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A/N: This is a rewrite of To Have a Father but with a much darker and disturbing theme. I wrote ThaF a long time ago and I realized how sucky things are. Weak plot, weak character, unsupported actions. This chapter is quite disturbing with Vernon being so intimate with Harry but I feel the need to do it to bring more drama to Harry's character.

To Die for Rebirth

Prologue

A young man in his teen years stood in front of the body length mirror at the corner of a small, dark, but unusually neat room. Gone was the childish and round features he once had, replaced by strong jawlines that reflected his masculinity. The spark of innocence in his blazing emerald eyes was also replaced by a look of intelligence and resignation. Throughout the summer Harry Potter's appearance had morphed into the stranger he was staring at right then. His once tanned skin was pale and his cheekbones were higher. The usual mop of black hair jutting out to all directon was now lying flat with some red highlights visible under the sun. It was obvious that Harry was not James Potter's son. Despite that Harry found it hard to deduct his biological dad as his new features had much resemblance to Lily Potter spare the slightly more squared jaws.

Harry turned away from the mirror and collapsed to his creaky old bed.

I can't believe that I have been living a lie for so long. No wonder everyone told me how I look like James a lot. I should have known that the resemblance is not natural. After all, nothing is ever normal for me. I am just a freak that caused trouble. I am the reason why Sirius is dead. Sneaking into Snape's pensieve which caused the professor's wrath has undone the abysmal Occlumency ability that I gained, cause Voldemort to be able to access my mind. Of course, like some stupid Gryffindor I had jumped into consequences, fire-calling Kreacher instead of contacting Sirius with the two-way mirror. Everything has always been his fault.

Heavy footsteps were then heard approaching the small room. The sound of a click indicated the arrival of his abusive Uncle Vernon. A sudden feeling of horror crept into Harry's mind. Somehow he knew that something bad was going to happen to him.

Throughout the summer he had been left alone in his room. The Dursleys did not give him any chores and he was locked inside his room without access to his school trunk. Food came intermittently in the form of stale bread and a glass of water. He was let out once a day to use the loo and every three days he was allowed to send Hedwig over to the Order of the Phoenix to give them updates about his wellbeing. Of course he wrote that he was fine as his uncle would oversee his writing the letter with two beefy forceful and painful grasps on his shoulders.

If the Dursleys noticed his changing appearance, they did not comment about it. Harry could swear that everytime his uncle saw him he had a strange glint on his eyes but he was thankful that his relatives had left him alone until then.

Two days ago was the last time he wrote a letter to the Order. And two days ago was also the last time he ate. He was not given any food after that. Harry's bad feeling was justified because Vernon would rarely visit him in his room. He normally would only oversee Harry writing the letter in the dining room and sent him back to his pitiful bedroom after. Today, though was different.

Harry wisely got up and sat on the edge of his bed. His peripheral vision told him that the sun had just set and the sky was getting dark quickly. He then looked at Uncle Vernon questioningly. He knew better than to ask for food because even with the limited light he could tell that Vernon was clearly not in a good mood. His uncle's face was showing signs of rage and turning purple rather rapidly.

"Hello boy. I see that you are still alive to my dismay," Vernon whispered clearly with a streak of sadism underlying his raspy voice.

Sensing the aggression, Harry scooted further away from his uncle. But he knew he was cornered. His room was really small and by scooting further away he was actually cornering himself. Without food for two days and the constant malnourishment throughout the summer Harry knew he could not put any resistance. A look of fear found its way to his face, but it was quickly replaced by resignation. There was nothing he could do to stop whatever from happening right now.

Vernon seemed smug to see his resigned and fearful expression. He smiled predatorily, approached Harry, and said, "Harry, Harry, Harry. Look at what you have done… Let me tell you one thing that I'm sure you already know…". Vernon placed his beefy right hand upon Harry's left cheek and rubbed rather endearingly. "I used to hate your guts!" With a sudden movement the disturbing rub turned into a harsh slap. The force behind the slap caused Harry to bumped into the bedpost, rendering him very dizzy at that moment.

"But, I have noticed the shift in your appearance throughout the summer. You truly are a Freak, you know…" This time Vernon cupped Harry's cheeks with his two hands. "… a truly beautiful and attractive one. Such pale face, such vulnerable creature…" Letting Harry's face out of his hands, he grabbed the boy forcefully by his collar and sat uncomfortably close to the boy. Leaning forward, Vernon licked Harry's neck in pleasure. "Aah… the taste of your fear!"

Harry's mind was running wild and overdrive right now. Something was clearly not right with his uncle. His sense of survival is blaring high.

With the same eerie whisper Vernon continued, "Did you know…? I have been unable to concentrate at work since you came back. Your new appearance always comes into the front of my mind. You're driving me crazy, dear boy. And guess what? I was fired today. But I don't care Harry. I only want to have you. Only you."

Harry felt like he was drenched in a bath tub full of ice. Listening to his uncle's monologue terrified him. He tried to scoot away further but Vernon captured both his wrist using his right hand. Harry struggled but he was in no condition to overpower his uncle. Harry felt the room fading away until an unbearable pain hit him full force. He screamed. He regained his awareness. He was tied up to to the bedposts, spread-eagle, his head facing the room door which was blocked from his view by his uncle's crotch. To his horror, Vernon was down to his boxers and he could see the erection underneath. Worse, Harry realized he was stark naked.

Vernon grabbed a handful of his hair to make Harry face him. "Welcome back, Harry. Do you like what you see?" he asked with a disturbingly adoring tone.

Harry wanted to retch then and there but he couldn't because there was nothing in his stomach.

"Answer me when I talk to you Harry!" Vernon said and swung his belt across Harry's back. The sudden sting made Harry cried out rather forlornly. "Yes! That's the way, Harry. Scream for me, my pretty freak. Show me your fear, bring me ecstasy!"

Harry could not believe his senses. His uncle was actually turned on by all this. He could not remember how long the whipping continued. Harry remembered begging his uncle to stop but that seemed to turn him on even more and the whipping continued with more fervor. The young man tried to endure the pain, praying to Gods above and Merlin but nothing happened. He willed his magic to act out but the long term malnourishment and recent starvation prevented him from doing so. His magic was simply too weak.

Soon, resignation came and Harry just stared and endured the pain from the whipping. He was sure that his back was bleeding badly but he could care less. He just wanted his uncle to get over his sickness and leave. Too bad this did not happen. Instead, Uncle Vernon had gone further to the extent of taking his nephew's innocence. When it happened the young boy was completely resigned. Deep down he knew that he had died then. Harry James Potter had died.

A/N: Was that too gruesome? Has my English improved now? I truly hope so! Please review and let me know if you like it! :)