammed shut and the wheels squealed as it set off at high speed, leaving the young boy sitting on the pavement, his expression unreadable.
Harry stood silently, ignoring the concerned looks people were giving him. He quickly gathered his trunk and his cage and turned, dragging the wooden box containing his very few possessions behind him as he walked into the station, his head bowed.
Harry checked his watch quickly as he entered the station; he was just on time if not a bit early. �Good,� he thought, and he carried on walking, picking up speed until he disappeared into the barrier between platforms 9 and 10.
The noise was the first thing that hit Harry; hundreds of students, new and old, were milling around the doors and onto the train, trying to find free compartments. Others were saying their final goodbyes to their parents and other loved ones.
Harry felt strangely cold; no one was here to see him off. He was probably the only one who wasn�t upset to be leaving home. �I�m not leaving home,� Harry reminded himself as he walked past the scores of people. A space appeared in the front of the door he was aiming for. Many of the younger students recognised him before pulling back to make an alleyway for him to walk through, his celebrity status once again rearing its head.
Harry just stepped into the artificial lights of the Hogwarts Express, ignoring the other students; he dumped his trunk in the magically widened hallway and placed Hedwig on top, not really even thinking about what he was doing, before walking further inside of the train. He searched for an empty compartment where he could rest and cast some glamours on his body in peace. Thankfully, the dark baggy trousers and sweater he was wearing covered most of his injuries. His face had already healed and so he looked fairly normal. �Well as normal as Harry Potter can be.�

After searching for a good ten minutes and after meeting at least a dozen crazed people, who were obviously effected by the boy-who-lived syndrome, Harry managed to find an empty compartment near the end of the train where it was a lot quieter. By a stroke of pure luck, Harry had been able to work his way down the crowded train without bumping into anyone who actually knew him so he wouldn�t have to be dragged into some meaningless conversation for half an hour.
Harry shut the compartment door and, taking his wand out from his back pocket, cast a quick locking charm. He watched the stone wall of the opposite side of the platform before sitting down on the worn red seat that was nearest to the window. Harry reached into the hole in the lining of his dark sweater and pulled out a small piece of crumpled paper, which had been folded many times over.
As Harry began to unfold the small bit of paper, he gave an immense sigh of relief. �Thank god it�s still here�. He briefly closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest his head against the back of the soft chair for just a moment, before he set to work.

Harry stood. In one hand, he held his wand, which at the moment was pointed at his lower abdomen, and in the other he held the note of which he began to read off some incantations he had found in the library last year. He had found some healing spells as well, but his injuries were far too serious and the spells far too complex for him to even consider trying to cast them. He would never let anyone know what had been going on this summer, so there was no chance of anyone else being able to heal them for him. He would just have to try his best to get on and let them heal naturally; thank god his ribs were only bruised or he would have been in real trouble.
Harry had briefly thought about going to see Madam Pomfrey about his injuries, but she would tell Dumbledore, and then his uncle would find out that he had told someone, and then he would be in for it big time. �If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you,� his uncle�s voice sounded in his ears and Harry jumped, his wand pointing around the empty compartment, a cold sweat appearing on his forehead as he began to let his imagination run away with him.
�Its ok; I�m safe here,� he told himself shakily, not really believing the words that were emerging from his mouth.
Harry wiped his sleeve across his forehead and pointed his wand back at his body and continued to recite the spells that would keep his injuries safe away from prying eyes. They were quite easy spells. Most witches and wizards used them to cover up spots or any rashes they might have obtained, so Harry could apply the same technique to covering up cuts and bruises quite easily.

�If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you!� Vernon�s voice rang out again, and Harry turned, pressing his body up against the window, as he looked wide-eyed around the empty compartment again. Harry closed his eyes and leant back against the cool glass.
It was true, he had often thought about telling someone about his �treatment� just so his uncle would get it over with and just kill him, to put him out of his misery. But no, he would not let Vernon win. He would rather endure a lifetime of abuse and torture than admit defeat, even if it meant having the sweet release that death brings.
With the glamours finished, Harry lifted Dudley�s shirt to reveal his pale and skinny, but unblemished, form. �Wow, something actually went the way it was supposed to.�

Harry trailed his finger across his skin, wincing as he found an invisible cut or bruise. �They may still be there, but as least no one can see them, which means that no one will find out and then Vernon won�t win,� Harry thought. In fact, the only drawback of the glamour that Harry could find was that he would have to reapply it every morning as the charms he had found were only temporary and only lasted for up to 24 hours. Still, that wasn�t too bad; Harry would just have to spend a few extra minutes in the bathroom every morning, thought that didn�t matter. A few of the lads in his dormitory would have been made prefects, which meant they would be using the prefect�s bathroom rather than the Gryffindor ones.
�Thank the Gods.�
Harry slumped back down into his seat, thankful that he was on the train where he had discovered that he could do magic without the Ministry�s noticing. Technically, he was on school property, so it was legal. Harry had spent many months in the library last year, much to Hermione�s delight, and had come across this very useful loophole in the law.
With that settled, Harry tried to make himself relax as much as he could. Ron and Hermione would be arriving any second, and they would be the first to notice that something was wrong. Hermione had nosed around in his life enough last year, and he didn�t want the same thing happening again.

�Speak of the devil.�

Harry unlocked the compartment door with his wand before quickly placing it in an easily accessible place up his sleeve and watched nervously as the compartment door rolled open to reveal a mop of bright red hair. Harry stood up, swallowing. He was terrified; he hadn�t thought he would be like this. These were his best friends, but he couldn�t help tensing his body as he was enveloped in a one-armed hug by Ron.
�Hey mate, how are you? Pity you couldn�t come and stay. What was that family emergency all about anyway? I got all your letters. How come I had to get them from Sirius? Is there something wrong with Hedwig? Did you get my letters? You know the one I sent you about Hermione, well��
Ron paused to take a much needed breath and pulled Hermione to his side, both of them blushing slightly and smiling awkwardly.
�Well, we�re together.�
�Huh, umm congratulations, I guess.� He swallowed again, trying to contain his urge to run at full speed out of the compartment. �I have been wondering when you would finally get together.�
Harry smiled, trying to sound as normal as possible. His voice wavered a bit, but the pair weren�t really paying him much attention. Instead, they were gazing intently at each other, goofy grins plastered all over their faces. �They sent me letters, but I never got any of them.�

�Harry, it�s good to see you again. I missed you.�
Hermione stepped forward into his arms, burying her head into his shoulder, causing Harry to give a small yelp of pain. Hermione jumped back in surprise, a look of concern flitting across her features.
�You stood on my foot Herm,� Harry lied quickly.
Hermione blushed, her cheeks tinged with a light pink, suggesting that she had believed Harry.
�Oh yeah, I almost forgot.� Hermione took a step forward, watching where she put her feet this time, and pointed to her robes, on which a shiny badge had been pinned.
�You�re a prefect,� Harry said. Hermione nodded her head excitedly before pointing to Ron�s robes, where there was pinned an identical badge.
�Ooh hell, we are meant to be at the prefect meeting!� Hermione jumped forward, missing Harry�s attempt to move out of her way, and she planted a kiss onto his cheek and grabbed Ron�s hand, pulling him out of the sliding door.
�We�ll be back soon, k?�
Harry just nodded and watched as the door slid slowly back into place. He fell forward a little as the train gave a small jerk and began to move. Harry ducked down and grabbed his trunk from under the seat�how it got there, he didn�t know� and pulled Hedwig�s cage out and set it on the seat next to the window, not even bothering to apologise for forgetting about her.
Instead, he pulled open his trunk and began rummaging through it until he found a set of his school robes. After shutting his trunk and pushing it back under the seat, Harry stood and pulled the school robes over his messy hair, causing it to stick up even more, not that it mattered. He had realised long ago that it just didn�t lie flat and frankly he had stopped caring.
Harry stared down at the hem of the robes, which was now halfway up his ankles, and turned slowly when he heard a snickering laugh from the doorway.
�My, my Potter, it looks like the Weasleys aren�t the only ones who can�t afford to buy new clothes.�
Malfoy drawled as his two cronies, who were standing behind him, guffawed at their leader�s antics.
�Whatever, Malfoy.�
Harry sunk into his seat next to Hedwig and began staring at the rapidly passing countryside, shaking slightly as he heard Malfoy move closer to him.
�That all you got left Potter?� Malfoy moved with a purpose like a deadly predator and scared Harry shitless. �Must be all that time with those muggles.�
Malfoy seemed to be getting more and more pissed off as the seconds ticked by and there was no response from Harry.
�Potter!�
Malfoy reached out and grabbed Harry roughly by the arm, trying to make him listen. At the moment, he was just staring out into space; Malfoy didn�t expect what Harry did next.
Harry was miles away, as he always was when his uncle yelled at him or beat him. So when he felt someone�s hand grab his arm, he yelped with sheer terror, jumping up and wrenching his hand out from the person�s grip much to the amusement of Crabbe and Goyle, who were almost doubled over with laughter.

Harry didn�t dare look up and face Malfoy, so he just stood quietly. One hand was clasped firmly over the spot on which Draco had touched him, and Harry wished for all three of them to just go away and leave him in peace.
Draco stood surveying Harry, who stood as silent as the grave, his eyes never leaving the floor. Something just didn�t feel right. He didn�t know what it was, but he would find out. With that thought in mind and a smirk in Harry�s direction, Draco swept out of the compartment, the door slamming as the two larger Slytherins followed him.
Harry gave a small cry of anguish and sank to the floor, only barely managing to cast the locking charm before he pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head into his arms.

�Why? I don�t understand. Why must I go though this? My life is hell. I live in pain��

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