The Road to Heaven Reviews by Huskywalker

The road to Heaven » reviews by HuskyWalker

Being paralyzed from waist down, and ending in the Malfoys' care was not how Harry Potter expected his summer to go. And why are people telling him that dark does not mean evil? Slash HP/LV

Harry Potter - Rated: M - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 21 - Words: 156,945 - Reviews: 1112 - Updated: 5-15-12 - Published: 12-27-11 - Harry P. & Voldemort

Warnings: Gore, attempted rape, killing, groping, bashing of characters Dumbledore, Ron and others, SLASH/GAY/HET relationships, sex/intercourse, blood play, mature concepts, mature material, dominance-plays, magic during sex, genocide, betrayal, mental/physical torture, castration, bondage.

Just know that the warnings can happen, but I am not sure if it all will b included, but now you can consider yourself warned.

Beta: angelhitomie

Harry Potter was the only human being at the playground at the late June evening. Despite it being a rather cool summer the fifteen year old boy was dressed in trousers and a T-shirt, both things five times too big for him, covered with holes and dirty from a day's work in his aunt's and uncle's garden.

The clothes helped with hiding his lithe and too thin frame and the bruises which were in various states of healing. Some were from the day had had arrived home from boarding school, while others, like the ones around his neck, were from this very morning where he had accidentally burned the bacon.

Swinging back and forth on the old swing, the only still whole at the old playground, Harry laid his head back and stared up at the darkening sky. Startlingly green, almond shaped eyes were hidden behind hideous looking, round rimmed glasses. The untidy jet black hair moved in the cold wind, sending shivers down his spine and revealing a lighting formed scar on his forehead. He had gotten it the night his parents, James and Lily Potter nee Evans had been murdered by Voldemort, a dark lord. Sometime the next night Harry had been abandoned outside his muggle relatives' door.

He supposed that he would soon have to head back to Privet Drive nr. 4 unless he wanted to spend another night locked out of the house. Especially since no one else would let him stay with them in fear that he would kill them all and then run off with their valuable goods in the middle of the night.

Harry snorted at the thought; it was not like he was in a condition to running a lot. Hard labour and next to no food tended to do that to one.

He was only too aware of the lies his family had spread about him and there was nothing he could do about it. Still Harry could not help but wonder what would happen if people found out that he for a fact did not attend St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys but was a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Aunt Petunia, his mother's sister, would probably shriek about having her perfect image of a perfect family destroyed by a freak. After living with the family for roughly fourteen years Harry had learned that his aunt had a voice which could make one's eardrums burst and she seemed to like using it at him. Perhaps she hoped that if he could not hear he would be unable to use magic.

Uncle Vernon, Petunia's husband, would undoubtedly beat him until he saw stars. And when the obese man ran out of breath he would let his even fatter son take over until Harry was nothing more than a bloody mess.

Taking all things into accord Harry decided that revealing the truth would simply not be worth the troubles it would cause. Besides, such a stunt would effectively get him kicked out of school and his wand would be snapped. Then he would have absolutely no means of defending himself against Voldemort. "Not that it would matter anyway. Might as well put up a sign: Underage wizard proclaimed hero of the Wizarding world is wandering around outside the bloody blood wards which are supposed to protect him from all harm bare the one delivered from his relatives, catch me if you can." A thoughtful expression clouded his face for a short moment. "Maybe I should send them a map along with the address, just so they do not turn up at the wrong house. I would hate for all their hard work to get wasted."

The talking made his throat scratch painfully; signalling that uncle Vernon had done more damage than just the bruises on his skin. Harry rubbed his neck, even if he healed faster than a muggle the damage would take time to heal.

Stars had started coming into view at the sky and Harry found himself mesmerized by the sight. His godfather, Sirius Black, had been named after the stars, which seemed to be a tradition inside the Black family. Unfortunately Sirius had died because of a stupidity from Harry's side. Harry had rushed to the ministry in the belief that Voldemort was holding his godfather as a hostage there and was torturing the Black lord.

But when Harry, together with some of his friends from school, had gotten into the ministry there had been a noticeable lack of Sirius and Voldemort. Instead he had found a prophecy which had stated that he and Voldemort were destined to kill each other. That had also been the night where he had lost Sirius and thereby his only way away from the Dursleys.

Shaking his head Harry pushed the thought to the side. Sirius was dead and although he had loved his godfather he knew that he could not allow himself to sink into depression. Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, had made it clear that he had to kill Voldemort. The problem was that Harry had no idea about how to do so and instead of training him Dumbledore had sent him back to the Dursleys, who had already been informed of his godfather's death so they could help him through his grief.

Sliding down from the sling Harry grimaced when he felt sand come into his shoes, which were only held together with duct tape. He wiped the tears away before starting to walk back to what he liked to call his personal prison and hell on earth. Harry was by no way a religious person but if a hell existed it would probably be like the Dursleys' household. It was just a shame that he had yet to find out what heaven would be like.

He was a street away from the playground when a car pulled up by his side. Harry only need to look at it shortly to realise that it was his uncle's car and Harry brow furrowed. His aunt and uncle were habitual people and by this time they would usually be watching the television. There was no explanation to why the car should not be in the driveway right now.

Harry had half in mind to start running when two of Dudley's friends stepped out from the car. One from the passenger seat and one from the back. Both boys were in Harry's age both a lot bigger. Even Piers Polkiss, a rat faced boy who usually held people's arms behind their back so Dudley could hit them, made Harry look small compared to him.

Harry had no good experience with Dudley and the two boys, or anyone from Dudley's gang. Harry took a step backwards. He already knew that there was no way to talk his way out of the situation. He had given up that tactic a long time ago.

His movements were enough to set the two other boys in motion. Malcolm lurched straight at him and effectively caught Harry in an iron grip before he had the chance to utter even a single sound in protest.

Shocked Harry was lifted up and thrown through the open car door where his head met the glass. Blinking a few times on the car seat Harry tried to clear his view from the stars dancing cancan in front of him.

He heard two car doors slam closed and knew that uncle Vernon would blame him if there were any marks on the car. Looking around Harry saw that Piers had taken the passenger seat while Malcolm sat in the back together with him. Green eyes nearly bulged out of their holes when Harry saw his cousin Dudley Dursley behind the steering wheel.

With his hand fumbling behind him after the door handle Harry decided that he would rather take his chances with jumping out of a moving car rather than staying with Dudley behind the wheel. Especially considering that Dudley would not be taking his driving license before the next year.

Finding the door behind him locked Harry groaned, effectively gaining the attention of the three other boys in the car. "Well, Potty, we saw you walk all lonesome and I decided to pick you up. Are you not grateful?" Although Harry could not see his cousin's face he still saw the grins which the two other spotted. It would not surprise him if they had actually been waiting for him.

"Big D, does your cousin not go to that school for incurable criminal boys?" Piers piped up from his seat. "Yes, so you better let me go. This year I was nearly expelled because I beat up a pro- teacher with my shoelaces because he gave me a bad grade. The guy has yet to get out of hospital." Harry said, silently pleading that they would be scared enough to let him go. Harry did not mind getting locked out for the rest of the summer if it meant that he could get away from the three boys.

"You know, one of my cousins taught at that school. He told me that they did a lot of things to teach the students how to show respect and gratitude. It is one of the funny things about an all boys' school, without any girls there someone has to take it, if you understand what I mean."

Harry leaned into the door to get away from the boy who was moving closer to him. Piers was half turned in his seat to watch the show while Dudley was concentrating on keeping the car on the road. "Dude, you cannot be serious. I mean he is a boy, how is it supposed to work?" For the first time Harry was thankful for Dudley opening his mouth for something else than eating. Unfortunately it did nothing to stern Malcolm away from him. The boy was pressing his bigger and heavier body against Harry, effectively trapping the Boy Who Lived, while he spoke. "So what? He has a hole and I am sure that he is used to have it filled. I mean with looks like his he is easily mistaken as a girl all the time. And it is not like we have anything better to do anyway."

With those words Malcolm grabbed a handful of Harry's hair, yanking the much smaller boy so he ended across the other's lap. Yelping in pain the petite looking boy started to try to fight. "Do not touch me. I swear that you are going to regret it. Let go of me you big oaf. Dudley make him let go off of me or I am going to use it." Despite his yelling both he and Dudley knew that Harry was not allowed to use magic outside school unless he wanted to be expelled.

A punch in the back of his head silenced Harry and he lay limp across the other boy's lap. "That is better. I like it when they struggles, but you are simply too loud. Now be a good boy and stay quite. One would almost think that you have never done this before."

Harry tensed at the words, but it could also be because his too big jeans were yanked down around his knees, hindering his movements even further. Through the throbbing in his head Harry felt his face heat in embarrassment. It was hardly his fault that he had been too busy with surviving to actually enjoy his life.

Feeling a hand on his rear Harry felt his face turn redder than it already was. "Well, look at this, we have caught a real slut. He is not even wearing undergarments. He was probably hoping that something like this would happen." Harry closed his eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of the hand spreading his cheeks. The other hand rested between his shoulder blades, keeping him in place. It was hardly his fault that he had only been given Dudley's hand me down clothes. And Harry refused to use his cousin's used undergarments.

A sob tore through his body when Harry felt a cold finger probe his hole. "I bet you have been taught to play the unwilling virgin. Do not worry, once we are finished, everybody will know just how much of a slut you actually are."

Harry continued to try and squirm away and he screamed when he felt a finger push through the ring of muscles. "What is going on back there? I want to see." Dudley let go off the wheel and turned around, taking his eyes off the road.

The sound of screeching brakes and fearful screams mixing with his own. And Harry felt the finger be ripping away while he himself felt like he was flying. He clashed with the passenger seat and fell, noticing that the car was still moving.

Harry groaned, and although he knew that he was probably supposed to stay awake until help came, he found himself unable to keep his eyes open.

As the darkness took over, Harry wondered if he would be lucky and see his parents and Sirius waiting for him.

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When he opened his eyes again Harry's world was one blur of colours. It seemed like his glasses were missing, thus leaving him unable to see anything unless it was right in front of his face, he realised that he was lying face down with his nose pressed against something which irritated the skin. He could hear someone nearby swear and then start talking. He tried to push himself up from his position but a firm hand on his chest pushed him back down.

His brain was trying to catch up with what had happened. It was summer so it meant that it could not be something magical unless Voldemort and his life munchers had managed to find out where he was. Harry snickered despite the pain he felt and wondered how the dark lord and his merry gang would react if he called them by the name the next time they met.

It meant that the pain he felt had something to do with the Dursleys but uncle Vernon would usually not beat him to the point where Harry was unable to fulfill his chores. Realising what had happened Harry sucked in a breath. An action he quickly regretted as he let out a pained whimper.

"Stay down, do not move your head or anything else." A voice sounded, this time he was able to hear every word that was said. Remembering what had happened earlier Harry let his instinct of fleeing take over. But every time he tried to get up he was gently pushed back to the ground again.