I would like to dedicate this first story to the entirety of the Harry Potter fandom!

I have been reading thousands of stories over the last 6 months or so. It started out as a procrastination tool and by the time my final school exams had I had done more reading than studying. To all those missed out marks! I here by give you..... The Clock is Ticking on the Light!

Disclaimer: This is JKR's characters but the plot line belongs to me

*WARNING* THIS STORY IS GRAPHIC; INCLUDES RAPE, HET & SLASH(most probably) SEX. IF YOU ARE SQUEAMISH DON'T READ IT.

Chapter One

Harry woke to a dull thudding in the back of his head. Voldemort had been increasingly active since the fiasco at the Ministry. The green-eyed teen rolled over and glanced at Dudley's old alarm clock, which was remarkably still operational after being crushed by his punching bag, and sighed. It read 2.45am, Harry had not had much sleep since the night Sirius fell through the veil, a combination of Voldemort induced visions, planning and grief were grating on his conscious. Quietly standing up, he resigned himself to another sleepless night and collected his discarded hand-me-downs from the floor where he had dropped them a couple of hours prior.

After dressing he checked the door to his bedroom and found for the third night running that Vernon had forgone the necessity of locks on Harry's door, obviously thinking he had broken his spirit. Harry had a plan in place to get him out of his personal hell. Pulling up the loose floorboard next to his bed, Harry emptied the compartment and placed his few possessions into his Hogwarts trunk, he slipped his father's invisibility cloak out and swung it around his shoulders before creeping down the stairs, with his trunk in tow, making sure to miss the creaky one, second from the bottom. He needn't of worried, as the Dursley's snores could be clearly distinguished as they rocked the foundations of the small house on Privet Drive.

Harry carried on past the snoozing Tonks, letting loose a Snape-like sneer, that would have frightened the Auror had she been awake. Then made his way to the Park, where he spent as much time as possible to escape his Uncle. That thought made Harry grind his teeth, Dumbledore had written to the Dursley's to inform them of Sirius's demise. The letter had arrived by owl and the Uncle Vernon had been beet red when it had landed in front of him. Although after reading its contents a malicious glee had overturned his puggy face, making Harry very apprehensive. He had thrown his nephew into Dudley's second bedroom and locked the door, a week passed before food was pushed through the cat flap. That same afternoon Petunia took Dudley out to the shopping centre, once they were gone the locks clicked open and the great girth of Vernon Dursley pushed its way into the tiny bedroom.

"It's just you and me now, boy. You thought you could threaten me with your good for nothing godfather, but he has left you too. And that wand wont be much good either, your Headmaster's letter informed us that you risked expulsion if you did any funny stuff." Vernon sneered, "Now boy you will earn your place in this house."

It was after that statement that Harry noticed Vernon's sausage fingers fumbling with his trouser zip. His eyes widen and in his delirious state he tried to scramble away into the far corner of his mouldy mattress. As the fifteen year old boy fell back down onto the mattress his Uncle let loose a manic laugh.

"You're not leaving this room until I'm through boy." And with a leer Vernon yanked down the boxer shorts Harry was wearing. Harry cringed and tried to kick Uncle Vernon away but didn't have the strength. Though his attempt caused Vernon to become infuriated and earned the green-eyed teen a forceful backhand across the face. Harry cried out in pain and held his now bleeding nose as Vernon divested himself of his trousers.

The scared teen was now whimpering, "please Uncle Vernon, no, no, please!"

"'Please', Vernon mocked Harry, "oh yes you freak, I knew you wanted it, I bet that is why you loved your godfather so much, he made you his little whore. And you like it don't you Freak."

"No, no Uncle. Don't do it Uncle, please no!" His Uncle leered at him once more before flipping the skinny boy over and without warning thrusting into him. Harry cried out in pain and tears began to leak out of his gleaming eyes. Crying hard he tried to reason with his Uncle, "Stop, don't do it, stop, please, stop!"

When Vernon had thrust into Harry's ass he let out a strangled cry of pure pleasure, and to Harry, his excitement only seemed to heighten with his nephew's tortured howl. Harry tried to struggle but the combined starvation and weight of his Uncle, squished any hope of escape. He just hoped his cries would alert the Order member watching his house.

Vernon lent down and whispered into Harry's ear, "the Headmaster also said I could punish you however I wanted." Before pulling almost completely out and jamming his cock into the hilt with as much force as he could muster. With that Harry's last defences collapsed, he stopped struggling and lay on the bed crying as his Uncle pumped into and out of his aching muscles. He didn't respond to Vernon's hand beating down on his back in an attempt to get a response out of 'the freak', and he was still sobbing after Vernon released his seed deep inside the teen and collapsed on top of him. And he was still sobbing when Vernon pulled out and wiped his flaccid cock on the bed sheets, said, "Nobody cares for you whore" and walked out, relocking the door.

Every afternoon when Dudley and Aunt Petunia were out of the house Vernon would come into Harry's room and ravage the almost unconscious teen. Each time his Uncle Vernon left, Harry's magic would slowly start to restore his ripped entrance, heal the blue and black bruises across his back and repair his vocal chords after hours of screaming himself horse. No rescue had come from the Order and the only contact with his friends was a cheery missive from Hermione but Hedwig had left without allowing Harry to reply. Hermione was looking after her for the Summer.

Harry's limp visage seemed to be his saving grace as Vernon seemed to believe the locks were no longer needed to keep Harry prisoner. Harry had returned the last couple of days because he didn't know where he would go because if he encountered Dumbledore at Grimmauld Place, Harry would be back at Privet Drive faster than he could say Quidditch. The place also held too many memories of Sirius and he didn't want to go back to the place Sirius had hated so vehemently.

In the darkened park with his trunk, Harry flattened his hair over his scar and flagged the Knight Bus. When Stan started his spiel Harry interrupted saying, "the Leaky Cauldron Stan, there is a gallon in it if we go there immediately."

On arrival, the green-eyed teen encountered no one but Tom the innkeeper. Harry booked a room and by 5.30am had tumbled onto the bed, finally free of his sadistic Uncle. Phase one was complete and he had managed it little less than 24hours before his sixteenth birthday.

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