As English is not my first language, please bear with me for any spelling, grammar mistakes, though I do try my best.
Warning: This will contain some abuse, rape, violent scenes -acutually for this chapter only; and it will be a slash. So please don't continue of you'll be offended.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K.Rowling and associated parties. I own nothing you'll recognize and am not making any money off this.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Future HP/LV
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Choice - Prologue:
Harry sighed as he heard the door slam close. He opened his eyes cautiously, his hands running through his battered and bruised body to check for any new damages. Damn those traitorous Death Eaters! He licked his dry lips, only to taste the salty flavor of blood. His hands reached for the small bowl of water, careful not to spill a single drop.
At least they were keeping me alive.
Of course, Harry gave them plenty of reasons to. He knew something must be off when Voldemort failed to return at promised time. He should have taken his instruction and taken into hiding then, but he stubbornly decided to wait for three more days.
On the second day the Death Eaters came. Oh yes, he knew every one of them, with Lucius in the lead. He never liked that arrogant Malfoy, even as Voldie showed him his followers through their special link. Although, judging from their near-comically panicked reaction, his presence in the Riddle Manor was well-hidden. By then it was too late to escape, and Harry knew he would not be able to fight all of them alone, however talented he maybe as an eight-year old. He also knew something must be very wrong with Voldie, and he doubted those Death Eaters would keep him alive if his true identity was known.
Harry shivered as he recalled the close call. He'd thrown himself at their feet then, imploring the whereabouts of his "Master." A wry smile crept on his mouth as he imagined how Voldie must react when he heard that; he had told Harry long ago that he'd never be his Master. But, of course, the Death Eaters didn't need to know that. For them, Harry was just another ignorant plaything of their former Lord; probably recently acquired, as none had heard of him before. Just exactly as Harry wanted them to think. It was the only reason he was still alive, although he must admit this plan had its defects, too. He grimaced as he remembered them laughing cruelly and telling him that his Master was not to return. After that, they had kept him as their "pet."
It probably gave those bastards a twisted sense of self-worth and pride; having been able to touch what was their Master's. Harry clutched his fists in humiliation and anger. How dare they kiss him, touch him, and thrust into him? The first few times were especially hard; as despite what he wanted them to believe, he had never done this before. Now he was much "improved;" his body so trained that he reacted automatically to those filthy pigs to Harry's utter disgust. Of course, the pain was still there, and those Death Eaters never refrained from further physical violence. Harry shuddered at the memories and narrowed his eyes; no matter, he would make them pay, every single one of them.
Thus, a thin, small boy fell asleep in his dirty rags, his face grim and full of determination, while the world outside the cold manor rejoiced. Witches and wizards from all over Britain celebrated the fall of Voldemort, the terror that haunted them for nearly twenty years. The war was not yet completely over; but, for the first time, people of the light knew victory was near.
TBC