Shattered

Title:Shattered

Author: SilverRain

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not mine, they belong to JKR, and various other people.

Summary: Over the summer Harry is abused and raped, leading to severe depression. Draco finally gets a clue. Voldemort doesn\'t seem so bad. Dumbledore has no idea.

Rating: R (For now.)

A/N:This is one of my many attempts at writing, hopefully this story turns out halfway decent. All errors are mine and mine alone, on the account of not having a beta.Meh, I tried. Reviews are appreciated, so I know if this drivel is worth continuing.



//Harry\'s thoughts// ~The Voice~

Harry heard the door to Number Four, Privet Drive slam shut. //Vernon\'s home.// The great clomping footsteps on the stairs telling him that his Uncle was very drunk. He fingered one of the bruises on his arm, absently remembering the previous night. A few seconds later bright light flooded the room, but waon bon blocked by the whale-like form of Vernon Dursley.

\"Freak\", the large man snarled
\"Yes Uncle Vernon?\" the small teen huddling in the farthest corner he could reach replied meekly.

Vernon had no real reason to call for Harry, as he hadn\'t planned to have a conversation anyway, but in his drunk mind, it had seemed the right thing to do. Still puffing from his exertion climbing the stairs, Dursley made his way to Harry\'s corner. Harry, letting his logical thinking (and Experience) take over, knew that trying to fight the man three times his weight, was out of the question, and would only make his \"punishment\" more severe./ /If I just let him beat me, I can get it over with and retreat back into the Darkness, away from here.// At first Vernon seemed to be doing only what he did every night before he went back to the pub: Give Harry a severe bruising and a few kicks, then leave, but tonight was different. He picked up the teen by his oversized shirt, throwing him against a wall. Still reeling from hitting the wall Harry did not comprehend the silver glinting In his Uncle\'s hand until he felt an immense stinging pain as his right side was torn by the knife. Hearing his nephew\'s sc as as he cut him only made the drunk man laugh and urged him on. Deciding one gash was enough, Vernon removed his belt. Ripping Harry\'s shirt from his back, he threw him onto his stomach. The first lash was unexpected enough that the boy only yelped, but by the third one, he could not stop the screams of pain that escaped his cracked lips. Suddenly Vernon developed a Sadistic glint in his eye. Dropping the bele hae hauled Harry from the floor. Harry heard the pop of a strained button coming undone, and the sound of a zipper being pulled down. \"I bet you\'ll like this, won\'t you fag?\" Dursley slurred in his nephew\'s ear. //Oh Merlin no, please don\'t let him, please don\'t let him do this.// As soon as the thought passed through his brain, Harry\'s pain reflex kicked in and he passed out, slumping against the wall, leaving his uncle plowing into his unconcious body.

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The first thing Harry noticed as he regained conciousness was his difficulty breathing, and a throbbing pain in his side. He also noticed that he was naked, his torn shirt and pants lying discarded around the room. He shivered remembering just how cold it was in his \"room\". Cautiously, as to not further injur himself, Harry crawled to the pile of clothing. Dressing himself the best he co he he laid bacwn own on the floor, again exhausted. //Why does he do this to me?// ~Because you deserve it for all the suffering and death you have caused.~ \"The Voice\" as Harry had started to call it had plagued him since the Tri-Wizard Tournament in his Fourth Year. Always reminding him of every bad event that had been coused because of him. // If I had just died with my parents, the whole thing would be over, I wouldn\'t cause anyone any more pain. No one cares anymore, they didn\'t even write over the summer, not that I could write back after Vernon killed Hegwig.// ~Not that you deserve their letters anyway~ //I know...// The Voice actually seemed to sigh in a satisfied manner at Harry\'s admission. Not wanting to hear The Voice anymore, Harry let his mind wander into what he called \"The Darkness\". In The Darkness, he didn\'t think, and Thice ice could not bother him.

Hours later, Harry really didn\'t know how much time had passed, the door to the cupboard once again banged open. \"Get up you good for nothing freak, make breakfast, and get cleaned up. We\'re going to the Station today because me, your Aunt, and Dudley have decided to take a late vacation. You\'ll have to fend for yourself until the rest of the freaks come to pick you up.\" Vernon added the last bit with extra malice, knowing that the station harboured all kinds of crooks at night. Harry tried to get up slowly, to be easy on his injuries, but his pace being much too slow for Vernon, he recieved two kicks on his already bruised legs. Harry limped down the stairs with his Uncle clomping and puffing behind him. As he made his way to the stove to begin cooking what would normally feed six people, but was going to be gobbled down by three, Dudley commented \"Sleep well Freak?\" Harry knowing that any reply but \"I slept Okay\" would anger one or both of the mammoth people in the room, he just mumbled and started to cook sausage. As his Aunt red red the room sil silently told him to set the table by slapping him and pointing at a stack of plates and silverware. Leaving the sausage to sizzle in the pan, Harry put bread in the toaster, and set the butter on the table. Then putting another pan on the burner for eggs, he filled three glasses of juice, knowing that he would not be allowed to \"waste\" the Dursley\'s groceries on himself. Grabbing the toast from the toaster he put it on another plate and handed it to Vernon, who took the majority of it. The rest of the food being done, he handed the pans to his uncle also, and went to stand in a corner, waiting to see if there would be anything left for him, as usual there wasn\'t.

Vernon, seeing Harry standing waiting for instruction, said with a sneer, \"I\'m giving you a break today boy, no chores, so get your lazy, ungrateful self cleaned up, I won\'t be late bse ose of you.\"

Harry exited the kitchen, but not before being tripped by Dudley. When he got to the bathroom, he found that his \"family\" had shut off the electricity and hot water for the room, hence he still had no idea what he looked like. Fumbling with his clothes, he stepped into the shower. When he turned on the water he winced at how cold it was. Groping in thek fok for the small bit of soap that he was allowed to use, he did the best he could to clean himself. As his fingers brushed over the gash in his side he winced. He scrubbed at his hair with his fingertips, trying to get it clean. Abruptly the steady stream of cold water stopped letting Harry know that he had been taking too long. Stepping from the shower, even more sore than before, he dried himself with his clothes and then shrugged them back on. Trying to get some of the knots from his hair, which had grown quite long from not having been cut since tiddliddle of his sixth year, he padded back to his room, pulling on his shoes, and finding his broken glasses. As He reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw that Vernon had brought his trunk and Hegwig\'s empty cage up from the basement. He had bought all of his supplies for his Seventh Year at the end of last year, having an idea (that turned out to be right) that he would not be allowed to purchase them over the summer.

Vernon huffed out of the living room carrying a suitcase that he added to the pile of the family\'s luggage, a \"safe\" distance away from Harry\'s trunk.
\"Hurry up and get the luggage into the car, and don\'t dawdle.\" He said the word dawdle with a kick to Harry\'s leg. Harry struggled with the suitcases that were much too heavy for his emaciated body to carry, finally loading everything into Vernon\'s new cTakiTaking his place in the car, as far from Dudley as he could manage, he settled in for the ride to the station. The first half of the ride was uneventful, except for the usualy jabs at Harry and his familly. Around lunchtime they stopped at a small restaurant. Dudley and Vernon both ordered extra large sandwiches, Petunia had a salad, and as the waitress asked Harry for his order, Vernon spoke up,
\"He\'ll just have a glass of water. Strict medical diet you know, can\'t have him getting too fat or it could make his disease worse.\" At the mention of \"fat\" the waitress glanced at Dudley and his massive bulk, but said nothing, returning a fer minutes later with their food. The second half of the ride was just as uneventful as the last half, but this time all conversation had ceased due to Dudley\'s snores.

Arriving at the station, Vernon parked the car and left Harry to find a cart to carry their luggage on. He came back with two carts, one for him and one for the Dursleys, after loading them both, he was instructed to push them both and follow Vernon. Arriving at the proper platform Vernon took his cart, and with a discreet kick and slap, said
\"Have fun with all the goons tonight, boy, and remember what to tell those freaks at that freak school of yours.\"
\"Yes, Uncle Vernon.\\'m \'m just clumsy//
And with a final whack to his stomach Vernon and the rest of the Dursleys boarded the train.

Harry pulled his cart into a deserted corner where he was least likely to be seen. As he sat down on his trunk, the full impact of what had actuahapphappened to him yesterday and over the whole summer set in, and the silent tears began to fall.