Harry had been home only for three weeks. Three weeks since the graveyard where he had faced Voldemort and watched Cedric killed. His life was a nightmare living or sleeping. His Uncle seemed angrier then usual with him and had taken to drinking that summer. His Aunt as always turned her back. The only relief was in the hot summer months he was kept in doors away from the heat. They did not want anyone to see the bruises and welts running down his body. But that night things were going to get so much worse. His Aunt and cousin were down in the living room oblivious as always to what was happening. Harry was not sure why but as he heard the locks on his bedroom door being opened he knew something was different, drastically different.

Vernon came across the room and seized him from the bed. "You will do exactly what I tell you and if you make one peep at all I will beat you to an inch of life."

Harry was petrified as he was forced to go to his knees. "Yes Uncle."

His Uncle started removing his belt but not to whip Harry. Harry watched in horror as the man began unbuckling his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor and his silk boxers soon followed after them.

He grabbed Harry's chin. "You will open your moth and if you even think to bite I promise you will not be able to move for a month."

Harry was fighting the tears."Please stop this. Please."

His Uncle just laughed and thrust inside the open mouth. He had to brace himself against his Uncle's legs as the man continued to thrust inside of his mouth. He had realized recently he was gay but he had never been with a man before. He closed his eyes and desperately prayed it would end. His Uncle plugged his nose as he exploded into his nephew's mouth forcing Harry to swallow to stop from choking.

Vernon yanked on his hair. "Clean me up you little bastard."

Harry was forced to lick him clean but when he was draw to his feet his Uncle forced his pants and boxers off Harry. "No. No. Please no."

His Uncle groped him. "I have enjoyed your nice little cock when you slept since you were little but I think it is time for your ass. Down on your hands and knees."

Sobbing with the realization his Uncle had been molesting him as he slept since he was little; Harry was back handed across the face and fell to the mattress. When his Uncle took the discarded belt and began thrashing Harry's already broken body after ripping his pyjama top off, Harry sobbed for him to stop. He drew in pain and terror to his hands and knees and the sobs turned into humiliated crying as his knees were forced apart and he felt Vaseline covered finger shoved in him.

His Uncle took such pleasure in his sobs for him to stop. "You should be lucky my little bitch that I am using some lube at all. Now hold your tongue."

Harry felt the finger removed and knew what came next. "No."

His Uncle had no ears for his cries for mercy and drove into his nephew in one shift thrust right up to the hilt. Harry sobbed in agony biting his lip for he knew if he screamed his Uncle would keep his promise. His Aunt would not protest him anyways. He just prayed that it would end soon. His Uncle emptied himself finally and came around and forced Harry to clean him off. The man was covered not only in semen but Harry's blood as well.

Suddenly the door crashed open and there was a flash of light moments after his Uncle screamed. "No."

Harry was crushed under the falling weight of his Uncle and as he was about to pass out he saw the face looming over him. "You....."