Third POV Limited
Mentions and details of Rated R-ness - so beware!

Vernon thundered up the stairs, and it was a miracle that no one woke up. His face, already a nasty purple color, was screwed up in rage, and he banged open Harry's door. Upon hearing the noise, Harry startled awake and stared at the blurry blob that he knew was his Uncle Vernon. Vernon stared at Harry for a while until Harry began to feel nervous. "S-sir?" Vernon snapped out of his trance and smiled viciously. "Are you hungry, boy?" Harry shifted at the insinuation of food, but he went with the safe answer anyway. "No, sir." Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, but smirked. "You stole food from us then, boy? Are you not grateful for all that we do for you?" Vernon stalked closer and Harry scooted back in fear. "For all that we give you, all of the chances you are given- do I have to teach you another lesson?" At those words, Harry felt all of the blood drain from his face, and Uncle Vernon cackled, closing the door and unbuckling his belt. "Get on your stomach boy." Harry obediently shifted onto his stomach and Uncle Vernon felt a spark of pride at all of the marks marring Harry's back. The belt came down with a distinct whirl and flesh biting pain. Harry grit his teeth and gripped the sheets tightly as he felt his magic curl protectively around his body. It did nothing to stop the cutting of his flesh, as it would make his punishment worse, but his magic took the feeling away until he was blissfully unaware of what exactly was happening, if only for him still being able to hear the belt. Harry relaxed his muscles and waited his punishment out, praying it wouldn't go on too long.
After a half hour of constant whips, Harry's legs, arms, and back were only strips of flesh hanging off of his torn muscles and tendons. Thanks to his magic, Harry had been forcefully put into a minor magical coma, as it knew Vernon's next intentions. Driven by the beauty of blood and muscles- as well as his lack of sex with Petunia-, Vernon tore off the rest of Harry's clothes and continued on to rape him. Vernon did it anally and orally; he was a sick man in the thought of Harry's magic. Vernon, finally spent after an hour of sex, collapsed on top of Harry, severing his spine with the weight of his fat-filled mass. After a few minutes, Vernon caught his breath and, before leaving, smashed the back of Harry's head with his fist, so as to knock Harry out, but all it did was damage Harry's cranium. As he was retreating back to his room, Harry's magic threw a quite harmless sensitizing spell at a certain special part of Vernon, as a very, very small taste of payback. As all of the houses on Privet Drive finally began to quiet down in the dark of night, magic began it's task of healing their human, though changes would have to be made to keep the human safe.

~Time Skip To Morning~

Two hours before Aunt Petunia was to wake up, Harry's magic gently coaxed him out of his coma, so he could get used to the new him before the dreadful muggles became aware. Harry curled his lips up at he terrible taste in his mouth and groaned lightly as he stretched, ready to cuddle back into the bed, only for something heavy to thump across his stomach. Harry froze, eyes snapped wide open. Ever so slowly, Harry looked down at his stomach, and saw a tail. "Wha....?" Harry mumbled and followed it down to his lower back. He blinked, and carefully pulled the tail closer, inspecting it. It looked to be the kind of tail a lion had, with the little chunk of hair on the tip too, but the color was all wrong. The tail was mainly white, with tiny hairs of green speckled in every now and then, with the tip being a black puff of silky-soft fur. Harry smiled at the look, but was confused at its appearance. Hermione had explained creature inheritances before, but this one was odd. He didn't turn seventeen yet, so it wasn't a natural inheritance, plus he was asleep for it. The only other case was if something had happened to him last night, which nothing did... that he remembered. He could have sworn something happened though. There was no way he went to bed naked, or dirty, for that matter. Harry scrunched up his nose at the overpowering smell, and stood up, ignoring the weird pain all over his body. He cautiously listened to see if anyone was up, but all he heard was four thud-type sounds and the whooshing of air, he supposed. Harry shook his head and lightly grabbed his sheets from his bed, careful not to touch the sticky liquid. Curiously, Harry pulled the fabric closer to his face and sniffed at it, but curled his head away in disgust. The sheets smelled overpoweringly of Vernon, but there was an underlying stench of blood. Then, it all clicked into place for Harry, his magic showed him what happened last night while cocooning his body in a warm type of hug, to let him know he was not alone. Harry watched, disgusted and scared, as Vernon defiled and damaged his body, over and over again. It was a type of sick show, that he just couldn't look away from. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes were glued to the scene. After what felt like years, Vernon left, and Harry saw his magic start to repair his formerly, severely damaged body to the best it could. He watched, fascinated, as his severed spine slowly crept out of his body, a new part being created and put in place of the damaged one at the same time. His magic used the shattered pieces of his skull to create a type of pair of antlers on his head, while reinforcing the bone around his brain. His back, completely shredded to ribbons, slowly melded back together, with the damaged muscles and tissue forming into scaly wings on his back. The shredded skin of his arms and legs were fixed, with small, glistening scales lightly smattering the appendages. He felt a fierce sadness as his mind slowly melted away from the scene, and hot tears seemed to collect in his eyes, but they never fell. Harry slowly walked out of his room and to the laundry room, violently throwing the sheets into a laundry basket to wash later. Harry trudged to the bathroom to get the unbearable smell of Vernon off of him, as well as inspect his new appendages.