Disclaimer- All credit goes to J.K. Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter nor will I ever.

I have made up some OMC and I hope that they will be enjoyed as much as J.K. Rowling's characters.

Rating: M

Warnings: There is some violence, swearing, and abuse in this chapter. There will also be malexmale so don't read if you don't like.

Chapter 1

Harry woke to the screeching of his aunt. As usual. He pulled himself out of bed and stumbled out of his bedroom. When he made it to the kitchen his uncle was sitting at the table looking through the newspaper. He looked up when Harry entered.

"Boy! Get my damn breakfast! I will not tolerate laziness in this house!"

"Yes sir." Harry mumbled. He quickly moved to the stove to start cooking. As he was cracking the eggs over the pot he was hit with a sudden wave of dizziness. He put his hand to his forehead as his vision went blurry.

"Boy!"

"I'm sorry!" Harry cried, not really aware of what he was doing. Which is why when he walked past the table to put his uncles food in front of him he didn't see Dudley's foot and tripped. The food went flying out of Harry's hands and landed in Vernon's lap while Harry landed with a hard crash to the floor. Vernon's face reddened as he stood from his chair.

"Get your damn ass to your room!" Harry quickly ran out of the kitchen his uncle following behind. Harry stood against the wall praying that his punishment wouldn't be too bad. Vernon walked in the room and locked the door behind him.

"On your knees freak." Harry obediently fell to his knees and clenched his teeth not really sure what he was going to receive. He understood when he heard his uncle undoing his belt.

Vernon brought the belt down on Harry's back. The leather tore through his skin. Harry clenched his teeth holding in his agony. Vernon slapped the belt down again. This time it was hard enough that Harry jolted from the force of the belt hitting his back. Then the belt hit his back again.

Harry lost track how many times his uncle hit him with his belt. He was hardly aware of anything. Halfway through the beating he had collapsed unable to hold his own weight against the brute force of his uncle. He waited until his uncle left the room and shakily moved to the bed. Harry stared at the wall praying with everything that he had that he would be able to get away from this hellish life.

Harry woke to pounding on his door. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. He would never find peace as long as his uncle was around to torment him. When the pounding came again he forced himself to get out of bed and go down to the kitchen and frowned. Uncle Vernon was absent from the table.

"Aunt Petunia where is Uncle Vernon?"

"He had to go to work early today. You'd better get started on your chores before he gets home." She handed him a list and left the kitchen.

Do all the laundry in the house

Clean Dudley's room

Clean front room

Vacuum all carpet areas

Clean garage

Paint the fence

Reorganize kitchen

Mow the lawn

Water the garden

Make dinner

Prepare the guest room for Marge

-Because of your misbehavior last night you will not receive lunch or dinner. All of these chores better be done by the time I get home or you will be punished severely.

Harry looked at the list in despair. There was no way he could get all of this done before his uncle came home. He sighed and got started.

Harry looked up from where he had been painting the fence. Uncle Vernon's car had pulled into the driveway. His heart sinking he looked at the other half of the fence he still had to paint.

"Boy! Get your lazy ass in here!" Harry scrambled to obey, fear making his steps faster. He stepped inside to face his uncle. However he missed the figure shrouded in darkness behind a tree at the edge of the lawn.

Tristan watched as the fat man beat the child. His jaw clenched. He was going to save the child. A child that was important to him and the future of his kingdom. The child was his consort and he was going to save him.

Harry stared at his uncle terrified of what was going to happen. From his position on the floor he could see a stranger standing outside and glaring at his uncle. Harry tried to look away so his uncle didn't see the stranger but his uncle caught on.

"What are you looking at you damn brat?" Vernon reared back to slap Harry when his hand was caught. Tristan quickly subdued Vernon and knelt next to Harry's shaking form. He tenderly placed his hand on Harry's cheek and was not surprised when Harry flinched.

"Oh Harry I am so sorry I didn't look for you sooner." Tristan cried as he pulled Harry's small body to his chest. Harry looked up, hesitantly, at him.

"What do you mean?"

"My name is Tristan. I am a Prince and you are my consort."

"Really?" Harry asked immediately blushing when Tristan smiled at him.

"Yes. You ready to go?"

"Yeah." Harry began to push himself up but fell back into Tristan's arms with a gasp as his injuries protested to his movement.

"Damn! I'm sorry Harry I forgot. Let me heal you." Tristan placed his hand on Harry's injured back and focused his power into the injuries. To Harry's surprise the wounds instantly disappeared. Harry looked up at Tristan with glistening eyes.

"Thank you so much!" Harry surprised himself when he launched himself forward into Tristan's arms. The warm arms immediately came around him and held him close.

"I'm going to take you home Harry." Harry held on tight as Tristan apparated them out of the Dursley household and into a small cabin. Tristan refused to set Harry down and carried him all the way to the bedroom.

"This room is yours. I have the one across the hall so call if you need anything." Harry nodded absentmindedly as he explored his surroundings. Finally when it was around midnight Harry decided to go to bed. He burrowed into the warm covers and fell asleep.