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The Truth isn't What You Think	By : ChaoticNightofFlames Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 25859 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Chapter 3

Far too soon for Harry, his relatives returned home. His Aunt arrived first, from a visit to one of the neighbor's, a horrid woman by the name of Margret. She glared at Harry when she entered the room he had been dusting, but otherwise she left him alone much to his relief. His cousin Dudley showed up next, more because he was hungry then an actual desire to be home. He shoved Harry as he passed by, causing the teen to fall to the ground and almost knock over a blue lamp.

His mother hugged him as soon as he entered the living room. Sighing Harry stood up and watched as Dudley squirmed in his mother's arms and demand food. His stomach grumbled at the mention and Harry prayed that he would finally be able to get some scraps that evening. It would be the first time in three days.

All hope of food flew out of his mind as his Uncle stormed into the house slamming the door behind him. Blood vessels throbbed in his temple and his face was red with anger. Harry cringed and tried to blend into the wall, to no avail. His uncle went straight for him.

"You freak! Isn't it bad enough we have to deal with your ungrateful presence and your weirdness? No you filthy freak, you had to go and get me fired." Vern bellowed slapping Harry across the face. Harry whimpered in dread.

"Not in here Vernon. Somebody will see you." Aunt Petunia hissed frantically. Vernon nodded and grabbed Harry by the arm and forcefully dragged him upstairs. They entered the spare bedroom holding Dudley's old toys and broken junk.

Another slap sent Harry flying across the room. He gasped as his body knocked against the wall and caused pain to throb up his broken wrist. Many of his wounds reopened and blood started to stain his clothes. Uncle Vernon's foot lashed out and he kicked Harry repeatedly in the stomach, breaking a few ribs.

Suddenly his Uncle spun around and left the room. Gasping in pain, Harry felt relief wash through him, only to be shattered a second later as his Uncle reentered the room with a sharp kitchen knife in hand. Harry's eyes widen in shock. Was he going to die? He thought as terror filled him.

"Strip," his Uncle demanded. Terrified Harry did as he was told, afraid that he would make his Uncle even more furious if he refused. When his clothes were in a pile on the floor his Uncle grabbed him and forced him onto his hands and knees. Quickly he undid his pants allowing his hard cock to slip free. Brutally he shoved himself into Harry's body and started to thrust.

"Oh god, so tight." Vernon moaned as he continued to rape his nephew causing Harry to gasp and cry in pain. Finally his Uncle came, shooting his seed into the torn passage causing it to burn. He pulled out sated and wiped his bloody cock on Harry's clothes.

"You won't be needing these any more, whore." his Uncle sneered dropping the dirty clothes and grabbed the knife he had dropped in his passion. Harry tried to flee but his body refused to move and he almost blacked out due to the pain. Carefully almost gently, his eyes gleaming manicly his Uncle brought the knife down to his skin and started to carve into the flesh of his back. Despite the agony Harry became aware of the fact that his Uncle was carving the word freak into his skin before the man turned to slashing long marks across his body.

Harry slowly fell into unconsciousness due to blood loss, faintly wondering if the glorious numbing darkness meant this was the end for him.

It was twilight when Snape reached Number Four Privet Drive. He sneered at the perfect lawn and white-washed house that was identical to all the others on the block. Sighing he walked up and rapped sharply on the blue door. A horse-like woman opened the door.

"I'm looking for Harry Potter. I'm one of his teachers from Hogwarts and I'm here to check-up on him." he sneered. Much to Snape's surprise the woman paled and stepped back.

"No one by that name lives here," she gasped and tried to slam the door in Snape's face. Fortunately he managed to slip his foot between the door and was able to force it open. She stared at him in shock for a second then turned and ran into the living room. Sighing for probably the hundredth time that day Snape stepped into the hallway lined with pictures, shutting the door behind him.

Frowning he stared at the pictures. Something nagged at the edge of his mind. Startled he realized the there wasn't a single picture of Harry Potter among the horde. Something wasn't right here. His train of thought was cut off suddenly as a large red-faced man barreled into the hall.

"Look here you, get out of my house this instant," the man, no doubt Potter's Uncle, bellowed, shaking his fist. Almost lazily Snape drew his wand and pointed it at the man's face. Much to his amusement Potter's Uncle cringed visibly and stepped back. Keeping his wand in hand he started to search the house.

Several minutes later he started to feel frustrated and though on willing to admit it worried. Not only could he not find Potter, there was no sign what-so-ever that he even lived there. If it wasn't for the fact that he could sense the faint traces of magic around the house he would have thought he had the wrong place. It seemed the only residents of the god forsaken place where the two Muggles and there whale of a son who he had found sleeping in a bed surrounded by piles of junk. The boy had run screaming from the room clutching his butt and now hid behind his parents. Frustrated Snape returned to the living room where they cowered.

"Where is he?" Snape hissed glaring at the muggles. None of them answered however the horse woman glanced at the cupboard under the stairs lined with looks. Puzzled Snape turned to look at it in surprise. It couldn't be could it he wonder in shock. He strolled over and with a flick of his wand unlocked the door which swung open.

The smell of stale sex and blood hit his nose. It kept all his will to keep from throwing up. Without thinking he cast lumos. The light revealed Harry Potter lying naked in a pool of his own blood. His whole body was covered in bruises and cuts and much to Snape's horror the words whore and freak were carved into his flesh still bleed.

Yeah a cliffy. I hate reading them but there actually fun to write.
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