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works/378122.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Dudley_Dursley/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Dudley_Dursley, Harry_Potter, Vernon_Dursley, Petunia_Evans
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Cousin_Incest, Non_Consensual
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-03-31 Words: 2444
****** A Late Night Visitor ******
by musikurt
Summary
     Harry's always been mistreated by the Dursleys, but he never expected
     this.
Harry woke, but thought it best not to move or open his eyes. His blanket had
been tossed aside and from the cold air on his skin, he could tell his boxer
shorts had been removed. He was keenly aware there was another person in his
bed, situated between his legs which had been gently pulled slightly apart.
Harry could hear the heavy breathing of his uninvited guest - one who had been
making more frequent appearances as the summer holidays moved toward a close.
He tried his hardest not to cringe too much or make any noises as he felt two
finger slip into his arsehole. He had learned quite early on that he was
supposed to be as still and silent as possible or he would evoke the wrath of
his late night visitor. He buried his face into the pillow, trying to make his
movement as subtle as possible. This was done just in time, as the pillow
helped him mask his gasp as Dudley's cock slid inside him. Calling out for help
was something that didn't even cross Harry's mind - he had the scar on his left
shoulder to thank for that.
***
It wasn't long after the summer holidays began that Harry awoke one night to
Dudley stripping him naked in his bed. Harry had tried to overpower him, but
Dudley had proven to be the physically stronger of the two. After a few blows
to the head, Harry was so dazed that he could not do much more than lie there
on his stomach while Dudley raped him for the first time.
As he started to regain his bearings, Harry yelled for help (though he knew
there was no guarantee he would find any in the Dursley home). In an instant,
Dudley threw is body on top of him and whispered into his ear.
"You shut your whore mouth and lie still or there will be consequences."
Harry struggled to turn his head to face Dudley, but was met with a hard slap
across his face.
"Dudley--I--"
Dudley put his hand over Harry's mouth. "I told you, you good-for-nothing
little cunt. I will not warn you again."
Harry thought it was worth one more attempt and flailed his arm behind him,
hoping he could land a blow on the side of Dudley's head. Instead, Dudley
caught his arm and twisted it behind him. Harry let out a cry of pain.
"I told you to shut your mouth." Dudley leaned his face in right by Harry's ear
again. "But since you can't listen, I guess you need to be punished."
Harry winced as he felt Dudley's teeth sink into his shoulder. He hadn't
expected that to be his punishment and had been bracing for another blow to the
back of his head. Dudley continued thrusting with his teeth firmly planted in
Harry's flesh. After a few minutes, Dudley finished and pulled out of him. He
released Harry's shoulder from his mouth. He wiped his lips on Harry's boxers,
which he had retrieved from the floor beside the bed.
"Don't even try and pretend you didn't like it," Dudley muttered as he did up
his belt and left the room. Harry lay still until he heard the door latch and
the sound of Dudley's footsteps had disappeared down the hallway. Tears were
streaming down Harry's face as he rolled off the bed and curled up on the
floor.
He looked at the trunk across the room that contained all of his Hogwarts
things. The thought of summoning his wand had occurred to him, but he wondered
if he would be called before the Ministry if he had used it. He had received a
frigid reception from them the previous year and with the current political
situation, he knew they would be unlikely to believe him. And he was certain
they wouldn't hesitate to snap his wand in half and expel him. It was the
thought of spending more time in the Dursley that made him finally give in
until Dudley had finished. He pulled the blanket down from the bed and wrapped
it around himself. He didn't feel right sleeping in the bed after what had just
happened - something he was almost certain would happen again.
***
Harry kept his face buried deep in the pillow as Dudley increased the speed
with which he was thrusting into Harry. Dudley wasn't one who was incredibly
well-endowed - something Harry was at least a bit thankful for - but he had
enough to still make this a rather uncomfortable experience for Harry.
Dudley was mumbling with each thrust and Harry could barely make out what he
was saying. After a few minutes, he realized that it had something to do with
how much he knew Harry liked it. Dudley was mumbling something to the effect of
how he was still doing this even though he knew Harry enjoyed it which should
be a reason to stop since this might have been more than Harry deserved. He
caught something Dudley also said about how he knew Harry liked it because he
never complained and had given up on trying to convince anyone else that this
was actually happening.
Harry had tried to seek help from his aunt after Dudley's first attack, but he
certainly didn't get any assistance from her. He thought about the two long
scars on his back, his reward for putting faith in the people who were supposed
to be his family.
***
Petunia stared at him with a blank expression as he described the events of the
night before. He could tell she was uncomfortable, but he had no read on
whether she believed him or what she might do in response. After he finished,
she shifted in her seat and stared into the fireplace for several minutes.
Without looking at him, she stood and left the room. He waited for a bit and
then started to go upstairs.
"No, stay right there," Petunia called from the other room. "You will sit
exactly where you are until Vernon comes home."
Harry couldn't tell by the tone of her voice if he should be looking forward to
that time or dreading it. By default, therefore, he assumed that what was in
store was not going to be pleasant. Petunia clearly did not believe his story.
He had guessed this would be the outcome, but he felt it was his only chance to
put a stop to it before it became a regular occurrence.
When the door opened to signal Vernon's arrival, Harry felt his heart begin
racing. Petunia scurried to the door and pulled Vernon off into a side room for
what seemed like hours (but Harry knew it was only a few minutes). Vernon then
made his way into the sitting room with Dudley and Petunia in tow. The other
Dursleys took seats on the sofa while Vernon stood in front of Harry and glared
at him.
"Stand up, boy, that is my seat," Vernon muttered, his eyes burning into
Harry's face. Harry did as he was instructed and stood facing Vernon they had
traded places.
"My apologies, Uncle Vernon." Harry was nervous and it took a great deal of
energy to keep his voice from breaking.
"Yes, yes." Vernon cast a quick glance at Petunia before he continued. "It has
come to my attention that you have dreamed up a disgusting story about your
cousin and attempted to shock your poor aunt Petunia with this product of your
perverted little mind this afternoon."
"With all due respect, Uncle Vernon--"
"Don't you DARE try to say there is any respect in this. I don't know what you
and your perverted little friends get up to at the freaky school of yours, but
you do NOT bring that business into MY house. I will not tolerate these lies."
Vernon's face had turned as red as a cherry.
"But it's not a lie!" Harry could see Dudley grinning out of the corner of his
eye. "It happened. And I thought you should know because I demand that you do
something or I'll report it to the authorities."
Harry thought he saw a fire in Vernon's eyes before he stood from his seat.
"The authorities will put no more stock into this twisted fairy tale of yours
than I do. You will take back your lies and apologize to Dudley this instant."
"I will do no such thing." Harry took a deep breath, preparing himself for
another outburst of words from his uncle.
What happened next surprised everyone. Vernon moved faster than Harry could
ever remember seeing him move. Within seconds he had rushed past Harry,
snatched up the poker from next to the fireplace, and landed a blow across
Harry's back. Harry winced and bent forward. Before he could think of how to
react, Vernon had struck him again.
"Uncle Vernon--I--" Harry tried to ask his uncle to stop, but he just kept
hitting him. Harry could not remember the exact number of times he felt the
lash of the poker, but by the time Vernon slowed to a stop, he had fallen to
his knees. Tears were streaming down his face.
"You will take back your lies and apply to Dudley." Vernon's voice was booming,
but Harry could hear a tremble in it. He guessed that even Vernon was surprised
by what he had just done.
Harry's back felt wet, so he reached a hand back to touch his shirt. When he
pulled it back, he could see a red streak across his finger. It was at that
moment that tears started to stream down his face. He had stayed strong through
the beating he had just been given, but knowing he was bleeding made it real.
"I believe I gave you a command, boy," Vernon said, his voice a bit more
stable.
Harry turned to look at Petunia, tears still flowing. "Please," he mouthed to
her, hoping she would help him. He knew that she always displayed a resentment
toward him, but he was her sister's child and that had to count for something.
He winced as he felt another lash across his back. Petunia jumped up from her
seat and ran from the room. Harry had considered complying with Vernon's
request, even though he knew he could be lying. What he thought to be Petunia's
outrage bolstered him, however, and he resolved to stay strong until she
returned. Vernon struck him again just as Petunia reappeared in the doorway.
Harry's heart sank when he saw she was carrying a tea tray. She set the tray on
the coffee table and resumed her seat on the couch.
"Milk and sugar, Duddy?" She asked the question like there was nothing
happening in the middle of the room in front of them. Harry saw Dudley nod, his
eyes fixed on the poker as it came down on his back one more time.
Defeated, Harry knew it was time to cut his losses. "Fine," he said, slowly
rising to his feet. "I made it all up. I just wanted to get Dudley into trouble
because I'm jealous of how normal he is and how much better he is than me."
Harry was used to making false apologies and had learned exactly what Vernon
wanted to hear over the years. Harry wiped the tears from his eyes as he stared
at his uncle, waiting for some sort of a response.
Vernon dropped the poker in front of the fireplace and sat back down in his
chair. "Just sugar for me, Petunia, dear," he said, as though nothing had
happened in the preceding moments. Then he fixed his eyes on Harry. "You will
go up to your room immediately. You are not to venture downstairs again for the
next week. Dudley will bring you your meals." Harry tried to mask the cringe he
felt when Vernon said that last sentence. He turned to leave the room. "Oh, and
Harry? It would be to your benefit if I don't see you at all for the next few
days. I'm still not convinced you're truly sorry."
Harry rushed out of the room and ran up the stairs. He took off his shirt and
looked at his back in the bathroom mirror. Most of the strikes would result in
bruises, but there were a few that cut into the skin. He tried his best to
dress the wounds, but he hadn't had much experience with first aid of this
nature, so he wasn't sure the bandages were going to do much to help.
He was surprised that he didn't get a visit from Dudley that night. He had
figured that his cousin would come in and offer up a punishment of his own for
Harry. As he drifted off to sleep, he naively believed that maybe the whole
incident had scared Dudley off.
He was proven wrong the following night when he awoke to Dudley removing his
underpants. Dudley told Harry that he now knew his parents would never believe
their nephew so he was free to do whatever he wanted. He also said that he felt
his father had given Harry a sufficient punishment for talking, so he would be
afforded a free pass just this once. Then he proceeded to rape Harry for the
second time (though he did slap Harry's back several times, purposely landing
his hand across the bruises that had shown up since the night before).
***
Harry relaxed as he felt Dudley's thrusts increase in intensity. A few moments
later and he could feel Dudley's twitchy orgasm. Without a word, his cousin
climbed off the bed and left the room.
Harry rolled over and grabbed his shorts from the floor beside the bed. He
slipped them on and stared at the door to his room. He thought about the young
man who had just passed through it. His cousin had been an aggressive person
since they were young children. Dudley's parents had enabled and encouraged
Dudley's mistreatment of Harry by their own attitude toward him since he
arrived in their home. But he had never expected his cousin would be capable of
the events that had transpired over the course of the summer. Harry's only
family turned out to be a bunch of monsters, and he decided his only option was
to never see them again.
Harry looked up at the calendar on his wall. He would be leaving for Hogwarts
in less than a week. It felt like that day couldn't come soon enough. And he
didn't care what Dumbledore or anyone else said: he would never be coming back
to Privet Drive ever again...
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