Just Let Me Die
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
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Adult
Chapters:
14
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30,583
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40
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Currently Reading:
2
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They are not children anymore
A/N: Ok thanks once again to all of my reviewers a great big cheer and cookie (yes if you haven't realised by now i absolutely love cookies) to all of you! I love you guys!!!! but one thing i realised upon reading some of your reviews was that i may have misled some of you so i'm going to try and unmislead you right now...this fic is HP/LV because Voldemort is the only one who will touch Harry, their will be no romance between them, Voldemort will rape Harry several times (i'm not going to tell you when) during the course of this story making this fic HP/LV. Right now onto another question that i had: Ron is able to be cured because his paralysis in respect to the others was minimal, and also able to be fixed by magic as there was no scar tissue to hinder the magic from working...think of it like Skele-Grow, his paralysis was able to be fixed within one night as if he had taken some Skele-Grow. Hermione on the other hand may appear to alright but she isn't, there are underlying issues that will be addressed later on in the fic but that wont be for a while yet. Harry however has suffered the most out of all of them and his problems are only starting to come to light the longer he is freed, he might not even get better...but i'm not going to let on that secret now am i. :D
Once again thank you all so much for your reviews!!!!!
Chapter five: They are not children anymore
“…we commit our brother to the ground and ask that you look over him and keep him safe in the afterlife. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Amen.”
A small group of robed wizards encircled a grave where a small casket was being lowered into the ground by means of a levitation charm, it was deathly silent. The only sounds were that of a phoenix singing farewell to the head of a powerful family. The funeral had been one of intense grief and emotion and filled close friends of the family that had come to pay their respects to the Andy Walcott. The private funeral had been guarded by several members of the order of the phoenix due to the nature of the Walcott’s deaths, thankfully their assistance had not been needed. When Mcgonnagal had returned to Grimmauld place from the funeral she found Dumbledore sitting in the kitchen staring at her gravely.
“Albus, what’s wrong?”
Saying nothing he swiftly got up and walked out of the room indicating that she should follow him. He lead her to Harry’s room in the attic and silently entered holding the door open for her. She entered to find things much the same as when she had left them last night when Harry had been placed on life support, with one exception, his eyes were open.
“how?”
“Madame Pomfrey managed to save his eyes and ears although we don’t know for certain that he can hear or see us yet. It appears that he was locked in a white room with no way to tell if he was staring at the walls, ceiling or floor, the lights over the period of time he was trapped there for had slowly destroyed his eyesight that was already damaged from lack of glasses, they were smashed.” he added seeing Mcgonnagal’s questioning glance.
“and his ears?”
“they were destroyed by a high decibel noise that had intruded into his cage. It would appear that the room was high pressured and deathly silent that not even a movement that he made would made a sound. His hearing was destroyed by a sound that would have been just above normal for our range of hearing. But Poppy has hopefully managed to fix the problem.”
“So he is awake?”
“No,” He replied solemnly. “Poppy found traces of blood and semen on his clothes, it appears that he has been raped severely by more than one person, add that to the visions of Voldemorts attacks…”
“He still had to suffer through them.”
“there is no doubt, Minerva. The raping, the visions and the white cage it appears that young Mr Potter is now insane and catatonic. He will do anything he is told to do but he will have no knowledge of what he is doing and will not be able to do anything involving magic or speaking. He could kill himself if he was told to. He could jump off a cliff with a single order”
“Do Hermione and Ron know?”
“Yes, they were here when he was diagnosed, I ordered them to bed. They were here all night by his side watching as Madame Pomfrey healed as many of his wounds as she could.”
“Oh god, those poor children.”
“they are not children anymore, they’ve been through things similar to Harry and they have had to grow up fast, too fast. But they are children no longer.”
His words held frozen in the air as Mcgonnagal let them sink in. No they weren’t children anymore, they’d lost out to childhood thanks to he-who-must-not-be-named. He had stolen a lot of things lives, money but he should never have been able to steal a childhood. And this made her angrier than anyone had ever seen her.
--
After they had been ordered to bed Hermione and Ron had left and went to sit in Ron’s room silently. Not once did they ever mention anything that they had heard, not once did they talk about their ordeal, not once did they look each other in the eye. They sat in silence staring at the floor. Twelve hours later they were still sitting there until Hermione finally broke. Sobs escaped her closed lips and refused to stop until she was crying into Ron’s shoulder and screaming out “why?” Her years in Voldemorts fortress had taken their toll on her and Harry’s insanity had toppled her over the edge. She could take no more. Seeing Hermione release her anguish had sent Ron crying as well. He had been through less than Harry and Hermione but seeing his best friend laying their on that bed not knowing anything about what was happening to him and then seeing his crush break down in front of him brought tears to his eyes and noiselessly he cried into her now long and flat hair. They sat and held each other until they mutually agreed to see Harry again. With sober faces they left Ron’s room after twenty hours of sitting still and crying.
--
Deep within the depths of Harry’s broken mind Dumbledore’s conversation with Mcgonnagal mixed with Malfoy’s scream and swirled around his mind again and again.
…destroyed by a high decibel noise…could kill himself…AAAAAGGGGGHHHH…
Ron and Hermione know…raped…insane…jump off a cliff…white cage…visions of Voldemorts attacks…kill himself…catatonic…fix the problem…blood…not children anymore…jump off a cliff…kill…oh god…AAAAAGGGGGHHHH…the raping…insane…destroyed…pressurised…Ron and Hermione…kill himself…how…jump off a cliff…kill himself…how…jump off a cliff…kill…kill…cliff…
--
Ron and Hermione entered Harry’s room to find Mcgonnagal and Dumbledore sitting by Harry’s ever still ever silent body, a pin dropped could have split the silence in two. Every one was silent and mournful. AS they moved to their respective seats next to Harry’s bed a single sound escaped Harry’s lips. He didn’t move a muscle he only whispered a single word that caused the rooms other occupants to look at each with fear and worry. His whisper cut through the silence and raised alarm bells in everyone’s mind.
“OK.“
Once again thank you all so much for your reviews!!!!!
Chapter five: They are not children anymore
“…we commit our brother to the ground and ask that you look over him and keep him safe in the afterlife. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Amen.”
A small group of robed wizards encircled a grave where a small casket was being lowered into the ground by means of a levitation charm, it was deathly silent. The only sounds were that of a phoenix singing farewell to the head of a powerful family. The funeral had been one of intense grief and emotion and filled close friends of the family that had come to pay their respects to the Andy Walcott. The private funeral had been guarded by several members of the order of the phoenix due to the nature of the Walcott’s deaths, thankfully their assistance had not been needed. When Mcgonnagal had returned to Grimmauld place from the funeral she found Dumbledore sitting in the kitchen staring at her gravely.
“Albus, what’s wrong?”
Saying nothing he swiftly got up and walked out of the room indicating that she should follow him. He lead her to Harry’s room in the attic and silently entered holding the door open for her. She entered to find things much the same as when she had left them last night when Harry had been placed on life support, with one exception, his eyes were open.
“how?”
“Madame Pomfrey managed to save his eyes and ears although we don’t know for certain that he can hear or see us yet. It appears that he was locked in a white room with no way to tell if he was staring at the walls, ceiling or floor, the lights over the period of time he was trapped there for had slowly destroyed his eyesight that was already damaged from lack of glasses, they were smashed.” he added seeing Mcgonnagal’s questioning glance.
“and his ears?”
“they were destroyed by a high decibel noise that had intruded into his cage. It would appear that the room was high pressured and deathly silent that not even a movement that he made would made a sound. His hearing was destroyed by a sound that would have been just above normal for our range of hearing. But Poppy has hopefully managed to fix the problem.”
“So he is awake?”
“No,” He replied solemnly. “Poppy found traces of blood and semen on his clothes, it appears that he has been raped severely by more than one person, add that to the visions of Voldemorts attacks…”
“He still had to suffer through them.”
“there is no doubt, Minerva. The raping, the visions and the white cage it appears that young Mr Potter is now insane and catatonic. He will do anything he is told to do but he will have no knowledge of what he is doing and will not be able to do anything involving magic or speaking. He could kill himself if he was told to. He could jump off a cliff with a single order”
“Do Hermione and Ron know?”
“Yes, they were here when he was diagnosed, I ordered them to bed. They were here all night by his side watching as Madame Pomfrey healed as many of his wounds as she could.”
“Oh god, those poor children.”
“they are not children anymore, they’ve been through things similar to Harry and they have had to grow up fast, too fast. But they are children no longer.”
His words held frozen in the air as Mcgonnagal let them sink in. No they weren’t children anymore, they’d lost out to childhood thanks to he-who-must-not-be-named. He had stolen a lot of things lives, money but he should never have been able to steal a childhood. And this made her angrier than anyone had ever seen her.
--
After they had been ordered to bed Hermione and Ron had left and went to sit in Ron’s room silently. Not once did they ever mention anything that they had heard, not once did they talk about their ordeal, not once did they look each other in the eye. They sat in silence staring at the floor. Twelve hours later they were still sitting there until Hermione finally broke. Sobs escaped her closed lips and refused to stop until she was crying into Ron’s shoulder and screaming out “why?” Her years in Voldemorts fortress had taken their toll on her and Harry’s insanity had toppled her over the edge. She could take no more. Seeing Hermione release her anguish had sent Ron crying as well. He had been through less than Harry and Hermione but seeing his best friend laying their on that bed not knowing anything about what was happening to him and then seeing his crush break down in front of him brought tears to his eyes and noiselessly he cried into her now long and flat hair. They sat and held each other until they mutually agreed to see Harry again. With sober faces they left Ron’s room after twenty hours of sitting still and crying.
--
Deep within the depths of Harry’s broken mind Dumbledore’s conversation with Mcgonnagal mixed with Malfoy’s scream and swirled around his mind again and again.
…destroyed by a high decibel noise…could kill himself…AAAAAGGGGGHHHH…
Ron and Hermione know…raped…insane…jump off a cliff…white cage…visions of Voldemorts attacks…kill himself…catatonic…fix the problem…blood…not children anymore…jump off a cliff…kill…oh god…AAAAAGGGGGHHHH…the raping…insane…destroyed…pressurised…Ron and Hermione…kill himself…how…jump off a cliff…kill himself…how…jump off a cliff…kill…kill…cliff…
--
Ron and Hermione entered Harry’s room to find Mcgonnagal and Dumbledore sitting by Harry’s ever still ever silent body, a pin dropped could have split the silence in two. Every one was silent and mournful. AS they moved to their respective seats next to Harry’s bed a single sound escaped Harry’s lips. He didn’t move a muscle he only whispered a single word that caused the rooms other occupants to look at each with fear and worry. His whisper cut through the silence and raised alarm bells in everyone’s mind.
“OK.“