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Warning! Scenes of graphic violence and mild rape! If you�re
squeamish or na�ve, I would recommend you skip those scenes. Otherwise, read to
your heart�s content!

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Chapter One

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Harry woke to somebody- he assumed
it was Uncle Vernon- pounding on the door to his bedroom. He spared a glance at
his clock and saw that it was 12:06.
He was officially an adult. He slipped his glasses on, stood, and walked
begrudgingly to the door. He opened it, looking at Petunia in confusion.

�Your uncle would like a word with
you in the kitchen,� she said, �Immediately.�

�Alright,� he replied shortly. He
didn�t even bother to throw a shirt on before he followed Petunia down the
stairs. He knew that when his uncle said immediately, it meant drop everything
and stop for nothing. Harry stepped into the kitchen, clad only in his
drawstring pajama pants, to see his uncle holding an envelope and looking
absolutely furious.

�You!� he growled, turning on
Harry, �What have you been telling your friends
about in your letters?�

�N-nothing! I only talk about
school�� he said truthfully. Earlier that summer, his uncle had said that if
Harry so much as mentioned what went on in Number 4, Privet Drive, he would
regret it for the rest of his God-given life.

�Liar!� Vernon
howled, throwing the letter at Harry, �I got a letter from one of your little
friends today!�

Harry picked it up and read it,
slowly, his eyes widening with every line.

�Harry,

�� we know that you�re being
mistreated, and we�re sending somebody to investigate as soon as we can. Don�t
worry. We won�t let those filthy Muggles make your life any worse than it
already is.

All My Love,

Molly�

�I didn�t tell them anything, I
swear!� he exclaimed, panicking as Vernon Dursley advanced on him.

�You lying sack of filth! I never
should have allowed you into my home! If it hadn�t been for Petunia, you would
have been on the streets, you ungrateful brat! You�re lucky to have us!� he
snarled.

�Lucky? Oh yes! It�s terribly
lucky that I have to come here every summer! It�s terribly lucky that you�ve done nothing but beat me since I got
here this year! Awfully, bloody, lucky, wouldn�t you say?� Harry
raged.

At this, Vernon
lunged at Harry, wrapping his pudgy hands around his throat and proceeding to
squeeze the very breath from his lungs. Harry, of course, fought, but Uncle
Vernon�s enormous weight was pushing him into the corner of the countertop and
the amount of pain he was feeling was disorienting to say the least.

�I�ll kill you this time, you
bloody freak! You�re unnatural, and you�re a shame to this earth! You�re not a
product of God. You�re one of Satan�s many failures!� Vernon
scowled, a mad gleam in his eyes, �But I think I�ll get some use out of you
before you die��

Harry knew what was going to
happen even before he was turned around so that the corner was pushing into his
stomach. He knew before his pants were pushed down and he knew before his uncle
violated him. Even as Vernon was
thrusting into his nephew he was strangling him, still intending to kill him.
The mixture of pain and the feeling of being used like this caused tears to
stream down Harry�s face unchecked. However, through the tears and the pain and
the humiliation, a part of Harry�s mind was screaming that he had to live, or
everybody would die.

Harry reached out, searching for
something- anything that could be used as a weapon. He grabbed the first solid
thing that his hand came in contact with and lashed out at his uncle with it.
Even at the odd angle he was forced to swing at, he felt the object slice
through Vernon�s flesh. His uncle�s
grip fell and he gasped, drinking in as much of the precious oxygen as he
could. He yanked his pants up, whipping around to see Vernon
fall to the floor, bleeding from a deep wound in his side. Harry looked down at
the object he had used and saw that it was a large paring knife. He spared a
few moments to gaze at the crimson fluid that was slowly making a pond around Vernon,
and then at the matching crimson fluid that had spattered his body and was
soaking the right leg of his pants. He dropped the knife, walking briskly from
the room.

As he passed Petunia she let out a
horrified shriek. He turned and looked at her with hollow eyes. �You might want
to call an ambulance,� he said, continuing up the stairs.

Having come of age just minutes
earlier, he packed his things with a wave of his wand. He scribbled a quick
note to Ron and Hermione and sent it with Hedwig, before he shrunk her cage and
his trunk and placed both of them safely in his pocket. He just barely managed
to pull socks and sneakers on when he heard the sirens. He grabbed his wand and
ran down the stairs. As he was sneaking out the back, a hand caught his arm.

�Where do think you�re going?� Dudley
snapped.

�Away from here,� Harry answered,
not bothering to turn around.

�I don�t think so, Potter. You�re
going to jail for trying to kill my dad!� Dudley
exclaimed.

�Yeah, right!� Harry growled,
finally turned and fixed Dudley with a venomous glare,
�You�re father�s the one who belongs in jail! You may not have noticed, Dudley,
but do you see these bruises on my neck? And my arms? You�re dear father is a� never mind. Just let
me go.�

Dudley,
shocked by Harry�s sudden calmness, abruptly let go of his arm. Harry turned
and left Dudley to think about just what sort of fellow
his dad really was. He thought about calling the Knight Bus, but thought better
of it. He didn�t want to have to avoid questions or explain the blood, so he
opted for illegal apparation instead. He apparated to the entrance of The Leaky
Cauldron and hurried inside. He threw a few galleons to Tom and told him he
would be staying for a while and that he would be down in the morning to
discuss the appropriate fee before practically running to the first empty room
and collapsing inside.

!x!

�Ron? What�s Hedwig doing here and
why does she seem so flustered?� Hermione asked.

Ron held Harry�s letter in a
shaking hand. He turned to Hermione, and the moment she saw the pained
expression on his face and the unshed tears in his eyes, she knew something was
horribly wrong with Harry. She snatched the parchment away from him, and he
immediately sank to floor, burying his face in his hands.

�Ron and Hermione,

�� I think I may have killed my uncle.
All I can say is that he brought it upon himself. I�ll be staying at The Leaky
Cauldron for the remainder of the summer. I�ll see you when I see you.

�� Harry�

She tore the letter into several
pieces and then threw it into the fire. She looked down at Ron and sat next to
him.

�Why would Harry do something like
that?� she mused, quite close to tears, herself.

�His Uncle must have- done
something horrible�� Ron said, �Harry would never intentionally hurt someone if
they hadn�t done something horrible. Hermione, what do we do?�

�Well, we certainly don�t tell
anybody. We should just ask your mum if could spend the rest of the summer with
Harry,� she replied, �I�m not sure if he�ll want to be at the Burrow right now.
It�s better to just go to him.�

�You�re right,� Ron said, giving
his girlfriend a quick kiss, �What would I do without you?�

!x!

Harry fought his way out of the
nightmares at about ten in the morning and the moment he was conscious he ran
to the bathroom and emptied the limited contents of his stomach. He could smell
the fermenting blood covering his body and his pants, and he tore the offending
garment from his body, flinging it into a corner. He pulled out a fresh outfit
and stepped into the shower, allowing the torrent of warm water to wash his
uncle�s blood from his body.

He stepped out into the cold air
and pulled on his clothes. He chose a pair of black jeans, a blood-red,
form-fitting, muscle shirt, at which point he laughed ruefully at his choice,
and a pair of black biker boots. He ran a hand through his damp hair, causing
it to stand up even more than usual and sighed. He looked at himself in the
mirror on the wall and considered a very strong glamour charm. The dark bruises
on his neck and arms stood out in stark contrast, even on his tanned skin.
However, he ruled against it, deciding that if anybody asked or stared, he
would simply ignore them.

He walked down the stairs and,
after paying his fee to Tom, entered Diagon Alley. His first stop was Gringotts
bank, where he took out a large sum of money. �Is it just me, or do I have more money than I did the last time I
checked?� He shrugged the thoughts away and set about buying his school
supplies first. When that was finished, he took them back to The Leaky
Cauldron. After unloading the items in his room, he walked back down to see Ron
and Hermione waiting for him.

�Um� I didn�t expect to be seeing
you guys so soon,� Harry said, chuckling nervously.

�Harry!� Hermione exclaimed,
rushing over to pull him into a fierce hug. He inhaled sharply when pain shot
through his body.

He smiled when she abruptly let go
of him. �It�s alright. I�m just a little� sore.�

�What the bloody hell happened, Harry?� Ron asked, �You look
like you�ve been through the ringer!�

�We�ll talk later,� Harry said,
looking around pointedly at the large amount of people currently occupying the
inn, �I�ve still got a bit of shopping that I wanted to do, so��

�Let�s go,� Hermione said, leading
the way.

Harry still had a large amount of
money left and there were a few things that he had intended to do for quite a
while, but could never find the time to get away. He noticed that Hermione kept
looking back at him, skeptically. He sighed, suspecting that it was because of
how he was dressed. And the abnormal amount of rings in his ears. Over the
summer he had gotten three put in his left ear, and two in his right, and all
holes were currently adorned with small, silver hoops.

�Was there something you wanted to
talk about, Hermione?� he asked with a note of amusement in his voice.

�Actually, yes,� she said, falling
into step beside him, �What exactly is� all this?�

�Meaning?� he asked, raising an
eyebrow questioningly.

�Meaning the clothes, the earrings, the shoes�� she said, �What�s it
all about?�

�I just wanted to do something
new, I guess,� Harry replied, �Something that wasn�t expected of me.�

�If it�s any consolation, I think
it�s brilliant!� Ron said, grinning.

�Yes, Harry looks gorgeous, what
else is new?� Hermione said, smiling, �But, Harry, when and where did you get
it all?�

�Well, whenever company came over,
I was banned from the house for the entire day, so a lot of the time I went to
Muggle London. The first time, all I managed to do was take out some money and
have it changed into pounds. By the way, the current rate of exchange is
absolutely wicked! Then I bought a bunch of new clothes and I got my ears done�
I remember when I came home after that,� he said, shuddering at the memory, �Vernon
was pissed. Nearly beat me into a coma.� He added the last part almost
casually, hoping that they might miss it. He was terribly wrong.

�Harry�� Hermione said softly,
�Maybe we should sit down somewhere and talk.�

�We can talk when we get back to
the inn,� Ron said, �There are way too many people out here.�

She nodded and Harry grinned at
Ron in thanks. �So, anyway, the funniest part is that he seemed to think that
if a boy had his ears pierced it automatically made him a homosexual.�

�That�s ridiculous!� Hermione
said, finally cracking a smile.

�I know. That�s what I told him,�
Harry continued, �You should have seen the look on his face when I told him
that I had been gay for a while before I even thought about getting my ears
pierced!�

They laughed, imagining how an
uptight Muggle family like the Dursleys would react to hearing that they had
been housing a homosexual for nearly a year.

�So, Harry, what did you want to
get while we�re here?� Hermione asked.

�Actually, I was thinking that I
would go and do it while you guys got some of your supplies. I already have
mine, so we could meet outside of the ice cream shop in, say, an hour?�

�Are you sure you don�t want us to
come with you?� Ron asked, narrowing his eyes at his friends.

�Yes, I�m sure. I�ll be fine,�
Harry stated, starting off down Diagon Alley, �I�ll see you guys in an hour!�

Harry stepped into the tattoo
parlor and was immediately stared at in bemusement. He sighed and stepped up to
the counter. He quickly explained what he wanted done and was led into a room
at the back of the store. He had already gotten one tattoo the muggle way. It
was a bright red phoenix that resided on his right calf. The design had been
his own depiction on Fawkes, as Muggles didn�t seem to know a phoenix from your
everyday cardinal. The tattoo he was getting today was a black and green snake
on his left shoulder blade. The snake was to be about nine inches in length and
was charmed to move about on his body if he wished it to.

When the tattoo was done, he sat
up and prepared himself for the pain he had thought would surely come. However,
the wizard way was nearly painless and by the time he walked out of the parlor,
he had a new tattoo and shiny silver hoop through his left nipple, both
completely healed. He glanced at the time and broke into a sprint. He was
already fifteen minutes late!

He reached the ice cream shop to
see Ron and Hermione already enjoying milkshakes and he smiled apologetically
as he approached them. He took a seat and grinned at their expectant looks.

�You�ll just have to wait to find
out what I did,� he said, ordering a strawberry milkshake for himself, �Because
I�m not telling��

�Fine,� Hermione said, �I don�t
even want to know.�

However, the look in her eyes said
differently. Ron merely shrugged and continued to slurp his shake. Harry�s
arrived and he practically attacked it. He hadn�t eaten in days! Hermione and
Ron shared a worried glance.

They ate lunch at The Leaky
Cauldron and then proceeded to Harry�s room, where Harry knew he was going to
have to tell them. They walked in and were instantly greeted with a horribly
unpleasant smell. Hermione was the first to approach the source, which was
lying in a corner on the far side of the room. Harry realized what it was just
a moment too late, as Hermione used her wand to levitate the bloody pants. She
gaped at him in horror, incinerating the pants in an instant.

�You weren�t joking�� she said,
falling back onto the bed, never taking her eyes off of him, �You were serious.
You actually killed- oh my God!�

�Did you think that I would joke
about something like that?� Harry asked, sitting in a chair across from the
bed.

�No,� she whispered, �But I had
hoped, maybe��

�What? That it would be some
elaborate prank?� he snapped, and then ran a shaky hand through his hair, �I�m
sorry.�

Ron sat down next to Hermione and
placed a comforting arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, sighing.

�Harry, I think you had better
just tell us what happened,� Ron said, his expression grim, �from the
beginning.�

And so Harry told them. When he
came to the last part, he stopped, taking several shaky breaths, willing his
voice to work. However, the only sound that he seemed able to produce was a
broken whimper.

Hermione looked at him, sadness
shining in her eyes. �What happened then, Harry? Go ahead and tell us,� she
said, sounding as though she was talking to a five year old, �You need to talk
about it.�

�I� don�t want to,� he said.

�Please, Harry� just talk to us.
Tell us what he did,� Ron said, bracing himself for the worst.

Harry drew one more breath and
closed his eyes. �He- he turned me around� he was still strangling me- I
couldn�t even scream- and then� he- he ra� oh God!� The last was spoken in a
whisper when he suddenly buried his face in his hands, trying to hide his
silent tears.

�Oh, Harry�� Hermione sniffed
slightly, wiping tears away.

�I couldn�t even defend myself
against him!� Harry said shakily,
�How am I supposed- to defeat the most powerful wizard in the world� if I can�t
even defeat one lousy muggle? It�s too much, you guys. I can�t take it anymore�
I just can�t.�

�What�re you talking about mate?
You�re made of tougher stuff than this,� Ron said, slightly panicked, �If you
have a break down, what hope is there for the rest of us?�

�You don�t know what it�s like! He
was family, Ron� we didn�t like each
other, but he was still family� you don�t understand,� he said, still refusing
to look at them, �I was completely helpless. I just- had to take it� and then I
found that knife! I was just blindly reaching, I didn�t even know what I had
grabbed until I- I stabbed him� I just� feel used. Ugh� he was my bloody
family!�

They winced at his sudden
outburst, but looked at him with concern. Hermione stood first, walking over to
his chair and kneeling in front of him, forcing him to look at her.

�Harry, we probably don�t
understand, but we�re going to help you through this,� she said, smiling warmly
at him, �You�re not alone.�

�Yeah,� Ron said, �You�ve got us,
and you�ve got Remus and Mum and Dad and the rest of the Weasley brood. Not to
mention Luna and Neville and the rest of our friends at school. You�re
definitely far from alone.�

Harry chuckled weakly. �I guess��

�You should take a nap or
something, Harry,� Hermione said, helping him stand and leading him to his bed,
where he fell without protest and allowed himself to be tucked in.

�You get more and more like Molly
every time I see you,� Harry said, right before he fell asleep.

!x!

When he woke, it was to shouts
from just outside his room. He sat up, putting his glasses on as he did, and
padded across the room. He noted that he felt a bit better after talking about
it with his friends, but it was still hideously fresh in his mind. He opened
the door to see Ron and Hermione arguing with Remus, Molly, and Arthur.

�He needs to sleep! Just let him
alone until he wakes up!� Hermione was saying.

�No! We need to speak with him
immediately,� Remus stated.

�Well, that�s good, because I just
woke up,� Harry said from his place in the doorway.

They all looked over at him and
Molly burst into tears. Remus and Arthur stared at him, aghast at the amount of
painful looking bruises that was covering his body. He smiled ruefully at their
reactions.

�Maybe I should have gone with the
glamour charm,� he said.

�Oh, Harry!� Molly exclaimed,
rushing over to him, pushing him into the room followed by Ron, Hermione,
Arthur, and Remus, who shut the door behind him, �I knew that something awful
was going on! Didn�t you get my letter? Was it too late?�

�Actually, my uncle got your
letter first,� he said, �He wasn�t too happy about it��

He rubbed the marks around his
neck, which caused a fresh wave of tears from Molly.

�I�m so sorry! I never should have
sent the letter the muggle way! I should have sent it by owl when Pig got back�
I was stupid! I�m so sorry, Harry!�

�Don�t blame yourself, it was just
a matter of time,� he said, �Now, was there something important that you wanted
to speak to me about?�

�Yes, Harry,� Remus said, tossing
a copy of the Daily Prophet, �That is what we came to talk about.�

He read the front page title; Harry Potter: Wanted for the attempted
murder of his own uncle! He scoffed and threw the paper back.

�Yeah, I tried to kill him. Shame
I didn�t succeed,� Harry said maliciously, �I thought that after he was dead I
could go after Snape and work my way up to Voldemort.�

�You don�t mean that�� Remus said,
staring at Harry in shock.

�Oh, but I do,� he replied, his
eyes flashing dangerously, �Vernon Dursley was a perverted old bastard. He
deserves more than what I gave him. And I�ll kill Snape for what he did to
Dumbledore. He�s a murderer.�

�Harry�� Hermione said,
tentatively, �Snape is teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year��

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So, there it is. The first chapter. Horribly angsty! I didn�t know I
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