DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, MUCH TO MY OWN DISPLEASURE. It belongs to the marvellously talented J K Rowling. WARNING: Scenes of sexual abuse as well as child abuse throughout the whole story. This isn't something I'm writing on a whim, I am very familiar with the feelings due to experience and research yet please do feel free to review. It will be greatly appreciated. Tata for now, friend! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Is home really where the heart is?

It was the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts. After saying all of his goodbyes, he waved gleefully to all of his friends and their families before turning around to face his own. His happy mood quickly diminished. Before him stood his uncle, aunt and cousin and they didn't look too pleased to see him. After a slow walk to them, dreading every step closer, Uncle Vernon reached out and grabbed him by the nape of the neck, intending to push him into the car but in the process making Harry hit his head on the door. Bitterly, Harry began to think to himself: and so the abuse starts.

As soon as they got home and his uncle had ordered Harry out of the car, Harry knew that he should fear his life tonight. The first few days back were always the worst as his uncle had to get used to looking at him again every morning, much to his displeasure. His punishment for Harry because of this fact often ended up with a swift kick to the ribs to wake him up every morning and the hard hit across the head as he stumbled aimlessly out the door. However, what happened in between this process was the worst. Harry's uncle insisted on being in the room as Harry was getting dressed as he enjoyed making the boy squirm. Sometimes, more for his own pleasure than the enjoyment at Harry's own displeasure, he would begin to run his hands across Harry's body. If Harry made a sound, seconds later he'd find his uncles calloused and beefy hand coming into contact with his face. On this particular day, however, Harry had had enough.

As he begin to take his top off, his uncle standing in the doorway and hungrily watching his every move with an eagerness in his eyes, Harry felt a sudden rage build up inside him. He spun around to face his uncle, throwing a look of complete and utter disgust his way.

"I would like some privacy." Harry stated menacingly to his uncle, glaring at him hard. He saw his uncles eyes widen before growing hard with hatred.

"What did you just say to me, boy?!" He barked, the spit flying from his mouth. He took a step forward, advancing on Harry. His fist flew out and landed hard on Harry's nose. Harry heard a crack, and was faintly aware of liquid pouring out of his nose slowly, forming a puddle on the ground. He didn't need to look to know it was blood. "Huh?! Answer me! I said, what did you say to me?!" Pulling his hand back, Uncle Vernon stared hatefully into the bright green eyes of his nephew. If looks could kill... Swinging his hand around, he felt Harry's head crash dangerously into the wall as he was forced from the impact of his uncle's slap. He prayed to God for an oblivion. Clasping the side of his head and feeling the blood seep through his fingers, he watched as his uncle got closer and closer. Lifting him up by his collar, he pulled the boy until they were face to face, and Harry could smell the strong stench of whiskey on his uncle's breath. "Now you listen to me boy. I've had enough of you. I've had enough of you trying to ruin my family. I've had enough of your threats, and I've had enough of your bloody existence! But whilst you live under my roof, you are going to be claimed as mine! I shall do with you as I wish, and if you want to breathe another breath, you will not tell anybody! Do you hear me?!" Vernon yelled, causing Harry to flinch inwardly. He felt sick. He couldn't speak, but he knew if he didn't, he'd get it worse than if he just spoke. Quietly, he obeyed and did exactly what his uncle wanted him to do.

"Yes sir..." Though it was laced with hatred, it was exactly what Vernon wanted to hear. He smirked, and Harry could see the beginning effects of the alcohol on the older man's teeth.

"Take off your pants boy." Harry stood, frozen. What? Looking at his uncle, trying to keep the startled expression from his face, Harry obviously failed as his uncle growled at him, "take them off", emphasising each syllable. Slowly, Harry reached down and undid his button. For his deliberate slowness, he got a whack around the head as his uncle hissed from in between his clenched teeth to hurry. One button, two button. Then, he grabbed hold of his zip, intending to pull it down slowly until he found his uncle's beefy hand enclosing over his, clasping tightly enough that Harry could hear his bones rubbing together. He groaned with pain. "Ooh, do you like that, boy, then? Do you?" Mistaking Harry's groan for something else, Vernon quickly pulled the zip down with Harry's hand still on it, crushing it still. Gripping his jeans tightly, Vernon pulled Harry's pants down until they lay around his ankles, preventing him from running. Vernon saw what he wanted to see. "Oh, so you're not aroused by me then, boy? Am I too normal for you? Am I not a freak? Well it's a good thing I'm the only one here to be pleasured." Quickly and eagerly pulling his own trousers down, he took out his member and grasped it firmly. "Prepare to pay, boy."

Harry was frightened. His uncle had never done this before, and Harry had the distinct fear that he was going to rape him. But no, even his uncle wouldn't do that to him, would he? Harry thought to himself, as Vernon ordered him to turn around. He quickly obeyed, not wanting another smack. He already felt faint as it was, and the blood was now trickling down his face and from his nose at a frightening speed. He didn't feel too well. Behind his back, he heard his uncle harsh breath that gradually got quicker and harder, proving his arousal at having the boy in such a state. He felt something warm at the tip of his backside, and shivered violently as he began to comprehend that his uncle meant business. Before he even knew it, his uncle had penetrated his innocence. Harry bit back the scream, and yet again felt more blood trickle down his face, this time from his mouth. The pain was too much, and he felt himself black out almost seconds after his uncle drew out and pounded back into him again.

When he woke, he found himself on his bedroom floor. The door was locked from the outside, and there was a strong smell in the room. Looking down, Harry found himself laying in a puddle of his own puke and blood. He was repulsed. He tried standing up, but a pain shot through his ribs and across his whole body. Dammit, he hissed through clenched teeth. He fell back to the floor. Decided that dragging was the best option, he began to pull himself towards his bed. His head felt strange, like someone had been pounded on it with a hammer until finally, his skull had cracked. And he had the headache from bloody hell. He groaned. This was just the start to his summer.

A/N: So, guys, what d'ya think for the first chapter? Got a review? Just click that button, write it down and post it! I'll take into consideration every review, and don't refrain in being negative but please don't be harsh. Tata for now!