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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
30,585
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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Breaking
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter or Warner Bros. Or Bloomsbury so a) don’t sue, B) don’t sue and C) don’t sue comprende?
Chapter Seven: Breaking
For three days Harry sat bolt upright, eyes wide open, rocking back and forth whispering “No” over and over dusk until dawn and all through the day. No one knew how to help him, he was trapped in his own world and nothing but memories existed, nothing they said could get through. His friends could do nothing but sit by and watch their friend fall deeper into darkness whilst they themselves lost all hope and fell into a silent seclusion. They were at breaking point. Nothing madam Pomfrey could do or say would move them from his side. Albus stood at the door watching the heartbroken teens live break into a million pieces. He walked away from the scene and entered the makeshift office on the level below where Smethwyck was waiting.
“Smethwyck please tell me you bring good news.” the old man said whilst sitting down behind his desk.
“Yes sir, I have gone through the Americans notes and tested the ready made samples that he had there.”
“that’s what took you so long then?”
“Yes sir, I had to stay there a week in order to get a more accurate result.”
“and…”
“The Alexis Sanctrium should work.”
“Should?”
“It depends on how far into his mind that he has gone. If he has gone too far there will never be any hope in retrieving him.”
“We have to hope that he can be saved then.” The frail headmaster sighed heavily and looked out of the window that was to the side of his desk. “How long until the potion will be ready?”
“According to the American it should take a month to brew.”
“A month!”
“Yes.”
“Well then you had better start working on it.”
“I already have sir, I started it the moment I got back.”
“Thank you Smethwyck.”
“Your welcome Professor.”
“I have told you before I am not your professor any more so there is no need to call me professor it’s Albus.”
“Ok then Albus but if that is the case then you must call me Hippocrates.”
“Deal.” The two gentleman allowed themselves a small smile before the situation caught up on them again and they nodded politely to each other and Smethwyck exited the room leaving Albus to his thoughts.
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Angry faces surrounded him shouting curses, evil stares in the hallways, people darting around him as he moved.
“They all hate you, you know. They all wish you dead.”
“Harry, Harry can you hear me?”
“They all think you are a waste of space!”
“Harry, come back to us please!”
“Why live if they don’t want you?”
Looking from side to side, memory to memory as if he were in the middle of a cube. Where all the sides were TV screens and this was his life.
A flash of green light and a maniacal laugh, the darkness of a cupboard andthe shouting of his aunt “Up, get up. NOW!” Walking in to Kings Cross Station and seeing the Weasley’s for the first time. Seeing Hogwarts come out from under the bridge whilst they were on the boats for the first time. The three headed dog, Snapes limp and playing Quidditch for the first time. Winning the house cup for Gryffindor and then going back to the Dursleys before being taken to the Weasley’s Burrow and fed like a king. The blood on the wall and then Hermione being petrified. The chamber of secrets and Ginny lying near-dead on the floor. Hate, Hate all hate. All stares and all hate. The grim in the alleyway and the three decker bus. Big round glasses and predictions of death. Sirius, Remus and the rat, the marauders reunited after 12 long years. The Quidditch world cup and the death eaters. The Triwizard cup meets the forth contestant. Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts. Dragons, me people and mazes. Cedrics body lying untouched on the ground of a graveyard. Voldemort being reborn. Haters, traitors, users. They only want you to die for them after you’ve won for them. Dumbledore, Snape and Moody rushing to his aid, their shocked faces as he succumbed to darkness. They don’t care about you. They were too late to save you!
“See them, they’ve forgotten you. They don’t want you there. Why don’t you just die!”
“leave…me…alone”
“Why should I? I’m the only one here who talks to you.”
“Get…Out…Of…My…Head!”
“Err…let me think about that for a second…NO!”
“Why…are…you…doing…this…to…me?”
“Because POTTER you need to realise that it is pointless trying to fight me, I WILL WIN and there is nothing that you can do about it. You will die soon. Did you know that. You will die painfully and horribly and by the time they bury you your body won’t be recognisable.”
“Then kill me now and get it over with.”
“What no fight, Where is your Gryffindor spirit? I want to see your mind break into a million peaces before I kill you. Your body‘s already gone all that’s left is this. Can you hear them?”
“Harry, please answer. Wake up!”
“They want you back so they can use you again to fight a war that you have already lost. Your nothing but a tool to them. So why fight it? Give yourself to me!”
Red eyes flashed in front of his green eyes and strong hands grasped his feeble weak ones. And pushed him against the side of the cube. There was no escape. Even inside his mind Voldemort held all the cards. Even inside his own mind he could not escape rape. Even inside his own mind he screamed.
And The whole Order heard him.
Chapter Seven: Breaking
For three days Harry sat bolt upright, eyes wide open, rocking back and forth whispering “No” over and over dusk until dawn and all through the day. No one knew how to help him, he was trapped in his own world and nothing but memories existed, nothing they said could get through. His friends could do nothing but sit by and watch their friend fall deeper into darkness whilst they themselves lost all hope and fell into a silent seclusion. They were at breaking point. Nothing madam Pomfrey could do or say would move them from his side. Albus stood at the door watching the heartbroken teens live break into a million pieces. He walked away from the scene and entered the makeshift office on the level below where Smethwyck was waiting.
“Smethwyck please tell me you bring good news.” the old man said whilst sitting down behind his desk.
“Yes sir, I have gone through the Americans notes and tested the ready made samples that he had there.”
“that’s what took you so long then?”
“Yes sir, I had to stay there a week in order to get a more accurate result.”
“and…”
“The Alexis Sanctrium should work.”
“Should?”
“It depends on how far into his mind that he has gone. If he has gone too far there will never be any hope in retrieving him.”
“We have to hope that he can be saved then.” The frail headmaster sighed heavily and looked out of the window that was to the side of his desk. “How long until the potion will be ready?”
“According to the American it should take a month to brew.”
“A month!”
“Yes.”
“Well then you had better start working on it.”
“I already have sir, I started it the moment I got back.”
“Thank you Smethwyck.”
“Your welcome Professor.”
“I have told you before I am not your professor any more so there is no need to call me professor it’s Albus.”
“Ok then Albus but if that is the case then you must call me Hippocrates.”
“Deal.” The two gentleman allowed themselves a small smile before the situation caught up on them again and they nodded politely to each other and Smethwyck exited the room leaving Albus to his thoughts.
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Angry faces surrounded him shouting curses, evil stares in the hallways, people darting around him as he moved.
“They all hate you, you know. They all wish you dead.”
“Harry, Harry can you hear me?”
“They all think you are a waste of space!”
“Harry, come back to us please!”
“Why live if they don’t want you?”
Looking from side to side, memory to memory as if he were in the middle of a cube. Where all the sides were TV screens and this was his life.
A flash of green light and a maniacal laugh, the darkness of a cupboard andthe shouting of his aunt “Up, get up. NOW!” Walking in to Kings Cross Station and seeing the Weasley’s for the first time. Seeing Hogwarts come out from under the bridge whilst they were on the boats for the first time. The three headed dog, Snapes limp and playing Quidditch for the first time. Winning the house cup for Gryffindor and then going back to the Dursleys before being taken to the Weasley’s Burrow and fed like a king. The blood on the wall and then Hermione being petrified. The chamber of secrets and Ginny lying near-dead on the floor. Hate, Hate all hate. All stares and all hate. The grim in the alleyway and the three decker bus. Big round glasses and predictions of death. Sirius, Remus and the rat, the marauders reunited after 12 long years. The Quidditch world cup and the death eaters. The Triwizard cup meets the forth contestant. Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and Hogwarts. Dragons, me people and mazes. Cedrics body lying untouched on the ground of a graveyard. Voldemort being reborn. Haters, traitors, users. They only want you to die for them after you’ve won for them. Dumbledore, Snape and Moody rushing to his aid, their shocked faces as he succumbed to darkness. They don’t care about you. They were too late to save you!
“See them, they’ve forgotten you. They don’t want you there. Why don’t you just die!”
“leave…me…alone”
“Why should I? I’m the only one here who talks to you.”
“Get…Out…Of…My…Head!”
“Err…let me think about that for a second…NO!”
“Why…are…you…doing…this…to…me?”
“Because POTTER you need to realise that it is pointless trying to fight me, I WILL WIN and there is nothing that you can do about it. You will die soon. Did you know that. You will die painfully and horribly and by the time they bury you your body won’t be recognisable.”
“Then kill me now and get it over with.”
“What no fight, Where is your Gryffindor spirit? I want to see your mind break into a million peaces before I kill you. Your body‘s already gone all that’s left is this. Can you hear them?”
“Harry, please answer. Wake up!”
“They want you back so they can use you again to fight a war that you have already lost. Your nothing but a tool to them. So why fight it? Give yourself to me!”
Red eyes flashed in front of his green eyes and strong hands grasped his feeble weak ones. And pushed him against the side of the cube. There was no escape. Even inside his mind Voldemort held all the cards. Even inside his own mind he could not escape rape. Even inside his own mind he screamed.
And The whole Order heard him.