Battered

Battered

Disclaimer: None of the characters that you recognise belong to me; they belong to J.K. Rowling...

Summary: What happens when all you’ve ever known slips away? When all the pain you’ve ever felt is amplified… What happens when you’re left battered… by the ones you love?

Pairings: Eventually H/D and other minor pairings like RW/HG and BZ/PP

Warnings: Humil, Tort, Rape, N/C, angst, slash, homophobia (though most of this is only in this first chapter) If you don’t like, then don’t read…

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Faint mumblings could be heard in the darkness as Ron and Hermione patrolled one of Hogwarts’ many deserted corridors. In a corridor that was notorious for hiding hormonal teenagers, curiosity forced the duo to investigate the voices that were steadily getting louder. Finally, they stopped in front of a door that had been left slightly ajar, the light from within trickling out into the corridor, and listened to the voices inside.

“… look, all I’m saying is that..”
“Bullshit, Potter! I get what you’re saying!”
“NO! You don’t! You haven’t even fucking heard it all yet Malfoy!
“Oh! This is rich! Believe me, Potter, if there’s one this I’ve heard enough of tonight, it’s enough of your voice, so spare me! Wait till I tell the rest of the school their Golden Boy’s not as perfect as everyone thought!” the voice then dropped to a deadly cold whisper, “wait till the wizarding world finds out that their hero is nothing more than a disgusting faggot!”

The duo outside barely had time to jump out of the way before the door was flung open and Malfoy stormed out and into the dark corridor. With shock on both their faces, they entered the room to find the person they had considered one of their best friends sitting on a stool with his face in his hands, their expressions quickly turning to fury and disgust.

“How DARE you!” screamed Hermione suddenly, forcing Harry’s head to snap up at the sound of her voice.
“Herm… what?”
“Oh! Don’t you fucking dare, Potter!” spat Ron, looking more disgusted than Harry had ever seen him, “we heard the conversation… So it’s true then; we’ve all been wasting time thinking our hope for this war lay in a fucking shirt-lifter! Well fuck you, Potter!”
“Look, Ron, you don’t…”
”No! Just shut up, Potter! Stay the hell away from us!” said Hermione coldly before both of them stormed out of the room, unknowingly reminiscent of Malfoy’s recent departure.

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After a long and sleepless night, Harry finally decided he would have to go down to the Great Hall for breakfast and go to classes no matter how bad he was feeling. Getting ready as slowly as he possibly could in the hopes that he might miss Ron, Hermione or Malfoy at the Great Hall, Harry glanced at himself in the mirror and what he saw truly shocked him; his eyes were completely red rimmed and swollen from the previous night, his hair stuck up more oddly than normal and there were now dark shadows under his eyes.
Ignoring the voice that kept telling him not to go down to the Great Hall today, not to be a Gryffindor today, Harry left the safety of his dormitory.

As he got closer to the Hall, the nagging feeling inside him grew to such a point that he may have just turned back before a cold voice cut through all his thoughts.

“Ah, here he is! The faggot has finally arrived! Welcome, welcome, Potter! We have a surprise for you.”

“Malfoy” said Harry wearily, his heart thumping in his chest, “what do you want?”

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough I believe… Crabbe, Goyle!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Harry was suddenly grabbed by two large bodies and slammed so hard into the corridor wall that his breath left his lungs. Before Harry knew it, there were fists hitting every part of his they could reach, legs kicking out at him and voices screaming. Never had Harry felt so much pain; his body was on fire and he wheezed as he spat out blood.

“Alright, leave him for now… It’s time for the main entertainment…” drawled Malfoy sardonically. It was then that Harry noticed the crowd that had gathered in the corridor. Dimly wondering where all the teachers were when you needed them, Harry lay curled up on the floor, unable to move.

Looking up slowly all he could see through his cracked glasses was the gleaming faces of more people than he could count all chanting something unintelligible before he was roughly hauled to his feet once more.
A spell was murmured from somewhere within the crowd and Harry could feel cold metal bite into his wrists and ankles as he was chained to the wall. Another murmured spell and Harry could feel the cold breeze of the corridor as all his clothes left him. As laughter grew through the corridor, Harry felt his face flame up and wished with all his might that he was merely in another nightmare, that this was not happening, but as he opened his eyes again, dismay settled in that this was truly happening.

“Well, well Potter, looks like you’re finally getting what’s been coming to you for a long time” yelled Ron, his face positively gleaming with hatred as he stepped forward, an object held almost reverently in his hands. Squinting closer, Harry was terrified to realise he was holding none other than a whip, and a painful looking one at that. Suddenly, Harry started squirming with all his might, trying to get away from what he knew was coming. But it was of no use.

As the telltale noise of the whip cut through the air and finally made contact with his chest, Harry screamed. The laughter in the crowd was once again renewed. Before Harry knew it, the strokes were coming harder and faster, cutting into his chest, his arms and his thighs, blood now dripping down his front and still he dimly heard the crowd chanting, “Faggot, faggot, faggot…”

Finally the whipping stopped but before Harry could regain any of his bearings, the spell holding him to the wall was released and Harry fell to the floor, his glasses tumbling away, his limbs screaming in protest after being held up for so long.

Vaguely registering the fact that the laughter and mocking in the corridor had now grown even further, Harry was roughly hauled up till he was on his hands and knees and before he could protest the movement, two fingers were shoved unceremoniously in his virgin arse and Harry screamed louder than ever before. His arse felt like it was on fire and the pain was shooting up his spine in waves.

“Can’t have you too tight now, Potter, can we? You might hurt me… After all, this was what you wanted last night wasn’t it you fucking fairy…” drawled Malfoy’s mocking voice as he started scissoring the digits in his arse.

Suddenly, and without warning, the fingers were removed only to be replaced with the blunt head of what Harry could only guess was Malfoy’s cock. Without waiting for Harry, Malfoy roughly pushed in until he was buried to the hilt and Harry screamed with pain once more.

With tears streaming down his cheeks, Harry tried begging, pleading with Malfoy to please, please, oh god, please STOP! But nothing Harry tried would work. Malfoy was now violently thrusting into Harry, purposefully ignoring the blood streaming down his thighs and soon Harry felt him tense up before pulling out of him and shooting his sticky come all over his back as the crowd once again roared with laughter.

But Harry heard none of that for he had blacked out, his head hitting the cold floor with a resounding thud.

Looking down on the boy she had once considered to be her brother, her face contorted in disgust, Hermione spat on him.
“Take him to the forest; he will rot there…”


A/N: Eep! I have never written anything that dark before! It was like my fingers had a life of their own and were typing it all out! Not to worry, while the next couple of chapters may be angsty, this was the last of the torture, rape, n/c, etc.

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