Shattered Mirror
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Tom
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
13,163
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
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I do not own anything having to do with Harry Potter fandom, JKR's characters or the books and movies of the series. This is purely fiction and I make NO money from writing this story.
Karma
Shattered Mirror Chapter two
This chapter contains mentions of Rape. If you made it past chapter one, this one is less violent… I guess.
Dissociate Identity Disorder is a real illness and this idea came to me after reading a similar fan fiction of this kind on ff.net.
The other speaker in this chapter will eventually have a name when someone finally acknowledges him.
For right now, he needs no name as no one cares enough about Harry to question his odd behavior.
-0-
There is a moment in one's life when one makes a decision.
Should I keep trying? Or should I give up?
Should I let the evils and horrors of life chain me down?
Or should I bide my time, waiting for the perfect opportunity and break free of my bondage?
A shaft of pale yellow sunlight shone on the broken boy that lay on the cot under the stairs of number 4 Privet Drive.
Emerald eyes blinked sleepily. He swung his stiff frame off the bed and turned to walk out the door.
Aunt Petunia would be very angry with Harry if he didn't make the breakfast. A glimmer across the room made him turn his head. Dudley's old floor length mirror stood inconspicuously in a corner.
He had a sudden need to see himself. Would he be changed? The emerald eyed boy strode toward the mirror and gazed upon his reflection.
He was naked and bloody. A mirthless laugh escaped him. A christening in blood? It would seem that way.
There was a crack in the mirror, an intricate fissure that bisected the pale boy's body. The mirror was broken. He was broken. But unlike the mirror, he would put them back together again.
Harry Potter had been violated in ways inconceivable to most people. He had been beaten, and verbalized and raped in body and soul.
“Poor, poor Harry”, a pale hand reached up and skimmed the cool glass. “All you ever wanted was for someone to love you unconditionally. How could they do this you?” The hand slid away from the mirror in a sensuous gesture as if stroking a lover.
“I'll fix us Harry. I'll make them pay for what they've done. I'll put us back together again”, He stepped over the prone body of Vernon Dursley. He wasn't dead but he would never hurt Harry like that again.
He calmly got into the shower and washed away the night's evidence of evil that clung to his skin in an oily luster.
Yes, he would make sure that something like that would never happen to them again. No matter what it took.
A sharp scream rendered the air and the boy smirked in acknowledgment. It seemed as if Aunt Petunia had finally woken up to find Vernon lying haphazardly across Harry's threshold.
He knew what she would find. He was not dead, but in a coma. One from which he would eventually wake. Doctor's would later be baffled at his condition.
It would later become known that the cause of his subsequent nap was fear. Indeed, it would appear that Vernon Dursley had been frightened almost to death.
Aunt Petunia tried to blame it on Harry but there was no evidence and Vernon definitely wasn't talking.
The emerald eyed boy would later be found smirking to himself at odd moments in a most serpentine way.
Harry had been through so much that he didn’t want to subject him to the aftermath of this further degrading situation.
The Dursley’s were staying far away from him for which he was grateful. He hated the sniveling muggle family he was forced to live with every summer and he made sure they knew it.
He found he could not wait to go back to Hogwarts-- though not for his usual reasons.
This year would surpass any other because this year Harry Potter would not let anyone walk all over him and the world was going to truly see him for himself.
The boy- who- lived was no more.
In his place was a guardian: strong, clever and agile and a child: weak, fearful, and eager to please.
The world was to blame for the breaking of the boy-who-lived. And the world would pay for its sins. After all, all was fair in love and war, wasn't it?
This chapter contains mentions of Rape. If you made it past chapter one, this one is less violent… I guess.
Dissociate Identity Disorder is a real illness and this idea came to me after reading a similar fan fiction of this kind on ff.net.
The other speaker in this chapter will eventually have a name when someone finally acknowledges him.
For right now, he needs no name as no one cares enough about Harry to question his odd behavior.
-0-
There is a moment in one's life when one makes a decision.
Should I keep trying? Or should I give up?
Should I let the evils and horrors of life chain me down?
Or should I bide my time, waiting for the perfect opportunity and break free of my bondage?
A shaft of pale yellow sunlight shone on the broken boy that lay on the cot under the stairs of number 4 Privet Drive.
Emerald eyes blinked sleepily. He swung his stiff frame off the bed and turned to walk out the door.
Aunt Petunia would be very angry with Harry if he didn't make the breakfast. A glimmer across the room made him turn his head. Dudley's old floor length mirror stood inconspicuously in a corner.
He had a sudden need to see himself. Would he be changed? The emerald eyed boy strode toward the mirror and gazed upon his reflection.
He was naked and bloody. A mirthless laugh escaped him. A christening in blood? It would seem that way.
There was a crack in the mirror, an intricate fissure that bisected the pale boy's body. The mirror was broken. He was broken. But unlike the mirror, he would put them back together again.
Harry Potter had been violated in ways inconceivable to most people. He had been beaten, and verbalized and raped in body and soul.
“Poor, poor Harry”, a pale hand reached up and skimmed the cool glass. “All you ever wanted was for someone to love you unconditionally. How could they do this you?” The hand slid away from the mirror in a sensuous gesture as if stroking a lover.
“I'll fix us Harry. I'll make them pay for what they've done. I'll put us back together again”, He stepped over the prone body of Vernon Dursley. He wasn't dead but he would never hurt Harry like that again.
He calmly got into the shower and washed away the night's evidence of evil that clung to his skin in an oily luster.
Yes, he would make sure that something like that would never happen to them again. No matter what it took.
A sharp scream rendered the air and the boy smirked in acknowledgment. It seemed as if Aunt Petunia had finally woken up to find Vernon lying haphazardly across Harry's threshold.
He knew what she would find. He was not dead, but in a coma. One from which he would eventually wake. Doctor's would later be baffled at his condition.
It would later become known that the cause of his subsequent nap was fear. Indeed, it would appear that Vernon Dursley had been frightened almost to death.
Aunt Petunia tried to blame it on Harry but there was no evidence and Vernon definitely wasn't talking.
The emerald eyed boy would later be found smirking to himself at odd moments in a most serpentine way.
Harry had been through so much that he didn’t want to subject him to the aftermath of this further degrading situation.
The Dursley’s were staying far away from him for which he was grateful. He hated the sniveling muggle family he was forced to live with every summer and he made sure they knew it.
He found he could not wait to go back to Hogwarts-- though not for his usual reasons.
This year would surpass any other because this year Harry Potter would not let anyone walk all over him and the world was going to truly see him for himself.
The boy- who- lived was no more.
In his place was a guardian: strong, clever and agile and a child: weak, fearful, and eager to please.
The world was to blame for the breaking of the boy-who-lived. And the world would pay for its sins. After all, all was fair in love and war, wasn't it?