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Just Let Me Die
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
30,562
Reviews:
40
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Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter 1
A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!!! Wow i was not expecting the rate of which those reviews came. I must admit i was shocked. So i would like to say a huge thank you to all of you, you know who you are!!! Enjoy the next chapter!!!
Chapter One
Three years had past since that faithful night where the wizarding world saw their young hero stripped away from them into the hands of He-who-must-not-be-named. Three years since the screams and tears of all those that had been at the maze’s entrance had tore through the night. Three years since Harry was proclaimed dead and the world plunged into darkness. The real Moody had been found and was now working side by side with Dumbledore fighting against the growing forces of the Death eaters; Cedric could now be found in St Mungos, suffering from severe shock and unable to speak; and Harry’s closest friends should have been in their final year of Hogwarts, but they had been captured two years after Harry and had also been declared dead. Three years was a long time for an old man like the headmaster and it showed. His once long silver hair was now short and non-existent. His eyes once sparkling were now dimmed and faded like there was nobody really there. He was the one to start the opposition, the one to recall the order of the phoenix. The Order of the phoenix, an organisation run by Dumbledore to fight against the forces of evil, which was right now Voldemort.
Harry’s kidnapper had taken his stronghold right at the centre of the Ministry of Magic which had fallen within a year of his return. With the wizarding world now living in fear most had turned to Dumbledore and Hogwarts for sanctuary to find that they were turned away due to overcrowding. Hogwarts now only taught skills that were necessary to fighting e.g.-healing, defence against the dark arts and potions still run by Professor Snape who had turned spy for the war effort although he had not been allowed into the inner circle. If he had been he would have found that Harry although weak was very much alive.
For the last three years Harry had been locked up in a room with no windows, or doors that he could see. Everything around him was white with no break you couldn’t even see where the four walls that he had to stare at every day joined up. He had tried to cut himself and paint the walls but there was nothing in the room and his nails had been torn off, and a charm placed upon them to prevent his nails ever growing again. If you looked into his eyes you would have seen nothing but grey, his glasses gone and long since destroyed he had strained his eyes too much and had now gone blind. With no sight, nothing to hear and constant abuse Harry had quickly become insane, he never saw nor felt Voldemort rip through his virginity raping him in front of his inner circle and their slaves. Raping him until he bled. Raping him until could be raped no more.
Hermione faired little better, being a mudblood she should have been killed but because she was Potter’s friend she was kept alive to serve Malfoy as both his slave and his sex toy. She was forced to offer snacks at important gatherings dressed in little more than a small fitting maids costume, forbidden from wearing any form of underwear to protect her privacy. Being so vulnerable she was often subject to sexual assaults and often used by lower rank death eaters who came up behind her when she bent to offer food and rammed into her forcefully. She could do nothing more than let them finish because if she ever protested then she would be punished far worse. Her mind had not yet broken, it refused to, it had just become obedient all the while searching for a way out. She had been one of those forced to watch Voldemort rape Harry whilst at the same time Malfoy was raping her. Her pain was not as bad as what Harry was going through but she could feel it.
Ron was better off out of the three. He was just locked in the dungeons with little food and water. Made to live in his own filth. His hair was no longer Weasley red it was black, soot and dirt soiling it and dying it. He was raped a lot of the time and beaten up so badly that he had become paralysed from the bottom down. He knew that Hermione was here but he had only seen her once since they were brought in. He had no idea that Harry was alive but he never gave up hope that one day he would find him. Ron was mostly left alone, useless and nothing but a waste the only thing keeping him alive was his relationship with the ‘great’ Harry Potter.
Three years had past since Harry Potter had been kidnapped. Three long years. With their saviour supposedly dead, the wizarding world held little hope of ever winning this war. But deep within the depths of Harry’s broken mind, Hermione’s sheltered one to Ron’s weak and tired one, there was a scream.
Chapter One
Three years had past since that faithful night where the wizarding world saw their young hero stripped away from them into the hands of He-who-must-not-be-named. Three years since the screams and tears of all those that had been at the maze’s entrance had tore through the night. Three years since Harry was proclaimed dead and the world plunged into darkness. The real Moody had been found and was now working side by side with Dumbledore fighting against the growing forces of the Death eaters; Cedric could now be found in St Mungos, suffering from severe shock and unable to speak; and Harry’s closest friends should have been in their final year of Hogwarts, but they had been captured two years after Harry and had also been declared dead. Three years was a long time for an old man like the headmaster and it showed. His once long silver hair was now short and non-existent. His eyes once sparkling were now dimmed and faded like there was nobody really there. He was the one to start the opposition, the one to recall the order of the phoenix. The Order of the phoenix, an organisation run by Dumbledore to fight against the forces of evil, which was right now Voldemort.
Harry’s kidnapper had taken his stronghold right at the centre of the Ministry of Magic which had fallen within a year of his return. With the wizarding world now living in fear most had turned to Dumbledore and Hogwarts for sanctuary to find that they were turned away due to overcrowding. Hogwarts now only taught skills that were necessary to fighting e.g.-healing, defence against the dark arts and potions still run by Professor Snape who had turned spy for the war effort although he had not been allowed into the inner circle. If he had been he would have found that Harry although weak was very much alive.
For the last three years Harry had been locked up in a room with no windows, or doors that he could see. Everything around him was white with no break you couldn’t even see where the four walls that he had to stare at every day joined up. He had tried to cut himself and paint the walls but there was nothing in the room and his nails had been torn off, and a charm placed upon them to prevent his nails ever growing again. If you looked into his eyes you would have seen nothing but grey, his glasses gone and long since destroyed he had strained his eyes too much and had now gone blind. With no sight, nothing to hear and constant abuse Harry had quickly become insane, he never saw nor felt Voldemort rip through his virginity raping him in front of his inner circle and their slaves. Raping him until he bled. Raping him until could be raped no more.
Hermione faired little better, being a mudblood she should have been killed but because she was Potter’s friend she was kept alive to serve Malfoy as both his slave and his sex toy. She was forced to offer snacks at important gatherings dressed in little more than a small fitting maids costume, forbidden from wearing any form of underwear to protect her privacy. Being so vulnerable she was often subject to sexual assaults and often used by lower rank death eaters who came up behind her when she bent to offer food and rammed into her forcefully. She could do nothing more than let them finish because if she ever protested then she would be punished far worse. Her mind had not yet broken, it refused to, it had just become obedient all the while searching for a way out. She had been one of those forced to watch Voldemort rape Harry whilst at the same time Malfoy was raping her. Her pain was not as bad as what Harry was going through but she could feel it.
Ron was better off out of the three. He was just locked in the dungeons with little food and water. Made to live in his own filth. His hair was no longer Weasley red it was black, soot and dirt soiling it and dying it. He was raped a lot of the time and beaten up so badly that he had become paralysed from the bottom down. He knew that Hermione was here but he had only seen her once since they were brought in. He had no idea that Harry was alive but he never gave up hope that one day he would find him. Ron was mostly left alone, useless and nothing but a waste the only thing keeping him alive was his relationship with the ‘great’ Harry Potter.
Three years had past since Harry Potter had been kidnapped. Three long years. With their saviour supposedly dead, the wizarding world held little hope of ever winning this war. But deep within the depths of Harry’s broken mind, Hermione’s sheltered one to Ron’s weak and tired one, there was a scream.