The Black Oblivion of Sleep

The Black Oblivion of Sleep
Genesis
Author: PoisonedChocolate
Summary: You saw it when you clicked on the link so deal with it.
Rating: NC-17
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the Harry potter books and/or movies;nor am I making any money off of them. I\'m just borrowing them to make their lives a living hell. :)
Warnings: Rape, Drug Abuse, Abuse, Cross-Dressing, Slash.
Pairings: Harry/Percy, the following are implied: Harry/Sirius, Harry/Draco, Harry/Snape, and Percy/Oliver
A/N: I think I may have gone too dark for my own good..... ahhh well.... enjoy.

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There was no one to hear him scream. No one to hear his pleas. He was left in that dark alleyway, body broken, stripped of an innocence he had never obtained or felt in his lifetime. Something he could never know.

He changed that night(or it came to his awarness for the first time), the bright jade eyes become hollow emerald, if one could not discern emotions they would say forever lust filled. A once boyish, heart shaped face became thinner, the cheeks and lips became more prominent accenting the cold eyes. Skin that was once tan became milky white and clung to an almost feminine figure.

Later looking at himself in the mirror he would come to realize what he was, what he had come to be, shaped and molded by years of pain, that was only recognized by the scars on his body and that marred his soul. He became the death he was supposed to bring. He was the lifeless forms of those that littered the grounds. That haunted his dreams and disturbed his thoughts. In himself he saw the figures that he could barely remember; his father lying upon the ground, his mother\'s screams. Cedric sprawled upon the cemetery ground, and Sirius\' eyes as he fell through the fluttering veil. He had become death in his own eyes.

But only he thought these things, no one else, not the man that had taken him in the ally, not the man that had given him the job that got his innocence taken away, not his friends that had watched him leave with the start of suffering, and not the people who would use him as a shield for they could do nothing themselves.

So begins the tale of the \'Boy-Who-Lived\' or as he called himself \'The-Man-Who-Died\'.
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A/N: Sorry that the beginnings so short. I should have more up soon. Reviewing would be great, I would love to hear what you think, but it isn\'t necessary.-sigh- I know the last line\'s corny, but do forgive me I wrote this at 4 in the morning after staying up for two days staright on a sugar high that came from like one Pixie Styk so....yeah....heh O.o