Reapers and Boogeyman

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'Thoughts'

(Harry- Age 5)

"Boy!"

"Y-Yes un-uncle Vernon?"

"Come here! Now!"

"Y-Yes sir." Harry trembled as he walker over to the larger male.

He gave him a large list. "These are chores. They better be done by the time I get back or else."

"Y-Yes sir."

"Useless freak." He muttered and went to work.

Harry began his chores. He never noticed the pair of golden eyes watching from the shadows. He just did his best to finish the long list of chores.

"BOY!"

"Y-Yes aunt P-petunia?"

"Go make me and Dudley some lunch."

"Yes ma'am."

"I want a salad and a chicken breast. Dudley wants chicken nuggets, fries, a burger, and pudding."

"Yes ma'am."

Harry made them their lunch. Once he finished he returned to his chores. He ignored his stomach. Unfortunately he didn't finish the list in time. He was beaten and sent to his cupboard without dinner.

(Harry- Age 7)

"YOU BURNED OUR FOOD YOU USELESS FREAK." Vernon screamed at the terrified seven year old.

"I'm s-sorry!"

"You did it on purpose."

"N-no! U d-didn't. I swear."

"You did!"

"No-"

"Shut up!" He smacked him across the face. The force knocked him to the floor.

"Not near the windows, Vernon."

"You're right dear."

"I put plastic wrap on the basement floor."

"Good idea Pet."

"Thank you. Get going boy!"

"Y-Yes ma'am."

Harry shakily stood and went down the basement stairs. His uncle followed. He locked the door before he looked around. He smiled gleefully.

"Your aunt did a wonderful job." He told the seven year old.

Harry shivered but stayed put. He knew better than to move. His uncle examined the room closely. Harry hated his aunt in that moment. Unfortunately there was nothing that could be done.

"Come here boy!"

"Y-Yes s-sir."

Harry went over to him. His uncle grabbed him then hung him up on a wall. He tore of Harry's clothes. Vernon put a ball gag in the child's mouth. Finally he picked up a whip.

"This will be fun."

'Please no!' Harry mentally pleaded.

"Brace yourself boy."

With a flick of his wrist the whip came down on his chest. The gag in his mouth muffled his cry of pain. His uncle seemed to enjoy causing his nephew so much pain.

"That's right cry. No one cares."

He continued until Harry began to bleed. He grinned as he dumped salt into a bucket or water. He began cleaning Harry. The salt caused Harry to be in even more pain.

'Stop. Please, oh God,please stop it.'

"I love the way you scream." He began whipping him again.

Pitch hated to see the kid in so much pain. He couldn't do anything about it. He could only watch. It made his anger at the man in the moon and the guardians grow."

"I will get revenge." He vowed.

"I should stop. After all I can't play if you break." Vernon said after an hour. He had been switching between the whip and the salt.

Harry was silent. Vernon removed the gag before he let him down. Harry stood on unsteady legs.

"Get dressed then returned to your chores."

"Yes sir."

(Harry- Age 9)

"Boy!" Harry exited the kitchen.

"Yes sir?"

"Where is your aunt?"

Harry could smell the alcohol. "At a friend's house exchanging recipes."

"I see."

"May I get you anything sir?"

"A beer."

Harry grabbed the beer from the fridge. He quickly returned to the living room. He handed it to his uncle. The man took a big swig.

"Anything else sir?"

"Is the laundry done?'

"Yes sir."

"Go get my suitcase. Put it in my room."

"Yes sir."

"Once you are done start dinner."

"Of course sir."

Harry did as told. As he cooked dinner his uncle packed. Soon Petunia and Dudley returned. The dinner was served and Vernon shared the news.

"Tomorrow I will be going to America for business."

"That's wonderful dear."

"It is. I'll be fine for a month."

"I see. Well don't worry. I'll make sure he behaves."

"Good, good."

(After Vernon Leaves)

"Aunt Petunia?"

"What?"

"I finished the dishes and cleaned the kitchen."

"Good."

"Do you require anything else?"

"Yes. Go to my bedroom and wait for me."

Harry was confused but did as he was told. "Yes ma'am."

He entered the bedroom and waited. After a few minutes his aunt entered. For once there was no look of disgust on her face. She was staring at him with a look he never seen before and couldn't identify.

"Strip." She ordered.

"What?"

"I want you to strip."

For the first time in two years he stuttered. "O-okay." He didn't like the look on her face.

Harry removed his clothing until he was naked. His aunt had a look of hunger on her face as she looked him up and down. She pointed to the bed.

"Go lie down."

He Dundas he was told. His aunt began to remove her own clothes. Harry figured out what was going on and was horrified. The school had given them a lesson in stranger danger and even talked about bad touches. His aunt began walking towards the bed.

"Enough!" A voice yelled startling both Harry and Petunia.

"What? Who's there?" She demanded as she covered herself up.

"The bogeyman."

A black figure appeared between the child and the women. His golden eyes glared at her. She trembled in freight. Harry stared at him in shock.

"Enough is enough. I refuse to allow this child to be abused any longer. Harry get dressed and wait for me downstairs."

"O-okay." Harry did just that.

"You can't hurt me." Petunia said pretending to be brave. "The old geezer promised me. You can't hurt me freak."

The man smirked. "Actually I can. You see I am not a wizard. I am literally the bogeyman."

She realized what he meant and paled. She remembered her freakish sister babbling about him. She said that he was real and those like him weren't govern my human nor wizarding law. They had their own and the bogeyman played to his own tune.

"No." She whimpered.

"I will let you live since you have a son but I am removing Harry from your care."

"Y-you can have him."

He glared at her. "I don't need your permission." He exited the room.

He found Harry waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. He walked over to Harry.

"Are you okay?"

"I am now." Harry whispered.

"Good. I'm taking you to a family that will take care of you."

Harry looked up at him with wide eyes. "Really?"

"Yes really." Pitch smiled.

He knew the perfect family. A couple in London wanted children but with them being two women they had gotten denied. The judge hated homosexuals. He always denied couples of the same sex and the other judges were scared of him so they also denied them. The couple decided to move away for their jobs. It was going to happen soon. Pitch planned to scare the judge into signing the papers so that they can adopt them.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes but I'm also scared."

"I know but I promise you they won't hurt you."

"You promise?"

"I promise." Pitch assured. "The minute they try I will stop them."

"Pinky promise?" Harry held up his pinky.

Pitch smiled. "I pinky promise." He linked their pinkies together.

"I'm ready."

"Good. Let's go."