"I'm sorry uncle Vernon!" Harry whimpered as he was thrown against the wall.

"You were sitting at the table. You know what happens when you try to eat!" Vernon hissed at him.

"Please not tonight," Harry begged.

"Too late." Vernon hissed, taking off his belt.

"Not the belt! Please no! Please!" Harry cried as he tried getting away. Vernon picked him up and threw him on the bed, getting his pants off.

"Hold still, boy. Or this'll hurt a lot more."

-•-

Harry wobbled downstairs, tripping over his pants. He ran into Dudley, wincing and crying out.

"Woah! Hey, bud. What was that all about with dad?" Dudley asked as he picked him up, having Harry wince.

"wh-what do you mean?" Harry asked.

"You were really scared. Why?" Dudley asked softly as he took him to the table.

"C-cause uncle Vernon is scary," Harry whimpered.

"He doesn't seem that bad, just intimidating."

Harry nodded and shut his eyes tightly as he sat down. "Dudey-?"

"Dudley. With the L." Dudley corrected.

"Dud-dudel-"

"It's fine," Dudley chuckled softly. "What were you saying?"

"Is it bad that uncle Vernon made me hurt?" Harry asked. Dudley dropped a plate he was washing.

"Yes, very bad." He said. "Did he do anything to you?"

"Well he made hurt a lot here," he pointed to his hips and butt, then motioned to his genitals. "And a lot of hurt here when he grabbed-"

Harry saw uncle Vernon staring in the doorway with a look of pure hatred in his eyes. Harry gulped, knowing he made a terrible choice.

"Harry? What did he do to you?" Dudley asked. Harry looked back at Vernon, who made a slicing-throat motion.

"H-he," Harry gulped and liked away. "He did nothin', Dudey."