Cracked Angel

Diclaimer: I\'m not JK Rowling. I don\'t own Harry Potter or any of JK Rowling\'s origional characters. Everything else thought I made up for my own guilty pleasure.

\"Harry.\"

Harry turned toward the familiar voice. \"Hey Herm\' what\'s up?\"

Hermione looked a little troubled. It was now 3/4 through 7th year, and Harry had become more and more distant since the beginning of the year. He would no longer initiate conversation with his house mates in the common room or at dinner, and more often than not, he could be found curled up on himself staring into nothing with a glazed look plastered on his face.

Hermione looked down at her hands and then began to speak. \"Where are you Harry?\" Harry looked startled by the question and gave her a confused look. \"I mean... what happened to you? Where did the Harry I used know flee to and why did he leave? Harry, you don\'t talk to us anymore. Something\'s happened that\'s changed you and you won\'t talk to me about it. You won\'t talk to anyone about it. Who is there to speak to, if you can\'t confide in your own best friend? We are still your best friends right Harry? Ron, and I that is.\"

\"Of course you are \'Mione. There are just some things that are better left unsaid ok? This is something you can\'t fix and I\'d rather not talk about it.\" Hermione just nodded, trying to keep the tears in her eyes from cascading down her face. \"Thank you.\"

And with that he got up, and walked out the portrait.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

::2 days later::

Hermione sat by Harry\'s bed. She had been waiting here since he was first brought into the Hospital Wing. He lay unconscious, looking for all the world as if he were dead. Although all of the bruises were healing, they left a yellowish tinge to the once unblemished skin.

Madam Pomfrey wouldn\'t tell any of Harry\'s friends what exactly the injuries were, saying it was for Harry to do when he was ready. This only caused the bushy haired girl to worry more. What was it that the medi-witch deemed bad enough to keep from everyone?

Suddenly the broken boy laying on the bed moaned, catching Hermione\'s attention.

\"Harry\", she whispered, \"are you awake?\"

Harry moaned once again but opened his eyes. \"Hey\" he said, his voice hoarse.

Hermione quickly grabbed the goblet of water sitting on the bedside table and helped the boy to sit up. Harry winced a bit, but said nothing as the goblet was pressed to his lips. He drank deeply from the cup, feeling as if he\'d gone weeks without water. Finally he pulled back and wiped his mouth slowly.

\"Thanks\", he breathed.

Hermione gave a watery smile. \"Gods Harry, you had us so worried.\"

\"Sorry.\" he said.

Hermione shook her head. \"Harry... Madam Pomfrey wouldn\'t tell us what happed-\"

Harry closed his eyes and fell back into the infirmary bed. \"Harry.\" He re-opened his eyes and shook his head, a tear escaping and making its way down his cheek.

\"Harry I want to know what\'s wrong. Maybe I can\'t help, but I know for a fact that if it\'s that bad then it\'s not good to keep everything to yourself. You have to talk to someone about what\'s happened to you.\"

Harry gave a short dry sob. \"I can\'t Hermione. You\'ll be disgusted with how week I am and- I can\'t talk about it.\"

\"Please Harry. Please do this for me. No matter what\'s happened, I will never think any less of you. I love you Harry. And I always will. Ron too. You have no idea how much convincing it took to get him to rest today. He snuck down here both nights with your invisibility cloak. I couldn\'t get him to sleep. He didn\'t eat anything, he refused to talk to anyone...\"

\"Hermione... I- I\'ll tell you. But- promise me... that you won\'t leave. I can\'t lose you.\"

\"Harry I\'ll never leave. Never.\"

Harry sighed, took a breath, and began. \"All year, I\'ve been kind of... distancing myself from everyone. I thought that if they got too close, they would be able to tell just by looking at me, what went on this summer. I was so scared about what people would think if they ever found out. Life with the Dursleys was never pleasant. You knew that. I slept in the cupboard under the stairs, I knew how to cook practically before I could walk, I was barely fed, the clothes they gave me were used and 10 times too big for me. Stupid stuff like that.\" Hermione listened patiently. \"But then after last year it got worse. They thought that I had put the dementors up to attacking Dudley. Last summer they put me back in the cupboard. I thought it was small when I was eleven.\" He let out a harsh laugh.

\"Uncle Vernon began giving me more chores and reducing the limit of time I had a day to get them finished. After a while of not getting the dishes cleaned and put away and then the floor mopped every night in 5 minutes he started dealing out punishment. At first is was just getting locked in the cupboard and not being let out unless it was to cook or clean. Then one day he sent me outside and told me to paint the fence. \'And don\'t let me hear a noise from out here.\' he said. Well that happened to be the day that the neighbor\'s car chose to backfire. There was a loud crack and all hell broke loose.\"

::Flashback::

\"Boy!\"

Harry winced, before making his way into the house. \"Yes Uncle Vernon?\"

\"How dare you!\"

\"Uncle Vernon, I swear I did not make that noise.\"

\"Don\'t you lie to me! That\'s what you said last year and those de-whats-its attacked Dudley!\"


::End Flashback::

\"That was the first time he ever beat me. Then it started happening more often. Sometimes it was for ‘stomping’ down the stairs, or just for causing his bad day at work. It went on like that for about two weeks until he was sacked from work. They said he was too hot tempered and let him go. He came home drunk that night and Aunt Petunia went to stay with her friend. She said he needed to sort himself out before she ever came back. She left Dudley and me there. He came home every night smashed and he would hit me more. The reasons became more and more ridiculous. A lot of times it was for breathing too loud or walking too fast.\" He stopped and took a shaky breath. After taking a gulp of water, he continued. \"Then one day it got worse. He came into my cupboard while I was sleeping and threw me into the kitchen. He started yelling about making Petunia leave him, saying it was all my fault, and I should make up for it or something like that...\"

\"Go on Harry. It\'s ok\"

Harry covered his eyes and sobbed. \"No it\'s not Hermione. How could he!? It couldn\'t have been my fault!\"

\"Harry. Harry calm down. Please.\"

\"I can\'t Hermione. He\'s such a pig. A sick fucking pig. He- he picked me up by the shirt and bent me over the table. I thought he was going to beat me again. He pulled down my trousers and-\"

\"Oh God no.\"

\"He raped me.\" he whispered.

\"Oh Harry. I\'m so sorry. You should have owled us.\"

\"I couldn\'t. He read every letter I got, and then watched over my shoulder and told me what to write. So that\'s why I try not to talk to anyone. I was so afraid that people would be able to tell just by looking at me... I wouldn\'t be able to stand it if people pitied me. And I was so scared that people may even think the opposite. That they\'d be disgusted with me. I\'m supposed to be this big hero and save the world, but here I am, my uncle\'s personal sex toy. And that\'s what I was for the rest of the summer. Sometimes he\'d even bring men home with him and they\'d pay him for my ‘services’. He even let Dudley ‘play’ with me a few times.\"

\"So what happened Harry? Why are you in here?\"

Harry cast his eyes downward. \"While I was at the Dursley\'s I kept a diary. I wrote in it every day I could, and if I missed one I would write about it in the next entry. I\'ve still been writing in it over the school year. It helps me to sort through all of my thoughts and stuff. Well in potions I thought I\'d lost it. Turns out one of the Slytherins had taken it.\"

\"Oh no. Harry what happened?\"

\"Well a group of them cornered me in the hall when I went for a walk that night. The Marauder’s Map had been in there and I had forgotten to clear it. My wand was barely in my hand when Zabini disarmed me. I didn\'t know like four of the people there but Blaise Zabini and Crabbe and Goyle were there. They forced me into this old classroom. And...

::Flashback::

\"What\'s this Potter?\" Harry immediately recognized the black book.

\"Give that back Zabini!\"

\"Well well well. It seems like the golden boy isn\'t so golden after all. Living as a whore over the summer. Who would’ve thought?\"

Harry shook his head and struggled against the two boys holding him against the wall. Unfortunately Crabbe and Goyle were not as weak as they were thick. \"Just give me the book Zabini.\"

Blaise shook his head. \"I\'m afraid I can\'t do that. You see, I rather like this book. I think I\'m going to keep it. Besides, it gave me some good ideas.\"

Harry instantly stilled visibly paling. He hesitated, unsure about the meaning to those words. \"W- What do you mean?\"

The taller boy smirked and stepped closer. \"Why Harry, I thought you were supposed to be bright.\" He stalked closer until he was practically pressed full against him. Harry shifted his head sideways and Blaise brought his hand up to held his chin in place. \"Yes, you are so sweet.\" And he brought his mouth down on the other boys roughly. Harry gasped at the sudden intrusion and his open mouth was immediately filled with an insistent tongue.

When finally, the tan youth pulled back, Harry gasped for breath. \"Gods, don\'t do this. Please just let me go and I won\'t tell anyone what happened here I swear.\"

\"No. I don\'t think you will even if I don\'t stop. I\'ve seen how much you talk to all of your friends. No you see, I\'ve wanted to do this for a long time. We all have.\"

Harry\'s head whipped around. All of them!? They couldn\'t do that. He would never last.

He began to fight again with three times more vigor. He couldn\'t let them do this! He didn\'t see the first fist fly but he made up for it with the pain. The next few minutes were a flurry of fists and feet until someone finally yelled \"Stop! We want him conscious for this.\"

Crabbe and Goyle lifted him up and lay him on the table face down, legs dangling off the edge. His feet barely reached the ground and the table edge dug into his hips. He tried to get back up but someone just pushed him right back down. “Boundarious!” was called from behind him and he found each of his legs tied to opposite table legs. It was then that the reality of his situation sunk in. He felt someone behind him just before he felt something sharp pressing into the side of his hip at the waist line. There was a tearing noise and the rush of cold air on the side of his leg made him shiver. The procedure was then repeated on the other side and then the knife handed off to a boy Harry didn\'t know. It took his muddled mind a few moments to realize that he was now laid bare for the contents of the room to view.

\"And now to take the Boy-Who-Lived.\" Harry felt hands rub the smooth skin of his backside caressing and then moving to spread his cheeks. He could sense the tingle behind his eyes as the tears prickled to the surface. He closed them quickly in attempt to stem the flow.

They shot open again when he felt a cold probing finger sliding down the cleft of his arse and circling around his entrance. \"Please. Please please...\"

\"Please what Potter?\" Blaise breathed into his ear from behind. \"Tell me what you want.\"

\"Stop. Please stop.\"

Blaise chuckled quietly and leaned back. \"What don\'t you want me to do Harry? Maybe this?\" Harry grunted as Blaise thrust his dry finger into him. Pain leaked from his enrance to every nerve ending he possessed. Soon another finger was added and another shortly after that. The tears he had been trying to hold back cascaded down his face. A few more moments and Blaise pulled back, pulling his fingers from Harry.

The soft click of a buckle told Harry Blaise’s pants were being removed. Feeling the probing hands move down his back to stop at his backside, he squeezed his eyes shut. The hands part his cheeks once again and something much larger was placed at his entrance. He had just enough time to take a deep shaky breath before it was forced out of him in a piercing scream as he was impaled viciously.

Harry whimpered with every thrust, occasionally crying out. He could feel the skin at his entrance tear and the blood trickling down the inside of his thighs. After what seemed like hours but could only have been a few minutes, Blaise spent himself inside the wizarding world\'s hero. He pulled out with a sickening pop and stepped back.

A little breathlessly he said, \"I hope you boys don\'t mind sloppy seconds.\"

They all snickered and one of the kids Harry didn\'t know stepped forward. He already had his pants off in anticipation and he was much larger than Blaise. Once he was pressed up against Harry\'s opening he slowly slid inside groaning as he did so. \"Gods, he\'s still so tight.\" he groaned.

And then it began all over. After this kid was done, he moved to Harry\'s face and shoved himself into his mouth as two more took him together from behind. At this point he could take no more pain and everything went black.

::End Flashback::

By the time Harry had finished his story, Hermione was crying hysterically. Madam Pomfrey heard the noise and bustled in. \"Ms. Granger. You should have come and gotten me when Mr. Potter awoke. I must insist you leave. There are many things I must discuss with him.\"

Hermione nodded wiping her eyes. She gave Harry a quick kiss and left the Hospital Wing.

\"Now Mr. Potter, I must give you a quick look-over. Would you mind lifting your gown for me dear?\" Harry hesitated slightly but did as he was asked. Madam Pomfrey ran her eyes up and down Harry\'s yellow torso down to his legs (one bandaged). \"Do you think you will be able to turn onto your stomach?\"

\"I think so.\" Once he was situated on his aching front, he heard the medi-witch tut. \"Is something wrong?\"

\"It seems that none of my magic has any effect on you. Only salves and potions work properly.\"

\"So let\'s do that.\"

\"Well there\'s a little problem. You may not feel it now, due to the numbing potion now in effect, but you have severe anal damage. There was a lot of tearing. Very painful. But you will feel it if I need to... apply a salve to the area needing it.\"

Harry buried his head into the pillow. Great. He nodded slowly. \"If you\'re asking for my permission you have it.\"

Madam Pomfrey sighed and pulled down his gown covering his body. \"What you feel will be somewhat uncomfortable. I will need to apply the salve by hand. It will mend the tearing and heal the bruising leaving a burning sensation. I can do nothing for the burning, which will last about 10 minutes.\"

Harry just nodded again, not trusting his voice not to crack.

\"I will be right back.\" She said as she bustled out of the room.

After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, the door opened and Professor Snape glided in, followed by a black-eyed Draco Malfoy. \"Sit.\" he ordered. And walked into Pomfrey\'s office. Harry watched all of this silently and watched the young blonde git from the corner of his eye.

Come to think of it he hadn\'t been a git since fifth year. He had actually been pretty civil. He had ignored Ron every time he tried to provoke him in the corridors and didn\'t call Hermione a mudblood. As a matter of fact he hadn\'t been doing anything he used to. He sat in the back of class, barely talked to any of his \"friends\", and didn\'t pick on anyone anymore. No definitely not a git.

\"What happened to you Malfoy?\"

Draco looked up startled. \"Granger started yelling at Zabini and got all the Gryffindors and Slytherins involved. They pulled out their wands and I tried to stop them.\" he shrugged. \"Guess this is what I get.\"

\"She didn\'t!\"

\"She did Potter. There was this big screaming match in the dungeons. I don\'t think any of the Gryffindors knew what they were fighting about but they were all there to back her.\"

\"And the Slytherins did?\"

Draco looked down at his shoes. \"Zabini, Smith, Holmes, and White have been bragging about it for two days now. Said a load of nasty rubbish, they did.”

Harry could feel the tears fighting to reach the surface once again. \"Great. And I\'ll bet everyone\'s so happy. Harry Potter got buggered by a group of Slytherins. Perfect isn\'t it?\"

Draco shook his head. \"They\'re all sick. You shouldn\'t let them think they\'ve broken you.\"

\"Well there\'s not much I can do. They have my diary-\"

\"Uh... not exactly.\"

Harry\'s head shot up. \"What do you mean?\"

Draco\'s hand disappeared into his robes and re-appeared a moment later, book in-hand. \"I kinda... confiscated it. Here.\"

Harry took the book from the blonde and opened it. It was the same one he had written in over the summer. He looked back up at the other boy. \"Why?\"

Draco gave a slight smile. \"Not every Slytherin hates you Potter.\"

Just then Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape made their way back into the room. Madam Pomfrey walked over to Draco and handed him a phial with green liquid. \"Here Mr. Malfoy. This will get rid of the swelling and the bruising. Now if you two don\'t mind, I need to tend to my patient in private.\"

Draco nodded, stood up, and walked out the door, followed quickly by Professor Snape.

Harry watched Madam Pomfrey put on some white rubber gloves and open a phial with crimson liquid inside. He gulped.