The Silver, Golden Boy
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
23,326
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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The Boy Who Liveds' Death
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor will I ever own Harry Potter, 'cause if I did then they would all be gay!! But the poems used DO belong to me
To Fly
I wonder what it would be like to fly
To feel the wing beneath my wings
But I will never know
Because the air today is filthy
There is no need for Angels
They are here and crying
The world today even makes Angels cry
Chapter One
The Boy Who Lived’s Death
He couldn't take it anymore, this would be the second time that day, any more and he was sure that he would never be able to walk again. Slowly the whale of a man grunted his release; making the hot seed burn his broken and torn insides. After a few moments, the man got off of his young nephew, making sure to lock the door as he left the young boy to clean up the mess and blood from his dirty, old bed. Once the other man was outside of the door, the young boy managed to get up and slowly make his way to the towel that he kept just for this occasion. Several painful moments passed as he tried to get all the cum, blood, sweat and tears from his abused body. Today had been one of the more sever beatings but he couldn't wait to heal before he made his move, if he didn't make it now then there was a good chance that he wouldn't survive the next month that he had until he was able to go back to his home, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It was something after midnight on his birthday, which was the time that he had been waiting for since he knew for sure that he would have to go back to his muggle relative’s house. Now he could legally do magic, meaning that he could finally relieve himself of his filthy muggle relatives. He knew that he was being watched carefully by both the Order as well as the ministry but neither could do anything but simply ask him to stay, which is something he wouldn't even wish on Voldemort. Quickly and quietly he managed to get his wand from the loose floorboard, with it in his possession, he could finally do the magic he was so desperately missing.
Spending so much time in the infirmary paid off as he now knew several healing charms for minor things as the nurse had taken it upon herself to teach him that way he would spend more time in his dormitory then in her infirmary. He cased the charms upon himself and let out a sigh of relief as no owl came into the room demanding his presence for a trail for doing magic, after all the laws could have changed for all he knew, he wasn't allowed to receive the news anymore; Dumbledore thought it best that nobody knew where he lived after all. After a quick silencing charm he managed to cast a simple Alohamora to break out of the room, carefully making sure his silencing charm was on before making his way down the normally creaky stairs to his old cupboard.
It only took about a minute for him to break into his once safe place and grab his trunk, shrinking it before putting it into his pocket. A single tear made its way down his cheek before he left the house, when he made this plan there was someone else he was going to save, but his birthday was too far away for her to be saved as well. Hedwig was murdered before him a couple weeks before, why he didn't know; all he knew was that once he had the chance they would pay... all of them would pay and he would love every minute of their screams and pleas for forgiveness and mercy while he laughed in their faces.
He knew it was an evil thought but it was true, no more would he be what people wanted him to be; with a silent promise to return Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Golden Boy of Gryffindor walked out of his muggle relatives house and onto what he would soon find out to be his re-shaped destiny. Somewhere between Number 4 Privet Drive and The Leaky Cauldron something happened, and Harry finally realized what it was, Harry Potter died, and in his place stood a boy that was far greater, while he made his way to room number 11 he knew that Voldemort was right, there is no such thing as good or evil, only power and those too weak to seek it... he knew he had power, and now the freedom to use it.
I wonder what it would be like to fly
To feel the wing beneath my wings
But I will never know
Because the air today is filthy
There is no need for Angels
They are here and crying
The world today even makes Angels cry
Chapter One
The Boy Who Lived’s Death
He couldn't take it anymore, this would be the second time that day, any more and he was sure that he would never be able to walk again. Slowly the whale of a man grunted his release; making the hot seed burn his broken and torn insides. After a few moments, the man got off of his young nephew, making sure to lock the door as he left the young boy to clean up the mess and blood from his dirty, old bed. Once the other man was outside of the door, the young boy managed to get up and slowly make his way to the towel that he kept just for this occasion. Several painful moments passed as he tried to get all the cum, blood, sweat and tears from his abused body. Today had been one of the more sever beatings but he couldn't wait to heal before he made his move, if he didn't make it now then there was a good chance that he wouldn't survive the next month that he had until he was able to go back to his home, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It was something after midnight on his birthday, which was the time that he had been waiting for since he knew for sure that he would have to go back to his muggle relative’s house. Now he could legally do magic, meaning that he could finally relieve himself of his filthy muggle relatives. He knew that he was being watched carefully by both the Order as well as the ministry but neither could do anything but simply ask him to stay, which is something he wouldn't even wish on Voldemort. Quickly and quietly he managed to get his wand from the loose floorboard, with it in his possession, he could finally do the magic he was so desperately missing.
Spending so much time in the infirmary paid off as he now knew several healing charms for minor things as the nurse had taken it upon herself to teach him that way he would spend more time in his dormitory then in her infirmary. He cased the charms upon himself and let out a sigh of relief as no owl came into the room demanding his presence for a trail for doing magic, after all the laws could have changed for all he knew, he wasn't allowed to receive the news anymore; Dumbledore thought it best that nobody knew where he lived after all. After a quick silencing charm he managed to cast a simple Alohamora to break out of the room, carefully making sure his silencing charm was on before making his way down the normally creaky stairs to his old cupboard.
It only took about a minute for him to break into his once safe place and grab his trunk, shrinking it before putting it into his pocket. A single tear made its way down his cheek before he left the house, when he made this plan there was someone else he was going to save, but his birthday was too far away for her to be saved as well. Hedwig was murdered before him a couple weeks before, why he didn't know; all he knew was that once he had the chance they would pay... all of them would pay and he would love every minute of their screams and pleas for forgiveness and mercy while he laughed in their faces.
He knew it was an evil thought but it was true, no more would he be what people wanted him to be; with a silent promise to return Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Golden Boy of Gryffindor walked out of his muggle relatives house and onto what he would soon find out to be his re-shaped destiny. Somewhere between Number 4 Privet Drive and The Leaky Cauldron something happened, and Harry finally realized what it was, Harry Potter died, and in his place stood a boy that was far greater, while he made his way to room number 11 he knew that Voldemort was right, there is no such thing as good or evil, only power and those too weak to seek it... he knew he had power, and now the freedom to use it.