Twisted Games

UNDER CONSTRUCTION


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Harry let out a groan of agony and whimpered as he was cruelly pulled out of the dark nothing that had seemed like bliss. But it had only lasted a short time. Harry's fingers curled into his palms and he held his hands in fists tightly digging his nails onto his palms. He felt a sticky substance between his legs that was now cold and slowly drying. As he gained concioncness he rememberd what had happend and his body went still and a soft cry escaped his lips.. No.. no don't remember.. He closed his eyes again trying to will himself back into that nothingness..The void in Harry's mind was small. Instead of seeing Adair he would see a black shape, a void. Every time his mind tried to call upon the face of who raped him, the pain of the rape would come flooding back into mind.

Snape stepped a bit closer “Do you care to respond to me, Mr. Potter, -or- do you wish to be expelled for indecent behavior?” Snape caught the first sight of blood and knew something wasn't right. Who would have attacked Harry in the castle!? Voldemort was the first thought that came to his mind. Snape kneeled and tried to pick Harry up in his arms, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. It was both a horrible experience and an exhillarating one. He had never before noticed how far Harry's body had developed, or that he had become so grown so fast.. These thoughts only lasted a moment. Snape quickly carried Harry out of there, taking a passage toward his office. “Forces are at work here.. Dumbledore must be notified..” He muttered, distractedly, then looked down at Harry in his arms.. “Who did this to you, right under Dumbledore's gaze? Which dark wizard assaulted you?” Oddly enough, he actually seemed concerned about Harry..

He tried to remember and he let out a cry closeing his eyes “I don't know..” Came his soft voice that didn't seem to be Harry's.. He allways used to have streangth in his voice.. All ways had confidence in himself. But now his voice was distant and broken.. He had been so brutaly assaulted that Voldimort himself would be ashamed of the brutality.. Well.. Maby not ashamed.. but he probably had never thaught up this kind of torment.. No.. Harry was broken now.. Almost lifeless.. His normaly bright green eyes were now dull and souless. Like gazeing into the glass eyes of a doll.

Snape grew very concerned at seeing Harry like this. No dark magic he knew of could break a person like this, so he guessed it had to be something horrible, repeated torture. Snape carried Harry into his office and sat him in one of the uncomfortable chairs, then slipped his wand free, pointing it at his desk “Flux Morpheo...” And the desk glowed.. The top softened and turned white. A pillow raised off of the surface and the desk seemed to be transfigured into a cot. Snape laid Harry upon it and quickly conjured a blanket over him. “I'm going to give you something to lower the pain... Do not resist, I am not going to poison you....” Then snape went to his storage cabinent, slipping his long fingers through the many vials until he found the one he sought. It was a mixture of pepperup potion, a relaxing potion, and one that would dull the pain. In large quantities it could be addictive like any pain killer, but one vial wouldn't hurt. He carried it back to harry and poured it in his lips. Almost as soon as it entered him, Harry would feel warm and relaxed. The pain would seem like a distant memory. Snape was doing this whole thing with strange tenderness.. “Can you speak clearly now? What happened to you?”

Harry felt the warmth fill him and his body relaxed visibly. He closed his eyes and nodded in responce “Raped” Was the only word he could manage remembering every detail but the face of who did it.. Humilliation.. The great Harry Potter turned into a toy.. Tears refused to slip from his eyes, he couldn't cry any more.. He was to broken to even do that.. He was all tatterd and torn.. Not only had his body been raped but his mind had sufferd just as much. He rememberd that he had jerked himself off in the process haveing it been demanded of the boy.. Let me die.. He begged the nothingness he felt.

Snape was visibly shocked. Never before had such an expression crossed his face. His coldness was forgotten in this horrible moment of realization. Snape could only stare blankly at Harry, the look in his eyes almost saying he blamed himself.. Memories went back to his school days, one day in paticular.. A very young Severus was being held down by an uncertain Remus and a rather pissed Sirus.. He almost felt the pain of James shoving himself in again and again once more. Their voices were long gone from the memory, but he remembered his own words to well.. “Curse you James! I hope you or any accursed spawn of yours learn the pain you've placed me through!” That had been all he said before James had muted him. He remembered the horror of being taken like that and the pain.. After a few moments the glassedover look left his eyes and he seemed to focus on Harry... “No, you don't want to die.. I will notify the teachers so an investigation can be run, but I will make sure the students do not know..You will not have to suffer the humiliation of further teasing..” Murmured snape, lost in his own painful memories. Without realizing it he had started to stroke Harry's cheek with his fingers, almost comforting him..

He stared up at snape unable to regester any thing but his own need for death to set him free.. He hadn’t realized he spoke the words allowed. He slowly began to speek “He made it so my body wouldn't adjust.. Wouldn't let it losen... Put burning lube.. Made me...” His voice trailed off for a moment then.. “Made me jerk off..” His eyes lost all life then.. He became like a doll would stareing up into nothingness. His thaughts wandering through his life. His eyes lost even the slight sparks of hate.. He felt nothing. Damn it.. Why had he been given so much responsibility. Why had his parents left him? Why was he raised by heartless people? Why did he have to kill the dark lord.. Why?!

“Potions and curses.. Used to the worst effect..” Snape murmured, almost sighing. While magic could heal the body and potions rest the mind, nothing in his power could remove the trauma that Harry felt.. Once more he went to his cabinent, his robes swishing as he moved. The best he would be able to do would be to numb Harry's body and put his mind to sleep. Two choices were presented to him. He could select the numbing potion, or the one once called Draught of the Living Death, a potion which would make Harry sleep eternally. He thought back to his own past, what he wanted. He had lived through it and it had left him like this, cold, scarred. It had made him bitter and took something from him. With a sigh he looked back to Harry and grabbed the numbing salve, moving back to the boy. He spread it slowly on Harry's chest, the fumes rising. Harry would feel like he was disconnected from the world, a black place where he was alone, not unlike death. That was the only peace Snape could give to him. It'd wear off in a few hours. Snape left his offiice to inform the other teachers..

Harry had slept for hours, but slowly the nothingness started to fade and nightmers settled in. He sudenly started to scream in his sleep trying to free himself of the happinings in his dreams. His arms waved wildly before him trying to get rid of whatever he saw. He rolled and sudenly fell to the floor. He curled up and started to whimper as tears slipped from his tightly closed eyes. He lost himself in his mind.


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A short chapter, I warn you that this story will continue to be depressing. I hope that it is well written though, it is my first fic.