Okay so I haven't written a Harry Potter story in awhile to be honest but this is sort of an AU from Fifth Year and part of a challenge I took. Events from Year 1 to Year 4 are the same mostly and pairing is undecided at the moment. I do hope people read and give me feedback on this. This story contains implied

1. Unforgettable

Harry Potter had suffered quite a bit in his life and he always knew his relatives never really liked him, mostly Uncle Vernon but he had never expected things to get this. Verbal abuse and neglect was something he had been used to most of his life but this was stretching beyond that. Much beyond that to be honest. Last year had already been much too hard for him to deal with, with finding out that the Goblet of Fire was actually a Portkey and being not only led into a trap but leading Cedric Diggory, a fellow competitor and contestant into a trap too. It had also been the only year, his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger had not been there for him till the end, like they almost always were. He had witnessed the death of a friend and witnessed the return of Lord Voldemort, the darkest wizard of all time.

Another shocking thing that he had seen was his parents James and Lily Potter, in ghost forms encouraging him to keep fighting when he had wanted to cave in and give up as well as Cedric requesting that his body be taken to his parents. He had managed to get Cedric's body back but nobody apart from Dumbledore and a few close friends really believed that Lord Voldemort had returned. It infuriated him that the Ministry of Magic could be so moronic as to believe that Harry would lie about something like this just to get the attention.

None of Harry Potter's years at Hogwarts had been easy to be honest but this one had topped it all. In his first year, his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher had Voldemort on the back of his head and had tried to kill him in person. In his second year, he had faced a basilisk that was sent by Voldemort's younger and human form, Tom Riddle who had attempted to end his life but with Dumbledore's help, he had managed to come out of that alive with only some injuries. He had also ended up saving Ron's little sister Ginny Weasley from the Chamber who had been used as a pawn by Voldemort himself. In third year, he had ended up saving an innocent convict from a horrible fate which was his godfather Sirius Black who had been wrongly imprisoned by once again, the moronic Ministry of Magic. It still angered Harry that Sirius had not even been given a fair trial and the Ministry still thought Peter Pettigrew was the innocent one!

As if all this wasn't enough to drive anyone crazy, his own Uncle Vernon had snapped in a way that Harry could not even imagine.

It was a normal evening or as normal as it ever was in The Dursley household but Harry knew the instant his uncle stepped through that door that something was seriously wrong. A foreboding feeling overcame Harry at the sounds of his Uncle's shouting and he knew he should probably follow his instincts and not leave his room. He pulled open his door a tiny bit just enough so he could see what was going on. He had to inwardly cringe as Vernon struck Petunia. He normally didn't behave like this in front of Dudley but Harry had witnessed a few times as he grew up here, Vernon beating Petunia. There was one time five-year-old Harry even encouraged her to speak up as well but he still remembered the reply.

"Vernon just gets angry sometimes," Petunia explained, turning away from the child so he wouldn't see the tear tracks on her cheeks. "I know deep down he does love all of us. I couldn't leave him even if it is the right thing to do."

Harry had gone silent then even if he didn't agree with this and he was quickly snapped back to reality as Vernon stormed over to his room, grabbing him roughly by the arm.

"Let me go!" he cried, struggling against him. He was tempted to use magic because Uncle Vernon's grip was too tight but considering how uncaring the Ministry of Magic was, it could lead him to losing the only home he ever had. So thus he simply continue struggling as much as he could even as he was dragged into the living room.

"Vernon, stop!" Petunia screamed and Harry stopped struggling only for a moment to see the large handprints on her face and neck as well as her cracked lip as well as Dudley huddled in the corner, looking terrified. He didn't have time to worry about his Aunt and cousin though because suddenly he felt the large beefy hand wrap around his throat and lift him up. He felt his vision blur and he was momentarily disoriented. He couldn't see, he couldn't speak. Was he going to die? Why was it wrong to use magic if it was to save his own life? He didn't understand.

Luckily or unluckily depending on perspective, Vernon did throw Harry on the ground before he could completely run out of air but the boy was still too disoriented to see what was happening. He could vaguely hear Aunt Petunia's screams and the sounds of Dudley's whimpers but nothing could prepare him for the pain that came next. He kicked and thrashed but every resistance of his was met with a swift punch and a kick to the stomach that made Harry cough out blood and grimace in pain.

Why? Why is this happening to me? Why isn't anyone stopping this? Why does it hurt so much? I don't understand. Sirius, Ron, Hermione, help please. Please stop him...get his hands away please. Please stop this. Please!

If Harry thought the filthy touch was the worst of it, the intrusion that came next made ear-piercing screams leave him and he thrashed even worse, tears cascading down his cheeks. He felt as if he was going to throw up. He felt disgusted in himself as if someone had contaminated him and wished Vernon had just finished the job and murdered him. Even after he pulled out, Harry just lay there, staring blankly ahead not really listening to the noise around him nor did he wish to. He just wanted to die. He just wanted it all to end. Slowly his hands moved to wrap themselves around his throat but before he could actually choke himself, hands he had never expected pulled his hands away from his throat.

"Don't Harry," Dudley said in a shaking voice. "T-the Police is going to take Daddy away." He looked ready to burst into tears just saying that. "It'll be okay."

Harry stared at him blankly. He didn't really understand what Dudley was saying. He understood he was speaking something but he didn't know what the words were that were being spoken were. However, he did remove his hands from his throat and attempted to sit up, a sharp pain running down his spine causing him to crumble back to the ground. A chuckle escaped his lips. He wasn't supposed to move after being raped was he? He really was an idiot wasn't he?

However, he didn't have much time to think about that either considering his vision was blurring right in front of him and he could barely understand what was going on. He just wanted to pass out. Nausea filling inside him, the last thing he saw was Aunt Petunia moving towards him before his world went black.

Petunia had never believed things would get so far. Vernon had been furious tonight but she didn't expect him to lose it like he had. It was wrong of him to do that and she didn't accept that he would hit her in front of Dudley. That wasn't the worst of it though. What he had done to Harry went beyond the abusive category and went into the level of unforgivable. What he had done was wrong in every which way. Raping a teenager and his own nephew...the thought made her feel a little sick inside.

Despite her own injuries and bruises, she had attempted to throw herself at Vernon but had been knocked aside numerous times, sometimes being pushed to the ground while other times at the wall. She kept trying until she realised there was way with her small weight that she could push someone as large as Vernon off of her nephew and there was no way she would put Dudley in the line of fire. So she stumbled back, her fingers trembling as she called the Police.

Her eyes did water slightly as she saw the police take her husband away because he meant so much to her for a long time but she had enough. She wouldn't let herself, her son or her nephew suffer under this man any longer, not after what he had done. Speaking of nephew, her eyes flitted over to him, seeing the blood and injuries on him and seeing Dudley trying to reach him. A shiver ran down her spine as she saw how empty his gaze was and even more when he chuckled.

Pushing in her fear at seeing him like this, she slowly approached him as the paramedics entered inside the house. She was about to speak but he passed out before she could do anything. Trying not to panic, she turned to the paramedics.

"Can I ride with him?" Petunia asked the lady paramedic there who simply smiled.

"Of course," she replied kindly. "You have a few injuries too so you should be checked out as well."

"Mom," Dudley quickly spoke up. "I don't want to stay at home alone."

The fear in her son's voice made her heart clench and a few tears filled inside her eyes. She had failed. She had failed as a mother. She had failed as an Aunt. It looked like Lily was a better mother too, out of all the things she did better. She wiped away her tears though not wanting Dudley to be more scared while seeing her in tears. This was all her fault. She had never really hit Harry but she had never stopped Vernon either and now things had come this far. This was all her fault and it always would be.

"Your son can come with us too," The lady paramedic spoke softly with an understanding smile. "Normally, we don't allow more than one person in the ambulance but this is a special circumstance after all."

Petunia just nodded in thanks, hugging Dudley close to her, protectiveness surging within her. There was no way she'd live with a man like Vernon now, considering what he had done to her nephew. Her issues with Lily aside, she found it hard to hate the boy having raised him since he was a child. Not to mention, with an unstable man like Vernon, Dudley was in danger too. She could take Vernon beating her because she had probably done something to deserve it, but Dudley and Harry deserved nothing of the sort. This was it. She was filing a divorce and informing Dumbledore the vague details about what happened to Harry - the beating at least because he deserved to tell about the rest himself.

But before that, she needed to talk to Harry. She had never exactly been a motherly figure all her life to Harry but right now, he needed one and she was the only one who knew the trauma he had went through. Harry, I'm not Lily but for once I'm going to try to be...for your sake.