Title: The Dark Lord's Heart.

Author: Daniella Raschilla.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything but a few Galleons, Sickles, and, Knuts.

Genre: Romance/Drama (Will soon be changed to Romance/Adventure)

Rated: M

Summary: After being raped, abused, and mistreated Harry makes a descision that will not only effect himself, but the the entire world. Now on the Dark side, Harry finds some strange feelings in the strangest places. The Dark Lord's Heart.

Pairings: Voldemort/Harry, Draco/Padma, Luna/Neville . . . currently thinking of more . . .

Warning: Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Dumbledore Bashing. Rape, Abuse, Rated Scenes. OOCness!

Time-Line: During Harry's 7th Year. In this chapter, it is December 23.

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Chapter 1. Sick Of It All!

"So, what do you think?" Hermione (one of my best mates) asked. I glanced over at her, smiled, and gave a thumbs up sign. There was going to be a Christmas ball next week (it was suppose to be before Break, but some smart ass decided to trash the Great Hall, so it got canceled), and since Ron was sick, I had to go. She was wearing a strapless, red dress. It ended just a bit up her knee. An elegant belt wrapped around her hips and tied up into a loose, red bow at the side. She gave a twirl and beamed up at me.

"I think that this is the one, Harry!" She squealed. She walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. As soon as the changing room doors closed, I rubbed my cheek furiously with the my sleeve. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her. It's just that she's different. Over the summer, she had started spending time with Ginny, my ex-girlfriend. Apparently, Ginny thought that it was her duty to turn my best mate into an exact replica of her. In other words, a whore. After I broke up with Ginny in sixth year, she began to change. She had decided to sleep with anything that walked. She wore sluttish clothes that showed off far too much cleavage for my likings, and short, short, short skirts and shorts. Hermione wasn't nearly as bad, but she was close. Very close. Ron on the other hand, had decided that nothing was wrong with her, and referred to her as 'An innocent Angel'. An innocent Angel my ass. With that, Ron once again proves how utterly clueless he truly is.

"Hermione, can you hurry up? We have to be at the Burrow at 6:00." I called out. I heard her muffled reply and she walked out wearing a V neck, spaghetti strap, pink tank top that showed off her bellybutton. Underneath, she wore very short, but plain black shorts. I don't know how she and Ginny did it, but they always wore those kinds of clothes during winter. They probably casted a heating spell on the clothes.

"Come on, silly-billy!" She giggled and beckoned me towards her form which was already standing by the door. After cringing inwardly at the name she called me, I trailed after her.

"Harry!" The shrill, blood-curdling cry made me want to peel myself out of my skin. Ginny's freckled arms were soon wrapped around my neck. She giggled softly in my ear and pulled back to kiss both my cheeks. She purposely left her arm around my waist, but I wormed my way out by pulling away and clapping my best mate Ron on the back.

"Ron!" I boomed and laughed when Ron shot me a toothy grin and pulled me into a man-hug. I separated and hugged the rest of the Weasley clan. After a quarter of an hour, we were all sitting outside having dinner. Of course, Mrs. Weasley had casted heating charms before so. Ginny tried to sit next to me, but Fred and George beat her to it. The dinner was strangely quiet for once. I knew why. Percy Weasley had gone over to the Dark Side. Apparently, he thought that we were all slimy fools that worshiped Dumbledor's every step. Percy must have some nerve saying that, considering how Death Eaters kiss their master's shoes like their lives depend on it. They probably did but still, pathetic. Ginny and Hermione were the only ones really talking. Don't judge me, but I was bored so leaned over a bit to eavesdrop.

"Like, oh my god! What happened to Harry?" Ginny whispered excitedly. Hermione quickly glanced over at me.

"I don't know . . . but he sure does look better, right?" Ginny quickly agreed, and gazed lovingly at me. I repressed a shudder.

"His hair is a little messier than usual, but more in that 'Just got shagged' way, hm?" Ginny didn't even bother to keep her voice down. Thankfully, no one was paying attention.

"Yeah . . . and his eyes . . . ooooh his eyes!" The brunette squealed. "The're like emerald green, and whenever he get's angry or frustrated . . . they look like the-"

"Avada Kadavra curse!" Ginny but in and sang. What the fuck is wrong with her? I thought. I mean, is she really comparing my eyes to the very same curse that killed my parents? Honestly, women! The nerd-turned-slut opened her cherry glossed mouth to say something (No doubt something inappropriate), but I turned away disgusted and tuned them out. I glanced over to the twins and saw that they were having a serious discussion with Bill. I furrowed my brows in confusion. Fred+George+Bill=Serious Conversation is impossible. Bill slowly raised the dark red sleeve of his shirt and I caught something black on it before Ginny brought my attention to her.

"Harry, can you go get my Transfiguration book from my room? I need help for a test that McGonagall had hinted on before Christmas Break." The youngest Weasley asked. I nodded, wiped my mouth with a handkerchief, and stood up to leave. As soon as I was in, I glanced out the back door window and heard Ginny.

"Oops! I forgot to tell Harry that I left it in Ron's room. I'll go tell him!" She finished the sentence with a small giggle. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley nodded and let her go.

"Shit . . . " I muttered and ran up the stairs trying to get rid of her. I heard Ginny's heels clanking against the wooden floor. I quickened my pace when I felt someone's arms wrap themselves around my waist.

"Harry. . . Are you trying to get away from me?" She continued when I didn't answer. "Well, you wont get away from me that easily." She pushed me with amazing strength into her room. The back of my knees met the bed and I toppled over. Ginny's warm body was now pressed up against mine.

Rated Scene HERE! Close eyes, and scan down till it's over. P.S. It's my first scene like this, so be kind, and give advice.

"Ginny. . . " I warned when her hands greedily began to unbutton my shirt. She slipped it off my shoulders. I gently pushed at her, but she wouldn't budge. She growled under her breath and pinned me tight. After whipping out her wand, she muttered a spell and soon my hands were bound against the headboard of her pink bed. I struggled wildly, but the ropes were too tight. The-Boy-Who-Lived? More like The-Boy-Who-Got-Raped-By-A-Sixteen-Year-Old-Red-Head-Slut-Who-Also-Happens-To-Be-His-Best-Mates-Sister, I thought bitterly. I decided to let Ginny have her fun, knowing there was no escape.

"Come on, Harry," She purred in my ear. "I'll let you go if you cooperate." I just stiffened and let her do what she wanted. My shirt was now on the floor alongside my belt. She kissed my neck and moaned softly. I repressed a shiver. My body was loving this, but my mind was screaming at me to stop it. She shoved my pants down and smirked at my tight, black boxers. She sat on my stomach and began to slowly take off her green tube top. I closed my eyes tightly and gulped. I heard her mutter a spell and my eyes flew open without my permission. I could not close my eyes for more than a second. I struggled but she just rolled her eyes. Once the top was off fully, she forcefully made me look at her breast. She kissed me passionately and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Slowly, she unzipped her pants and slid them off. Her underwear was red, and lacy like her bra.

"I'll untie you if you cooperate, Harry. Will you cooperate, Harry?" I hesitated but then thought, the sooner it's over, the better. I nodded yes. She smirked and untied me. With shaky hands, I undid her bra. It fell on the bed and she tossed it away carelessly.

"Now . . .suck." She commanded. I put her rose colored nipple in my mouth and sucked hard trying to make it hurt her. Apparently, she enjoyed it 'cause she was moaning above me. I massaged the other one as I did so. After biting it, I did the same to the other. I grit my teeth and set back. Another reason why I wasn't shoving her away was, because she was a Weasley, and she would probably tell Ron that I had raped her or something. She shoved her underwear down and smirked when I swallowed. Curly, red pubic hair was now closer to my face. I swallowed and braced myself

Okaaaaaaaaay! I will not go too far! Rated scene Oveeeeeeeeer! Please tell me if it was alright. If it wasn't, tell me, and I will stop!

I quietly lied in bed and thought over what happened today. I had gone shopping with Hermione, I had dinner with the Weasley, I got raped by the youngest Weasley, Charlie got pranked, and I was currently sleeping in Ron's room. I stared down at the floor and had a sudden flashback.

Another Rated Scene! Sorry Harry, but this involved you being raped by a gorilla rather than a red head

"I'll be back in three hours, honey, and I'll be taking Duddy too." I heard the distance sound of Aunt Petunia's voice. Soon after, the door slammed shut, I braced myself for what was coming. Slowly, my cupboard door creaked open and a large, beefy grabbed the neck of my shirt. Uncle Vernon.

"Boy, up to the master bedroom." He snarled and shoved me up the stairs. I scrambled up and wiped away the hot tears from my eyes and glasses. Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut behind us and threw my glasses out of my hands. After shoving me onto the soft mattress, he began to unbuckle his jeans. After it dropped to the floor, he shoved his large, red boxer down as well. I cringed at the horrendous sight of his member. His shirt hit my face and I tried to hide my face in it, but the smell of his sweat was too much to bare. After practically tearing my clothes off, he positioned me on all fours.

I cried out as I felt Uncle Vernon thrust into me. I screamed and stifled it by biting my lip till it bled. Vernon's thrust soon got harder and faster making the bed ram itself against the wall. I prayed silently to God, Why me? What did I ever do that was wrong? Please, help me! I'm only ten!

Well, S'over! Open up your eyes now kiddies!

I swallowed the thick lump in my throat and wiped away the hot tears gathering at the corner of my eyes. Why me? I thought. I glanced at my muggle watch (It was charmed to work anywhere) and saw that it was 4:00 AM. Flashbacks rushed through my mind like muggle films on fast-forward. Uncle Vernon, and Ginny aren't the only people who raped me. There were many others: Stan, Kurt Rill (A Friend of Lupin's), Seamus Finnegan, John Weasley (Ron's second cousin), Terry Boot, etc. etc. You know, sometimes I want to leave the Light. It seems as though they only want me to save their world, and become their toy. I bet the Dark would treat me at least a bit better. No! I thought, Never, ever, never think of that against, Harry James Potter. My mind was thinking that, but my heart said different.

The next day, I was sitting outside on the porch bundled up in jacket and heating charms that Mrs. Weasley had put on me before I left. I stared up into the ink black sky and tried to count the trillions of stars out there. As you guessed, I failed miserably. I buried my head in my hands and sighed. The whole day I had refused to be in a five foot radius from a certain red-head. Ever since yesterday, she stared winking at me whenever she caught my eye. Every single time she winked, I sneered and cursed her in my mind.

"Harry?" I heard a soft voice behind me. I stiffened realizing who it was.

"What Ginny?" I spat and glared at her. She bit her lip and smiled at me hesitantly. She captured my hands in hers.

"Didn't you enjoy yesterday?" she asked in a sickly sweet voice. I snarled my answer back in her face. Her freckled face was looking shocked and outraged before she quickly composed it. She crawled into my lap and smiled up suggestively.

"How about we do it again, hm? Just to freshen up your memory?" I gave an outraged cry at her words.

"Yeah right, Ginny! In your fucking dreams!"

"Harry? Are you sure you're alright?"

"No . . . You know what? I'M NOT! I'M JUST EVERYBODY'S FUCKING WHORE, AREN'T I?" I stood up after shoving her roughly off me. Her face was hurt. I controlled the rest of my temper and strode off.

"Harry? Where are you going?" She squealed and ran after me. Her claw like nails gripped my arms, but I just ripped my arm out of her reach.

"Don't touch me, Ginny."

"Ha-"

"I SAID DON'T TOUCH ME!" She shrank back in fear. I glared fiercely at her for a while before walking away.

"Alright, but just tell me where you are going, and if you will come back!" She yelled after me.

"I don't have a clue where I am going, Ginny, and maybe, just maybe I will." I said, but I thought different for one question. Voldemort . . .That's who I'm going to . . . I'm sorry, and I'm switching sides. I'm bloody sick of it! Sick of it all!

DONE! Please R&R on my story! Give advice, and constructive criticism. If you flame, I will just get my dog to pee on a fluffy towel till it's heavy and dripping, bundle it up, and throw it at your face.

Daniella Raschilla, But Call Me Ella!

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