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A year after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter married his best friend's sister, Ginevra (Ginny) Weasley. As Harry hadn't known that he had more vaults than he owned, Ginny had taken over his vaults as the Marriage Contract stated. He had already allowed the goblins to take the money needed for the damage that had happened before the battle had begun with the dragon.

With Harry's home life with his wife, neither shared a bed as Ginny didn't want Harry's boney frame in the bed so she decided to make him relive his childhood at the Dursleys. She had forced him to sleep in the small pantry the muggles would put their bags of crisps, bags of potatoes and cans of food. A metal collar wrapped around his neck, a chain connecting the collar to the wall so the only person who can let harry free is Ginny herself. She didn't want Harry trying to escape his room in the middle of the night to steal food. The entire house was run on magic completely except the pantry and kitchen, seeing as she prefered Harry cooking the muggle way.

Harry was at Auror Training when Gawain Robards had noticed Harry's tired appearance. "Potter! Go bed early and wake up early! You can't stay up at night doing whatever you want!" If only the man knew what Harry had to live through. The Boy-Who-Lived-Twice glared at the practice dummy and sent many spells at it, imagining it as the Head Auror. The man pushed Harry to get better at duelling, arresting criminals and rescuing hostages if anyone was sick enough to do that.

While Harry was at work, Ginny would go out into the muggle world and go into a whore house where men had taken her to bed with them and give them the best night of their lives while obliviating their memories of ever meeting her if she didn't have training for the Holyhead Harpies.

Over the years, Harry's self-esteem lowered drastically, believing Ginny's words of him being a 'weak boy', 'worthless', a 'burden', a 'freak'. He worked harder at the ministry to show that he cared about his job, he worked harder at home to make sure that whatever he did was perfect for Ginny and whatever 'friend' she brought over for dinner. If Harry messed up, his wife would slap, whip, cut, starve (like, not let him have the scraps), kick and punch him, spit and step on him and chain him up.

When Harry went out in public, he would put a glamour on himself to hide his malnourished frame, scars from both Ginny and his relatives and his tired looks. Throughout July in two-thousand and three, Ginny put Harry under liquid rape that she had found raiding one of her male prostitutes' rooms while he was under a Stupefy and an Obliviate. She let Harry lay on his back with his collar around his neck while she used her toys on him to get him hard.

She felt like having children to see if what her mother felt for her brothers and herself, she would feel too. She wanted the Potter line to continue and felt like her husband would slack off for a bit to take care of her pregnancy needs and the child's needs so she could beat him for slacking off.

As Harry lay unconscious on the cold, wooden floor of his 'room' with his collar around his neck, hands handcuffed to the chain connecting his collar to the wall, Ginny pierced his nipples with clips, put a vibrating dildo up his backside (no lube)(she knows he's bi-sexual, preferring the men from the ways he longingly looks at them in public if he doesn't think she's looking), a gag around his mouth, a cock ring around his five-inch long dick.

She sucked in a deep breath before taking his half-hard dick into her mouth to get him harder as she started to suck, bobbing her head up and down, moaning a little at the taste like she did with many others, the vibrations making him a little harder. As she got some pre-cum touching her tongue, she started to squirt. She moaned again as she licked the pre-cum off his hard dick to remove her mouth and position herself to straddle him, taking the cock ring off of him and circled it around his quivering tip a few times before putting it on her thumb.

Once lined up, feeling his twitching head brush against her dripping wet vagina, she moaned at the touch, dropping to take in his length, making her moan louder at the intake of dick. Once she got her breathing under control, Ginny started to bounce to get the friction going and more pre-cum squirting into her. She started to pant a little as she continuously bounced, making her husband cum with a force that always made Ginny moan with pleasure at the forceful liquid forming a puddle of semen in her womb.

As she slid off of her husband, she pulled out a butt plug and put it in her vagina, liking the feeling of one there while filled with semen. She liked the feeling of it sloshing around inside of her with her own orgasm. She put the handcuffs, nipple clips, gag and cock ring back in the box they belonged in, took the vibrating dildo out of his quivering hole, wanting to take more. Wanting to feel a warm body press against his back, to feel large hands on his hips, fucking him harshly and teasingly, to be full with semen that he'd feel like he'd eaten a full meal without eating anything.

Ginny pressed a kiss to Harry's lips, making a small smile on the man's lips appear. She noticed that the drug must have faded away as he rolled over to his side to shiver a little at the loss of his sewn dressing gown (blanket). Ginny decided not to give Harry a blanket but her old dressing gown that had the arms, pockets and hood cut off of them and sewn the holes shut that were made. Harry found it better than what the Dursleys had given him (a threadbare blanket with stains on it). She placed the dressing gown over him, with another kiss on his lips goodnight before she made her way to her room.

Nine months later on the nineteenth of April, two-thousand and four, James Sirius Potter was born. James for Harry's father and Sirius for Harry's Godfather that had died at Bellatrix's hand, knocking him through the veil of death. Ginny allowed Harry to name the children, seeing as she would be the one spending the most time with her son while her husband works to save the world.

Over the years, Harry had gotten skinner and more gaunt-like and more scars sprouted onto his skin. He was nothing but skin and bone. You could see where the bones joined, broke, dislocated and healed incorrectly. His thin skin outlined the organs on his body, making it harder to do most of his work without pulling a muscle or breaking another bone or dislocating a limb.

Two more children had come along the way. Albus Severus Potter (Albus for the great headmaster that had helped him know his enemy and Severus for the bravest man he had ever known) and Lily Luna Potter (Lily for his mother and Luna for the girl that understood and helped him through his pain. Also Luna was for Remus as well for the moon cycle the werewolf had to go through). Their middle child was born on the twenty-third of March, two-thousand and six and their daughter (the youngest) born on the first of September, two-thousand and eight.

As the years passed, Harry's children didn't like the way their mum was treating Harry. On one of the days Ginny was out and Harry was home because he was healing from one of the cuts he received on his arm from a stray spell from one of the Death Eaters that hadn't been caught, his children sat with him on the sofa asking him about when he was a kid. "Dad, on your chocolate frog card it said you defeated the Dark Lord?" He gave James a weak nod. "Wicked! I didn't know that you had to lie to the public to get your name on a chocolate frog card!"

He looked at his eldest son with confusion and pulled back his fringe to show the lightning bolt scar he was given at fifteen months old. His hair was long, just past his arse, seeing as Ginny never cut it or he never went to a hairdresser's to get it cut. He had to keep his hair in a bun during every mission. As he spoke in his muted ways, a piece of paper appeared in front of his lips to show what he was saying and could be taken away to look over what was said. "I did, I look weak because I don't eat a lot, but in public, I wear a glamour so people see the 'Boy-Who-Lived-To-Save-The-Wizarding-World', not the 'Boy-Who-Lived-To-Starve-To-Death'. I don't want all that pressure of fame put back on me. It's not fun but horrible!" He started to rant about having people go up to him in public to get his autograph and thank him for saving the Wizarding World and how they feel sorry for what he had to witness.

It was stupid and pathetic. "Dad, what would you do if we were sorted into a house that wasn't Gryffindor?" Albus asked cautiously.

"Nothing. The hat wanted me in Slytherin but I didn't because I was told that it was the house of the bad but now I think back on it, they're just a really big family that don't let their family business out of the common room." He said with a small smile as he thought about it.

During one of Harry's missions, a cutting curse had cut Harry's bun off and had to get a hair cut to have it look neater for work. When the children went to Hogwarts, James was sorted into Gryffindor, Albus was sorted into Slytherin and Lily was sorted into Gryffindor.

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In twenty-nineteen, Hermione thought that Harry was working too hard and gave him a day off of work to watch a musical that was put on tour. Fame: The Musical. She knew what Ginny was doing (abusing him and using his money) and she knew that Harry wasn't going to do or say anything about it. She apparated him to the theatre after transfiguring their robes into muggle clothes. The ministry had closed for the night and Hermione had gone with him because she bought two tickets, hoping that her husband would go but knew he'd be too loud so she chose her friend, Harry, knowing that he wouldn't be too loud and understand the show more than Ron would.

Throughout the show, Harry had laughed at 'Can't Keep It Down' because of Joe discussing the physical reactions that happen whenever he thinks of Carmen from dance class in a song. Hermione smiled that she managed to get Harry to laugh for once after Hogwarts because he'd been too serious and never cracked a smile or let out a laugh. He laughed again when they were rehearsing for Romeo and Juliet. Joe had a jockstrap on while in his costume for Romeo and was laughing when he saw the elastic between his arsecheeks when he turned around.

When he started to show another emotion, was when Carmen came back. "We're a class act. I say we wear tuxedos." Schlomo decided. The music majors were in the school ally way, deciding what they should wear.

"We're a rock band, not a symphony orchestra." Lambchops points out.

"No, Lamb." He denied."I'm not talkin' penguin suits. I'm talkin' real sharp - burgundy velvet, with leopard skin lapels."

"Oh, I get it - kinda like teenage Liberace." Goody points out and they start arguing over what they would look best in.

Carmen steps out of the shadows from the back of the stage looking like she's been through hell. Her dark hair had a dark hat on her head, no make-up on her face (making her look ill), torn jeans, a jacket to cover her thin frame and a black and white striped tank top. "So... I heard you guys were talkin' a record deal -" Carmen started, a weak almost urgent tone to her voice.

Schlomo recognises the voice and turns around to see a completely different version of the girl he once knew. "Carmen! Is that you?" He asks, shocked at the change his girlfriend went through.

"- and that you're going to Julliard." She finished, not bothered by the disruption.

"Carmen! When did you get back?" He walks over to her but she backs up a bit.

"Couple a weeks ago." She admits. "Thought I'd stop by - see if you found a new singer?" She makes her way over to Lambchops and Goody.

"Our manager set us up with someone else," Lambchops admits, a little sad that she had to admit that to her peer.

"Of course, she's not as good as you." Schlomo tries to lighten up the mood a little, walking over to her. "But then, there's only one Carmen Diaz."

She gave a weak smile. "You got that right." She puts her hand in the air weakly. "Three times the talent and ten times the fun."

Mable and Joe enter from stage right with their arms around each other. "So what about my warm-up? You think I should do it straight, or with a twist?" He asks his girlfriend as Carmen puts her hand down slowly.

"Who are you kidding? A twisted guy like you can't do anything straight." She puts her red scarf around his neck and he pulls her closer so he can kiss her lips.

They cuddle and turn to the others on the stage. "Hey Joe, Mable, look who's here." He indicates to the ill-looking Latina on the stage in a saddened/relieved manner.

The couple looks at her in disbelief. "Carmen? Jesus, I almost didn't recognise you." She ran over to Carmen to give her a quick hug.

They made their way over to her. "You're not good. What's wrong with you?" He asked in Spanish, worried about what made her look this way.

"Nothing. I'm fine. I just lost a little weight." She admits, a little bit afraid that they would bother her about it. Mable looks at Carmen's stomach and sees that it's not just a little weight that has gone but a lot.

Mabel decides to cheer up the mood a bit. "Girl, what you need is the seafood diet." She admits as Carmen wraps the jacket around herself, self-conscious about her weight. "I see food and... I... eat..." She decided it was awkward and stops.

Lambchops decided it was best to change the mood. "So... how was L.A.? Did you meet any movie stars?" Music starts up.

"Oh, sure." She admits, looking off into the distance. "The town's crawlin' with 'em. And you can read the names ff the dead ones on the pavement... up and down Hollywood Boulevard... up and down the boulevard of broken dreams." She starts to sing 'In L.A.'.

Goody points at his wristwatch as Carmen stops. "Lambchops... Tick tock." He gives a guilty look towards Carmen.

Lambchops realises that they'll be late and jumps out of her shock. "Sorry, Carmen. Uh... we gotta go. We got finals."

"No problem. It was good seeing you guys.

"Bye, girl." He kisses his middle and index finger. He turns to leave but turns back remembering that he had another thing to say. "Hey, if you get a chance, come check me out at the Comedy Club." He points at her. "Mondays."

"You take care, girl. And don't forget to eat." Mabel recommended, not wanting her friend to starve.

The four wait for Schlomo but he lets them leave without him. "Go ahead, I'll catch up with you later." They leave, leaving only Carmen and Schlomo on the stage. "So, if your dream was coming true, why'd you come back?" He asks and she started to sing again. Singing about all of the downsides of living in L.A. and how she had to sell herself to get the money she needed. Her hat's taken off and stuffed in her pocket and gets out the daze and has a little meltdown. He's down-hearted at what he's heard. "Carmen, are you gonna be okay?"

"Hey, what's to worry. I'm a survivor. But right now, I could use some cash." The starved female asked hopefully to her boyfriend, maybe ex-boyfriend for how long they were separated.

Schlomo reaches into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash. "No problem. My dad gave me fifty for my birthday..."

She takes it from him, counting the notes. "Thanks, I promise I will pay you back." She stuffs the money in her pocket and walks to the back of the stage but stops at Schlomo's voice.

"Listen, Carmen, if you ever need anything, any time, day or night, you call okay? 'Cause I'll always be here for you."

"Thanks," She walks over to him. "Schlomo, you're the best." She fiddles with the unbuttoned part of his shirt, gazing into his eyes, a drunk smile on her face.

"I love you, Carmen." He walks back a bit. "Don't ever forget that. Don't ever forget that." He's close to tears and goes off stage, knowing he's going to get in trouble if he's late. Harry was silently crying because he couldn't believe that this kind of stuff happened in a place where people's 'dreams' came true even though dreams never do come true. Carmen tries to follow him but stops herself, not wanting to be seen by the staff, and finishes the song.

She goes over to a drug dealer after picking up her jacket that she had taken off to show the audience what drugs can do to oneself and pays for what she wanted and leaves, covering the small bag of drugs under her jacket that was resting over her arm.

Nearing the end of the musical, a little piano tune had started to play out and Harry was already tearing up. The lights shined on Schlomo in graduation robes. "Ladies and gentlemen, the lyrics to our senior song were written by a very talented student - Carmen Diaz. Unfortunately, Carmen is no longer with us. She died a month ago today... of a drug overdose." He makes his way over to the piano and puts the little piece of paper Carmen had written the lyrics on onto the piano stand. He looks up and says. "This is for you, Carmen." He starts to play the piano. "We'll always remember your name." He carries on playing into the song and starts to sing 'Bring On Tomorrow (Reprise)' with the rest of the cast joining in to sing the final number.

Harry was crying fully as the song ended. As they left the theatre, Harry had hugged Hermione, thanking her for making him watch it and take a break and gave a small and weak 'thank you' into her ear even though it hurt his throat.

-o-

During James' final year at Hogwarts, Muggles figured out that magic was real and another war. Ginny was the first to go out of the Potter and Weasley family. She was found in Diagon Ally with her limbs hanging from each other by strands of metal in the air between Slug and Jiggers and Ollivanders. Her hands and feet were tied, gorilla glued and drilled to the roof of the shops so she stayed in place.

Molly had gone into hysterics about Harry not protecting her properly which had set Harry off to remove his glamours and show what her 'lovely' daughter had made him live through. She said it was just what he had gone through as an Auror but his children had backed him up saying that it was what Ginny had done to him when he was caring for the house and garden.

-o-

Year 1

Harry was in one of the newly-built gas chambers that the Germans used in world war two but had them built in London. The Muggles built them so the Germans could control when they could release the gas. Every witch and wizard had a navigation chip injected in between their vertebrae in their necks like cats and dogs. Screams could be heard every day from a new magical human/creature being found and chipped. It was horrible.

He had his children cuddling into him, trying to stay warm during the winter seasons. The Russians were used to torture them and it was painful. They tried to force them to say where magical places were and where the schools were. One of them tried to get answers out of Harry but he kept up an emotionless mask as they beat him up to see if he would 'spill the beans', but he didn't.

Harry would never tell them, nor would his children and the first child born between the Potter and Weasley families had had enough. "STOP IT!" James yelled, earning a bullet to the heart. Harry's eyes filled with tears for the life of his first son, Albus had his mouth open in shock that his brother was shot right before him and Lily was on her knees trying to stop the bleeding, tears falling down her cheeks. The firstborn had tears on his face, teeth gritted and hands balled into tight fists to try and distract himself from the torment emitting from his chest.

Year 2

Harry woke in his cell with a jump. Nightmareless nights didn't exist to the Boy-Who-Lived. His dreams showed what the muggles were doing to the magical community. The Muggles had found Hogwarts as the staff made the residents of Hogsmeade take residence in the age-old castle. They set off grenades into every room from the top to the bottom, loving the screams of frightened children. Half of the children had escaped by using the Floo to get somewhere safe.

All of the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, died that night along with the staff that tried to protect the students. They used charms, transfiguration, potions, plants, ingredients and the Hogwarts protection guardians that were used during the Battle of Hogwarts. Blood was splattered over the stones of the magical castle. Students, Slytherin and Hufflepuff, from Hogwarts were in the cells around him, cuddling each other for comfort and warmth.

His children's rotting bodies were slumped against the walls. They died from starvation like most of the other magical beings that were trapped in the cells. He choked back a sob from seeing the bones peeping through the split skin, dried blood on their lips from coughing up blood from stomach ulcers.

Year 3

The widowed father lay naked on his stomach with tears leaking down his face as a long thick dick was thrust sharply into his mouth, going down his throat and another one destroying Harry's anal with harsh thrusts while pulling the wizard onto his dick with each forceful thrust.

A large breasted woman lay naked on her back on top of Harry, her husband fucking her and she screamed, moaned and orgasmed for many long rounds of sex as she scratched and dug her nails into Harry, making him bleed.

When Harry was deep throating a dick, he never wanted to swallow a drop of their cum, most of it went into his lungs and he threw it up as they changed out different men to rape him oral-y and anal-y while he was awake and asleep.

It was torture.

That's what they wanted it to be. Right? The Muggles wanted to get rid of the freakishness to the world and apparently, that was wizard-kind.

One day, Harry woke up on his back, one muscular man was fucking his face with so much force that his head cracked against the concrete floor, one woman took his dick into her backside as another man fucked her and a final man gave him concrete burn as he was moved across the floor with each thrust.

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A revving of a machine woke Harry up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a woman looking like Bellatrix Lestrange holding a chainsaw up in the air. He tried to move but his entire body was strapped down by many chains that were connected to a hoop on the floor meters away from him, spreading his body out like a starfish. Before Harry could close his eyes, the chainsaw came down on his and cut his head off, slicing into his arm.

The Muggles started to celebrate but stopped as soon as they saw the skin sewing back together, joining the neck and head together as the arm stopped bleeding, a faint scar showing where they had cut him.

The woman that looked like Sirius' murderer screamed out in rage and started to cut Harry's body into tiny little pieces but they still managed to reattach themselves, pale scars showing where they were cut.

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The Muggles had lay Harry out on the floor of a construction site a road roller moving closer and closer to the only Wizard alive. The crunching of bones and pain shooting up his body from his legs had woke Harry up as he let out a scream, blood dribbling from his mouth as the pain got worse.

The road roller moved further and further up, Harry's body as it crippled him and crushed his bones as if they were separately crushed up to powder by a mortar and pestle. As it rolled over his neck, his chin got stuck to the floor. As the roller went over his head, Harry's skull cracked open and his brain and blood spilt over the floor, some sticking to the roller as the machine drove over the dead body.

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Harry was found strapped to a pole, a shoot of bamboo growing inside of him. Dried blood was on the floor as the bamboo tore open Harry's insides, removing anything in its way as it grew. Thirty days had passed with the bamboo growing, thirty more to go until it was fully grown and could slowly but painfully kill him. Hopefully. The muggles wanted him dead and Harry wanted to be dead but Death seemed to avoid him like he was every worldwide disease, virus, pandemic and plague.

The sixty days had completely passed with a few extra days added to it to ensure that the freakish man was dead but when they went over to the patch of land where they grew the bamboo was to see Harry looking around him, poking at the bloody bamboo shoot, sticking out of his stomach.

They were angry that they hadn't managed to kill him so they tried pushing Harry further down onto the shoots, making blood trickle onto and off the bamboo as more showed. They didn't seem too happy that he wasn't dead so they pulled him off of the panda's delicacy, smirking and laughing at the pained look on Harry's face and the blood pooling out of each wound.

Everyone had a cast opener in their hands, using them to open up all of the wounds, his arsehole, the slit in his dick, his ears, nostrils. Every hole that could be seen was opened even further, getting blood, colouring the spring grass, and spraying the ground like a sprinkler and a fountain.

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Harry woke up to large hands dragging him, naked, down cold corridors. A strong grip on his boney arms, bruises already forming and grazes forming on his heels as he was dragged. He was thrust into a cold chair in a dark room and he hissed at the cold metal kissing his bare body.

Tight metal chains bound him to the uncomfortable chair as they dug into his skin and pressed down painfully on his organs. He grimaced at the feeling of his guts moving under the chain. He looked up at the sound of metal against metal and saw pliers, tweezers, metal boots and a tray. The starved boy felt his heart drop to the deepest pits of hell at the sight of the tools.

A pair of muscled hands were glued to the sides of his head as they forced him to look at his left and right hand and foot as a dirty blond male pulled off his finger and toe nails, blood-forming from where the nail was forcefully ripped from the limb. He tried to close his eyes but sharp fake nails forced his eyes to stay open as they saw every strand of skin and nail disconnecting from each other. Like jack and Rose from Titanic.

When the dirty blond male pulled the boots from the trolley of tools, the green-eyed male tried to move away from them, afraid they'll do something to him.

And something they did.

Once the cold metal boots clamped around his foot, Harry let out a silent scream, leaning forward to try and end the pain piercing his feet and ankles. He could feel the blood shifting and pooling into the boots. The spikes in the boots injecting snake venom into his feet, making his legs shake and feel numb, fizzing with pins and needles.

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Harry still looked twenty-five which had confused the Muggles trying to kill him. They finally decided to use their heads. If the wounds didn't kill him, they had to take the entire body down... with explosives.