Disclaimer: Harry Potter is a property of J.K. Rowling. All copy writes received by her. I'm just trying to get this story out of my head...
Warning: This story contains angst, violence, self harm and sexual situations. RATED K+ /T FOR MOST CHAPTERS.
I will be putting warnings when it's at its highest.
A / N: this is my first story. If you think it isn't interesting, or nor worth it I'm really sorry, because this is my first fan fiction writing. This is set after half blood prince and deathly hollows never happened. And two more things...
*also to all who already started reading this...I've been re-editing some stuff.. the plot won't change... but some details will be added...
* I'm re posting this part... because I've made some critical spelling errors.. sorry about that... and this was pointed out by Anon... thanx for the review.. and I don't think you are being a git... thank you for caring enough to review... I'm not a perfect writer but I would like to be... only thing.. I'm not only focusing on the Arrrgh moments...if you read the whole thing you'll get it.. hope it's not a claptrap though..
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** Dark/ Violence alert... Do not read if you are sensitive..Go on to the next part***
Prologue
The red searing iron sticks were sinking their intense, emanating gruesome smell of burned flesh on the raw wooden table in the corner. Several knives and razor blades in different sizes and cutting edges lay scattered discoloured and clammy with blood.
The metal chair next to the table was now loose with its spiked straps hanging down, greasy redness dried in to its hideous thorns spread across the backrest footrests and armrests in a sickening way. About its armrests, on the floor, were bits of skin and pieces of human nails.. torn out of the fingers of their owner. The metal tongs responsible, hung behind the chair with a set of neck shackles and a whip, trickling lines of thick redness down the wall new and fresh upon its dirty patches.
Looking at the glistening red lines dipping down, he let a tear trickle down his face with a concealed whimper as long fingers slithered along the dozen of needles stick to his naked abdomen. Even a whimper sounded hoarse after hours of screams...
His feet were bare and the trouser from waist to ankle sponged his skin with his own sweat and blood. His glasses were gone.. yet eyes spelled to sight.. to witness his own mutilation...
Metal shackles moved somewhere near and a round faced boy growled angrily pulling his wrists, which were dragged up, hanging him with feet barely touching floor.
'Leave him' he grunted at the blond haired man on the floor who was suffocating the boy who still lived.
The iron hand which held Harry to his captor by neck, tightened.. pressing him ruthlessly to the leather clad body, tearing the oozing welts on his back. He could not suppress the sob .. he knew he couldn't. His nail torn hands hung from his shoulders, useless in protecting him, they bore welts running deep in to his flesh and in to his bones. He was spread loosely leaned to his tormentor's body as forced... as a puppet that moved out of command.
'Leave him alone at least now you bastard!' snarled the voice between shackles...
The long fingers slithered further.. and without a warning they pulled out a four inch spike out of the skin dripping blood. The pain lingered bitterly even after his cry.
'Leave him ALO..ONE' he listened to the hoarse voice again..
'and do exactly what Longbottom?.. The Slithery voice of Lucius Malfoy came beside Harry's ear. '...start with you?' several voices sniggered. 'Harry here knows this is his penance for defying our great lord... Don't you Harry?' Lucius Malfoy brought the needle he plucked out to Harry's face.. drawing curves and lines along the way methodically... drawing blood. Harry whimpered with sobs sweeping his bare feet over the dusty floor.
'for the love you have for the filths of muggles... you are happy to find yourself subjected to their methods until the very end... isn't it Potter?'
Holding down his prays face to his own Malfoy started pushing the four inch needle in to the yet unspoiled cheek, taking his time with pain. Harry struggled weakly, sobbing with gritted teeth, his feet and hands shaking as if in a in a rigid shock of pain. Harry felt the sharp edge of the needle clatter with his teeth inside...and taste of blood inside his mouth keen as he moved.
'Kill him then ...' Neville breathed desperate... 'Isn't it enough what you did to him already?... Let him die'... Malfoy sniggered to Harry's ear..
'You'll like that Harry.. Don't you?.. But alas... we have so many plans aren't we?' death eaters around who were greedily watching laughed...
Malfoy forced Harry forward. the needles pinned in his body pressed in ruthlessly oozing blood down to the waist of his trouser... all he could do was whimper out of his non responsive body.
He felt only half conscious when Malfoy stood up.. dragging his body up.. He hung on Malfoy's frame as a ragged doll. His abdomen flamed as the torn skin stretched as well as the skin in back.
He heard as in a dream Neville shouting again... and Malfoy's provoking voice replying.. yet he couldn't work out their words... he felt Malfoy dragging him forward by a grip on his neck.. But he couldn't walk.. his legs gave away... then Malfoy pushed him down letting him fall on the dozen of pins. He agonizingly felt the sharp edges piercing in and everything was going dark around him... the blessed unconsciousness...
But with a tousle of a cloak he heard Malfoys' slithering voice... 'Hiding away boy..? .. I don't think so...what did we say about resting?' he felt a painful grip pulling his head up by his hair...
'Reviveo ..! Reviveo!
His senses began to focus again as he heard the Neville's protesting cries..
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Well... I warned. Just the prologue.. but if you have comments spit it out...
But do not misunderstand this for a just dark torture. This is not about a torture chamber guys. More to come...