Disclaimer I don't own anything you recognise from Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling and her wonderfulness owns its all.
"Warnings: M, Abuse, Rape (of a minor), Grey!Harry, Molly, Ron, and Ginny Bashing, Dumbles Bashing, Torture, Kidnaping, Very Powerful Harry, Founders' Heir, Emancipation of Minors, Grey!Malfoys.

Oh God...I feel like I'm dying. Someone save me, anyone please! No one would save a freak like me... These were the last of the broken boy's thoughts before unconsciousness took him into Her gentle embrace. His ebony hair was matted with drying blood, the bloody gash on his left cheek had yet to clot, hence the small pool of crimson his gaunt face was laying in. His bottom lip was split, adding to the growing pool of blood on the dusty floor of the cramped cupboard. Bruises littered his bloodied face, ranging from fading yellows to prominent purples. His pale malnourished naked body was a jumble of angry bruises, gruesome lacerations, and cruel carved words. His back was the worst. Lacerations leaking blood made up most of the spreading pool of scarlet. There was hardly an inch of skin without a mark upon it. The child's right arm was bent at an awkward angle, his ankle swelling with a blueish bruise around it. More bruises were extended around his thin legs, splashes of blacks, blues and purples covering most of the limbs. His breath coming in uneven wheezes, broken ribs making breathing difficult, the dust not helping matters.