Darkness of Souls

Sure enough, the moment his head had touched the ground, the whip had come down. He had been thretened with this many times before but it had never been carried out before now. Even through the shirt the blows still stung horribly against his skin. Vernon's strength was emence at the best of times but he knew when he was going to far, now, his intoxicated brain held no though of holding back and the whip cracked down on his clothed flesh time and time again untill his throught was sore from screaming. Through the pain and screams, he saw the darkness creeping up on him. He opened his mind wide and accepted the darkness into him, allowing it to swallow him whole.

~*~*~

As he slowly regained conciousness a rush of images assulted his slightly fuzzy mind;



He was looking up at Snape laying over him, he was screaming as something smooth and hot was shoved down his throught and someone screaming out for James.



He sat up fast and immediatley regreted it as his head came in contact with something distinctly solid and hard. Somewhere in his mind he registered the pain but his entire mind was rested upon the string of memories



Harry probed into his mind, the taunting presence of the obliviate was gone, nothing remained of the spell, only the memory of his professor; his professor raping him.



Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. As much as he hated Snape, he always thought he could trust the man. He had respected him, worked hard for him and for what? to be raped whilst being called James. That was all he was good for; a common whore, nothing more. He couldn't save the world, he couldn't defend the entire Wizarding population from murder if he couldn't even protect himself from one man raping him!



His eyes closed again and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.



~*~*~

"Harry" a voice said softly, "Why do down Harry?" He turned and came face to face with his worst enemy. Yet he felt no fear. Every other time he had stood here, facing Voldermort, he had felt an immence amount of fear, now, he was unexplanably calm.



He took a moment to look around. They were in a coridoor of shadows and dancing flames. Beautiful and deadly the both of them.



Voldermort took a step towards him and reached out a bony hand, placing it upon Harry's sholder. he jumped slightly at the unexpected contact and looked up in surprise. Voldermort smiled down at him.



"You will survive Harry. You are still the shining light of the Wizarding World."



"What do you want?" He asked suspiciously, eyeing the Dark Lord's crimson robes cautiously.



"Me? I want nothing from you Harry except your help. I wish you would understand the complicity of the war you and I are fighting and the potential consiquences of killing me." Here he paused to sigh and look over Harry once more. "You are to young to be fighting this war. Especially by yourself."



"I am not alone!" Harry yelled, throwing off the older man's hand. "I have Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore-"



He was cut off by a bark of laughter. "You believe Dumbledore will help you?" There was a long silence, punctuated only with Harry's unsteady breathing and the rustle of Voldermort's robes. Then, quite suddenly he said; "Think about all I have said Harry Potter, untill next time."