Good For Something
Of all the fic I've written, whether it's been posted or not, I think this is the most fucked up piece I've ever done. It squicks the hell out of me too... This is honestly the type of fic I've seen that gives me nightmares. You've been majorly forewarned.
Title: Good for Something
Rating: R (see warnings for reasoning)
Pairing: Harry Potter/Petunia Dursley
Warnings: implied child abuse of the sexual nature, implied incest, generally fucked up content, implied extreme chan
Word Count: 185
Good for Something
“You’ll be good for something if you must stay here.”
Aunt Petunia had told Harry that a long time ago, back when he was still very small. He never forgot her words, as he knew she meant them. He was taught how to cook, or at least how to not burn the eggs, how to clean the floor, or at least mop so it was good enough for Vernon, and how to stay out of Petunia’s way, or at least how to avoid conversation. Conversation could lead to questions, and questions were not allowed.
Which was probably why Harry didn’t notice that anything about his situation was that wrong until after he came back from his first year at Hogwarts. The first night he was back, she came to his cupboard room, eyes and face blank. He said no, for the first time. Then he asked her why. He was given a week in his cupboard for that. Petunia never answered him, but he figured out why on his own. After all, he’d have to be good at something if he had to stay there.
FIN
Title: Good for Something
Rating: R (see warnings for reasoning)
Pairing: Harry Potter/Petunia Dursley
Warnings: implied child abuse of the sexual nature, implied incest, generally fucked up content, implied extreme chan
Word Count: 185
Good for Something
“You’ll be good for something if you must stay here.”
Aunt Petunia had told Harry that a long time ago, back when he was still very small. He never forgot her words, as he knew she meant them. He was taught how to cook, or at least how to not burn the eggs, how to clean the floor, or at least mop so it was good enough for Vernon, and how to stay out of Petunia’s way, or at least how to avoid conversation. Conversation could lead to questions, and questions were not allowed.
Which was probably why Harry didn’t notice that anything about his situation was that wrong until after he came back from his first year at Hogwarts. The first night he was back, she came to his cupboard room, eyes and face blank. He said no, for the first time. Then he asked her why. He was given a week in his cupboard for that. Petunia never answered him, but he figured out why on his own. After all, he’d have to be good at something if he had to stay there.
FIN