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Child Full of Grace	By : DivinePotter Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 19573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Child Full of Grace
- 2-An Awful Birthday Surprise
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Child Full of Grace
Author's Note: This is a sexual abuse story. If not comfortable with the subject please go back. This also may contain incest, rape and child abuse. Thanks!
Young Harry Potter had woken up late for the first day of school. This hadn't been the former time though. He would have nightmares children his age would not understand. After all he was just five years old.
Harry Potter not also was he young but gorgeous. His hair was darker than ebony like where the stars always rested. His eyes where like emeralds that shined in the sun and would catch the attention of the citizens in where he lived. His lips were red like blood and were ever so kissable that most girls would envy. His cheeks pink that were caught in ecstasy. His flesh was whitish like porcelain.
He might have looked gorgeous but he was also sweet and cute. He was so small people often misguided him thinking that he was three or four years old.
As much as he didn't know, he was the most gorgeous thing people had ever seen. "A gift from the gods' was what people would say.
Every place he went they would recognize him instantaneously.
He was known in the un-magical world know as the "Muggle World'.
However he was actually the Boy Who Lived in the magical community. He might have been a normal five-year-old child in the Muggle World but he was famous in his world, the wizarding world.
People would gather around and touch his face, purring sweet things to him that would make him blush until his cheeks were the same color like his lips.
Nevertheless, nobody knew why young Harry Potter acted unusual around men. Nobody knew he was hiding a secret that had been happening since he barely turned five.
The boy would flinch at the touch of men. It didn't matter how much people, including Mrs. Figg, asked him why was he so nervous, quiet and frightened the whole time.
The truth is his uncle had been sexually abusing since he was just five.
He wouldn't dare tell anyone about this. He contemplated everyone would hate him and his uncle would be a lot harsher on him than before. So he kept it as a secret and would keep it for the rest of his life.
As he woke up from his cupboard he heard a hard racket on the door.
Probably his Aunt Petunia.
"Get up!!! Now!" his Aunt Petunia snapped.
"Okay" Harry mumbled softly. He grabbed his glasses and dressed as quickly as he could. Once he was dressed he headed to the kitchen where his aunt was cooking something delicious.
"So your awake, but late again!! Now go, your uncle is waiting in the car!!" his aunt snapped.
Harry nodded dully. "I'm sorry, Aunt Petunia"
He sounded so cute and innocent saying those sweet words but his aunt didn't really give a damn about it.
Harry walked to the table and grabbed an apple. He knew it was already late and wouldn't be able to eat breakfast. He headed to the door and grabbed his backpack that was old and battered. This had been from Dudley when he hadn't used it and only used it like a punch bag.
Har Harry opened the door and headed to the car where Uncle Vernon was inside the car. However, Dudley was not there.
His uncle looked at him and Harry headed towards him slowly. His uncle would probably hit him for being late again.
"So, you have woken up late again, huh boy?" his voice was strong like a whip hitting him.
Harry looked at his uncle with fear in his eyes. Harry didn't dare say a thing. He just stared at his uncle fearfully. On the other hand, he wasn't that scared.
His uncle wouldn't dare hit him in front of people. Would he? He never knew. Although his mind was pretty sure he would. His uncle kept staring at him for just a second and opened the car's door.
"Where's Dudley?" Harry whispered softly. He closed his eyes being sure that his uncle would scream at him.
"At school. He got very tired of waiting for you. He's smart you know, for he already knew that you were going to wake up late again. Now get in the freakin' car" his uncle snapped.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon" Harry replied softly.
Harry got in the car as quickly as he could. But his uncle grabbed him by the collar.
"You're not getting in the back of the car. I just barely cleaned it. Get in the front next to me" he snapped. He let go of Harry and threw him on the floor.
His uncle looked around making sure nobody had eavesdropped while he threw Harry aside. He smiled and got in the car.
Harry walked around the car and opened the door next to Vernon's seat. He hopped on the seat and placed his backpack on his lap.
His uncle grabbed the keys and turned the car on. Harry's school was only fifteen minutes away from his house. As his uncle drove and drove from his house, he kept staring at his nephew in an eccentric way. Harry took no notice of this for he was watching outside of the window, looking at other cars pass by.
Eight minutes had passed and his uncle was now looking at Harry more than ever. He looked at him up and down, smiling evilly. Harry kept looking outside of the window even though not many cars were passing by. His eyes were now tired and he rubbed them slowly.
"Such a long ride' Harry thought. He yawned and closed his eyes for a while. There was a stop sign right ahead and his uncle stopped the car. He looked at his nephew with his sapphire eyes full of malice.
He raised a hand and slowly he grabbed the backpack from his nephew's lap. Harry made a noise but he was still asleep. His uncle threw aside the backpack in the back seat.
His eyes were still set on Harry. He placed his hand on his lap and began trailing it up and down. His hand had trailed all the way to the linking of his legs. He began to rub gently and Harry flinched. He kept doing this for three minutes and Harry had finally aroused up.
He looked down and stared at the hand that disturbed him from his little siesta.
"Oh, oh. Not again' he thought hysterically. His eyes were getting watery all of the sudden he he knew his sea of tears was about to commence.
He looked at his uncle who looked at him angrily. Harry shriveled in his seat and looked at his uncle fearfully. He couldn't do a thing for his uncle was sure would beat him up and throw him out of the car.
He sat there unreceptive and quiet. He closed his eyes and let his uncle continued with his business. He had stopped rubbing between his legs and ran his hand up and down his legs.
Harry started crying softly and quietly. His tears ran gracefully down his face and he wiped them with the back of his hand. His uncle looked at him, a stupid smirk on his face.
"So weak." His uncle murmured through his laugh.
Harry didn't dare utter a thing. So he was quiet until they finally arrived at his school. Harry grabbed his backpack, which was on the back seat and opened the door.
His uncle suddenly reached the door and closed it again. Harry looked at him fearfully. "What will he do now?' he thought fearfully.
"Listen to me now boy. You tell anyone about this and you'll be very sorry indeed."
Harry nodded and opened the door again. His uncle left and Harry kept looking at him.
This was the worst thing that had ever happened to him. He wished it couldn't get much worse.
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