A Tale Untold
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Adult ++
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Insanity of Chronic Proportions
Title: A Tale Untold
Author: lovechild91
Summary: One part courage, one part pain, and two parts all the fluttery feelings that swirl within your chest and belly. This is love. This is what cupid shoots you with.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Violence, Physical/Verbal Abuse, dark!Harry, AU
When you are shot with cupid's arrow, you are not injected with love, you are injected with all that make it: one part courage, one part pain, and two parts all the fluttery feelings that swirl within your chest and belly.
Chapter 1 -- Insanity of Chronic Proportions
After the first week of August in Harry and Sophia's 10th year, things grew to be pretty bad in the Potter household. Between Harry's parents suspicious stares, and Dumbledore's daily visits and demands, Harry could barely find space to breathe. The floo was disconnected, owl posts were postponed, Harry was escorted into town by a responsible adult wizard, under no circumstances was he allowed to be home alone, and he slept on the floor in his parent's rooms. Somehow, his father seems to resent him most for the last.
So Harry's days were spent as a prisoner with a house as his jail cell. He was allowed out only when he whined enough to grate against his prison guards' nerves. But of course, Sophie knows none of this. Their contact is limited. Every time he manages to go out, he slips his letter into the hands of one of The Dark Lord's minions, and they in turn transfer it to him or Sophie herself.
She's under recovery right now. In the first week where Harry stayed to make sure his sister was comfortable with the situation, they figured out what was necessarily wrong with her.
The fact that Dumbledore keeps coming over sends shivers down his spine...
They called in this Potions Master, Severus Snape, to see if her "terminal illness" was due to a poison. He examined her carefully, asked her symptoms, read through the log Harry kept of her illness, and asked if she injested anything regularly.
Dinner
Water
Dumbledore's stupid toffees.
As Harry washes the dishes, he thinks about the long space in time when Professor Snape went quiet. The ashen look on his face, the clenching of his fingers, and the grimace of horror that splashed across his features was quite alarming indeed. Harry found it difficult not to demand the diagnosis.
"6 years ago, Albus Dumbledore asked me to create a potion. This potion would act as a poison that when taken daily forces not only the body and mind to deteriorate, but the magic. First body, then magic, then mind. The poisoned would slowly go insane. He gave me the excuse of using it against The Dark Lord. I had no choice but to make it."
"Severus. Are you saying that..."
"Yes, my Lord. That is the same poison coursing through her body. If I'd..."
If you asked, Harry honestly couldn't explain all that had happened. There's a 10 minute blank in time where Harry seems to have called the Potions Master a monster. All he remembers with certainty, is attacking the professor with the insanity of a werewolf, or a rabid monkey of some sort.
He tore at the man's robes, trying to get to his flesh...sinking his nails within reach of whatever he could manage. Pain. Sorrow. Guilt. All of these they both felt, as this man created the potion to cause it all. This man, Harry rationalized was the singular source of their problems. Forget Dumbledore, forget his parents, this man was within reach. This man would feel his wrath.
He feels guilty about it now. Especially since he actually managed to give him a black eye. It was obvious Professor Snape felt guilty. It was wrong of him to attack him just because he's closest.
" YOU MONSTER," he remembers screaming. "YOU BASTARD OF A MONSTER!"
He's ashamed of not only the tears that coursed down his face, but the monster that he himself became when he used those words and unleashed his full rage on one singular person. The weight of it must have been terrible. His screams had death eaters rushing into the guest room, prying him off of the statue Severus Snape had become, stunning him with too many spells. If Sophie hadn't been under a spell-induced sleep...
There's only one month until the beginning of their first year. Sophie'll be escorted into the train by a certain Draco Malfoy, and Harry'll meet them inside. They've planned everything.
It must be difficult for Professor Snape to look into the face of a child abuser every school year.
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~1~
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Lily and James both cowered as they stood before Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the man they viewed to be more powerful than God. He looked angry. Not angry, but in fact furious. His eyes were glittering with not the happiness of manipulting another person, but the anger of being usurped. He is a God. Does the boy not know that? Does he purposely cause him trouble in an effort to show him otherwise? The impudent little imbecile! Dumbledore shall quickly make sure he discovers otherwise. No one escapes Dumbledore and survives. No one...
"Lily and James, you have disappointed me greatly..."
"A-A-Albus, please. We didn't..."
"SILENCE! Your constant incapability to do. As. I. Say, astounds me beyond all measures. Do you understand? Answer me! Or are you incapable of doing that also?"
"Y-Yes, sir. We understand."
"Have I not repeatedly told you that you are to make sure that insolent little chit is to be kept ill?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"Have I not repeatedly told you that you doing this teensy tiny little job is vital to my plans?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"So then tell me, children. Why. Have. You. FAILED!?"
Like frightened mice, the two of them scampered out of the wizard's sight, afraid that he might actually attempt to do what he always threatens and kill them.
"Why are you running, children? Is it because you know you've done something WRONG!? HUH!?"
Soon, hexes were flying out of the elder wizard's wand, and James fled Lily's side in an effort to protect himself. Little did anyone know, but their marriage deteriorated centuries ago.
"BAD! BAD CHILDREN! NAUGHTY CHILDREN! YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!"
The gleam in his eyes caused Lily to scream in horror and James to whimper in fear as they both ran for their lives. They didn't dare go for the door, because escape...Escape is futile.
"PUNISH! PUNISH! PUNISH! PUNISHMENT FOR THE BOTH OF YOU! INSOLENCE! DISRESPECT! IDIOCY! PUNISH!"
Lily sat huddled under the table screaming and crying while James had actually managed to dive behind the chair and hide. In his blind rage, Dumbledore never noticed and continued to fling spells helterskelter.
This continued on for what seemed like ages to the Potters before the spells seemed to come like short, sporadic coughs with long intervals in-between.
"Gone. It's all gone! The prophecy. The prophecy shall come true, and all my hopes shall be GONE!"
As the seventh month dies, darkness shall present her
son two gifts, and all the corrupt shall weep. A speaker of snakes
and seer of time. Good and Evil shall come to a head, for one cannot live while the
other survives.
REVIEW RESPONSES
Katonie:
Thank you so much! I'm always worried my use of passive sentences will
make it less attention-grabbing.
May your days be merry,
lovechild91
Plague_rose
Yeah! I love Dumbdumb bashing! Long live Lord Voldemort!
May your days be merry,
lovechild91
mumimeanjudy
Well I hope this chapter answers your question. The reason goes a little
deeper than this, but it's the basic concept.
kunitsu
Thank you so much! I try to make sure I always bring something new
in my fanfics.
May your days be merry,
lovechild91
Author: lovechild91
Summary: One part courage, one part pain, and two parts all the fluttery feelings that swirl within your chest and belly. This is love. This is what cupid shoots you with.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Violence, Physical/Verbal Abuse, dark!Harry, AU
When you are shot with cupid's arrow, you are not injected with love, you are injected with all that make it: one part courage, one part pain, and two parts all the fluttery feelings that swirl within your chest and belly.
After the first week of August in Harry and Sophia's 10th year, things grew to be pretty bad in the Potter household. Between Harry's parents suspicious stares, and Dumbledore's daily visits and demands, Harry could barely find space to breathe. The floo was disconnected, owl posts were postponed, Harry was escorted into town by a responsible adult wizard, under no circumstances was he allowed to be home alone, and he slept on the floor in his parent's rooms. Somehow, his father seems to resent him most for the last.
So Harry's days were spent as a prisoner with a house as his jail cell. He was allowed out only when he whined enough to grate against his prison guards' nerves. But of course, Sophie knows none of this. Their contact is limited. Every time he manages to go out, he slips his letter into the hands of one of The Dark Lord's minions, and they in turn transfer it to him or Sophie herself.
She's under recovery right now. In the first week where Harry stayed to make sure his sister was comfortable with the situation, they figured out what was necessarily wrong with her.
The fact that Dumbledore keeps coming over sends shivers down his spine...
They called in this Potions Master, Severus Snape, to see if her "terminal illness" was due to a poison. He examined her carefully, asked her symptoms, read through the log Harry kept of her illness, and asked if she injested anything regularly.
Dinner
Water
Dumbledore's stupid toffees.
As Harry washes the dishes, he thinks about the long space in time when Professor Snape went quiet. The ashen look on his face, the clenching of his fingers, and the grimace of horror that splashed across his features was quite alarming indeed. Harry found it difficult not to demand the diagnosis.
"6 years ago, Albus Dumbledore asked me to create a potion. This potion would act as a poison that when taken daily forces not only the body and mind to deteriorate, but the magic. First body, then magic, then mind. The poisoned would slowly go insane. He gave me the excuse of using it against The Dark Lord. I had no choice but to make it."
"Severus. Are you saying that..."
"Yes, my Lord. That is the same poison coursing through her body. If I'd..."
If you asked, Harry honestly couldn't explain all that had happened. There's a 10 minute blank in time where Harry seems to have called the Potions Master a monster. All he remembers with certainty, is attacking the professor with the insanity of a werewolf, or a rabid monkey of some sort.
He tore at the man's robes, trying to get to his flesh...sinking his nails within reach of whatever he could manage. Pain. Sorrow. Guilt. All of these they both felt, as this man created the potion to cause it all. This man, Harry rationalized was the singular source of their problems. Forget Dumbledore, forget his parents, this man was within reach. This man would feel his wrath.
He feels guilty about it now. Especially since he actually managed to give him a black eye. It was obvious Professor Snape felt guilty. It was wrong of him to attack him just because he's closest.
" YOU MONSTER," he remembers screaming. "YOU BASTARD OF A MONSTER!"
He's ashamed of not only the tears that coursed down his face, but the monster that he himself became when he used those words and unleashed his full rage on one singular person. The weight of it must have been terrible. His screams had death eaters rushing into the guest room, prying him off of the statue Severus Snape had become, stunning him with too many spells. If Sophie hadn't been under a spell-induced sleep...
There's only one month until the beginning of their first year. Sophie'll be escorted into the train by a certain Draco Malfoy, and Harry'll meet them inside. They've planned everything.
It must be difficult for Professor Snape to look into the face of a child abuser every school year.
-----------------
~1~
------------------
Lily and James both cowered as they stood before Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the man they viewed to be more powerful than God. He looked angry. Not angry, but in fact furious. His eyes were glittering with not the happiness of manipulting another person, but the anger of being usurped. He is a God. Does the boy not know that? Does he purposely cause him trouble in an effort to show him otherwise? The impudent little imbecile! Dumbledore shall quickly make sure he discovers otherwise. No one escapes Dumbledore and survives. No one...
"Lily and James, you have disappointed me greatly..."
"A-A-Albus, please. We didn't..."
"SILENCE! Your constant incapability to do. As. I. Say, astounds me beyond all measures. Do you understand? Answer me! Or are you incapable of doing that also?"
"Y-Yes, sir. We understand."
"Have I not repeatedly told you that you are to make sure that insolent little chit is to be kept ill?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"Have I not repeatedly told you that you doing this teensy tiny little job is vital to my plans?"
"Y-Yes, sir."
"So then tell me, children. Why. Have. You. FAILED!?"
Like frightened mice, the two of them scampered out of the wizard's sight, afraid that he might actually attempt to do what he always threatens and kill them.
"Why are you running, children? Is it because you know you've done something WRONG!? HUH!?"
Soon, hexes were flying out of the elder wizard's wand, and James fled Lily's side in an effort to protect himself. Little did anyone know, but their marriage deteriorated centuries ago.
"BAD! BAD CHILDREN! NAUGHTY CHILDREN! YOU MUST BE PUNISHED!"
The gleam in his eyes caused Lily to scream in horror and James to whimper in fear as they both ran for their lives. They didn't dare go for the door, because escape...Escape is futile.
"PUNISH! PUNISH! PUNISH! PUNISHMENT FOR THE BOTH OF YOU! INSOLENCE! DISRESPECT! IDIOCY! PUNISH!"
Lily sat huddled under the table screaming and crying while James had actually managed to dive behind the chair and hide. In his blind rage, Dumbledore never noticed and continued to fling spells helterskelter.
This continued on for what seemed like ages to the Potters before the spells seemed to come like short, sporadic coughs with long intervals in-between.
"Gone. It's all gone! The prophecy. The prophecy shall come true, and all my hopes shall be GONE!"
As the seventh month dies, darkness shall present her
son two gifts, and all the corrupt shall weep. A speaker of snakes
and seer of time. Good and Evil shall come to a head, for one cannot live while the
other survives.
REVIEW RESPONSES
Katonie:
Thank you so much! I'm always worried my use of passive sentences will
make it less attention-grabbing.
May your days be merry,
lovechild91
Plague_rose
Yeah! I love Dumbdumb bashing! Long live Lord Voldemort!
May your days be merry,
lovechild91
mumimeanjudy
Well I hope this chapter answers your question. The reason goes a little
deeper than this, but it's the basic concept.
kunitsu
Thank you so much! I try to make sure I always bring something new
in my fanfics.
May your days be merry,
lovechild91