Disclaimer: I am not JKR, I am not even female. The characters and canon events do not belong to me, some non-canon events also do not belong to me, but to other fan fic authors, as there are several things I have probably stolen from other stories (consciously or unconsciously) so to those authors who recognize elements from their stories this is not a blatant attempt to steal from you, but an acknowledgement of your great writing, which I use to try to make mine better.

Be aware that this will not be my primary story for updates until I finish Salvation, but this idea popped into my head and wouldn't go away, so I figured what the heck. Also I wanted to work on something else for a while so I don't burn myself out on the primary story.

P.S.-sorry for the long disclaimer but I wanted to cover all angles.

Note: This fic starts at the end of "Order of the Phoenix", all events before this fic takes place are the same, but as you are about to see this fic is very much AU after that, basically throw away the HP storyline after the battle at the Ministry of Magic.

Warning: This is not a pleasant fic, there is torture, a scene of forced rape early on, a lot of pain to various characters (physically, and mentally), as well as a few explicit sexual situations scattered through out. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Cah11 humbly presents:

Sacrifice and Redemption

Chapter 1: Brocken

*Dumbledore brandished his wand in one long, fluid movement - the snake, which had been an instant from sinking its fangs into him, flew high into the air and vanished in a wisp of dark smoke. The water in the pool rose up and covered Voldemort like a cocoon of molten glass - for a few seconds Voldemort was visible only as a dark, rippling, faceless figure, shimmering and indistinct upon the plinth, clearly struggling to throw off the suffocating mass. Then he was gone, and the water fell with a crash back into its pool, slopping wildly over the sides, drenching the polished floor.

"MASTER!" Screamed Bellatrix.

Sure it was over, sure that Voldemort had decided to flee, Harry made to run out from behind his statue guard, but Dumbledore bellowed, "Stay where you are Harry!"

For the first time Dumbledore sounded frightened. Harry could not see why. The hall was quite empty but for themselves, the sobbing Bellatrix still trapped under her statue, and the tiny baby Fawkes croaking feebly on the floor, and then Harry's scar burst open. He knew he was dead; it was pain beyond imagining, pain past endurance. He was gone from the hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry did not know where his body ended and where the creature's began. They were fused together, bound by pain, and there was no escape -*

Then the creature spoke to Harry in his mind.

"Harry Potter, I am going to kill you, but before I do, there is something I want to show you. I am sure you have always wondered what happened the night that you 'defeated' me, the night your parents died. Well I am going to show you right now, I bet no one ever told you that before I killed your mother, I defeated her in a duel, and then raped her, right there in front of you. Ah Harry, if she had not been a necessary death I may have kept her for my own as a sex slave. She was a mudblood after all, and better for nothing else, now here's the memory that I am referring to."

Over the course of the next half an hour, Harry was subjected to the worst mental torture he had ever endured. This was beyond the scale of anything he had ever experienced, it even made Snape's Occlumency lessons seem like therapy sessions.

The memory started with Voldemort walking up the stairs in Harry house, as he reached the top floor, there was a scream, and a door down the hallway slammed. The memory of Voldemort moved to the door and pointing his wand at it hissed, "Bombarda Maxima," blowing the door open.

Lily had been blown backward as the door was reduced to splinters and fell to the floor. Standing hastily, Lily began to swish and slash her wand, sending jinxes and hexes at Voldemort at an impressive rate. But for all her skill, Voldemort simply had more power at his disposal. Voldemort ended the duel with a wave of his wand that cast an ice blue curse.

Lily tried to shield the spell, but it simply ran right through her shield and impacted her chest. She flew across the room, and landed in a heap. Voldemort glided over to her slumped form and stopped a foot from her. Lily shook her head, trying to clear the cob webs that seemed to have been spun there from the impact with the wall. Once she had, she looked up at Voldemort's haughty form, put on a defiant face and said "Fine, kill me Voldemort, strip me of my life, I'll be with my husband again. Do it."

Voldemort seemed to be appraising her body before raising his wand and saying, "Not yet, soon, but first." And with a wave of his wand Lily was suddenly standing. Lily gasped as she felt her body move without her volition. She felt her hands run from her sides up her chest to her breasts. Slowly her legs began to carry her toward Voldemort, who had moved back to the other side of the room. Her hips began to sway from side to side in a seductive manner, and her hands were still roaming sensuously over her body, all completely without her direction. As she reached the middle of the room, her hands moved down to the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it over her head, and Lily cried out as she realized what Voldemort intended to do with her before he killed her. Lily struggled, but she had lost her wand when Voldemort's spell had thrown her across the room and could not break the spell's power over her body. Lily's hands continued to remove various pieces of clothing as her body was forced to dance to an unheard tune known only to it. Soon she was completely naked and standing in front of Voldemort. She was crying as she felt the spell on her body force her to kneel down in front of Voldemort. Her hands moved forward and untied the outer robe he was wearing, soon her traitorous body had divested Voldemort of his robes and he stood naked in front of her. Suddenly she felt her body move forward and the spell seemed to take even more control of her body as she did so. She tried to fight the spell again as she continued to lean forward, but she could not without her wand. Unlike James or Dumbledore, she had never had a strong affinity to wandless magic. As she took the Dark Lord's length in her mouth, tears began to streak down her face at the forced entry to her mouth.

As soon as Voldemort felt he had been sufficiently aroused in this manner, he caused the spell to force her to release him and stand up. Once she did so, he turned her around with the spell and made her bend at the waist until she was bent at a 90 degree angle. Next he caused her to spread her legs as far as she humanly could while still standing. Lily cried out as Voldemort entered her from behind, the shout was more from pain than disgust, though that was present too. The pain was from the fact that Voldemort had not bothered to arouse her with his spell, and she was definitely not turned on by the idea of being raped by her husband's killer. Lily simply stayed where she was, tears falling from her face as Voldemort used her body for his twisted enjoyment. Soon she felt him climax in her and then the tip of his wand was pressed to the back of her neck.

"Goodbye Lily Potter" Voldemort whispered.

As the wand tip glowed green, Lily closed her eyes and quickly sent two prayers. One was to James's spirit for forgiveness that she had not been strong enough to resist Voldemort, and that he had violated her to such a degree. And a second to God praying that what she was about to invoke would work.

Here the memory ended. Leaving Harry and the red eyed creature still wrapped around each other in what Harry now recognized as his mindscape.

"Now Potter, it is time to die." Hissed the creature, and the coils around Harry began to tighten. But a fury unlike any Harry had ever felt before consumed him. This beast had raped his mother, he had not just killed her he had raped her before he did so.

Voldemort was in the process of killing the boy when suddenly the boy was no longer there, when Voldemort tried to find where he had gone, he ran into walls of emotion that stopped him cold. He rammed against the walls, but when he did so, he felt such pain that his mental construct spasmed out of control. Soon he was surrounded by the painful emotions. Voldemort cried out as a part of his mental construct slipped into the wall of emotion and dissolved. In his panic Voldemort tried to escape the boys mind through the scar connection through which he had first entered, but found the painful emotions covered that exit too. Soon the walls of emotion began to close in on the Dark Lord and he screamed out into the mental ether as parts of his mental construct and his very conscious itself was slowly dissolved. Soon there was nothing left but the portion of construct devoted to memory, and before Harry dissolved that he spoke, malice in every word, "Now, Voldemort, it is your turn to die, goodbye." And with that Harry dissolved that last traces of Voldemort from his mind.

As soon as this was done, Harry anger suddenly disappeared to be replaced with fear, cold, numbing thought suppressing dread. No one had ever told him the whole truth about his mother death, they were only trying to protect him, but Harry was not completely sane at this point and did not think of this. He only thought of the fact that the ones he had trusted had betrayed him. He didn't know whom to trust, therefore, he would not leave his mind, ever again. He would remain here, in this sanctuary until he died. Harry was determined that the world would never again see the Boy-Who-Lived, at least not conscious.

Outside Harry's mind

Dumbledore watched with sadness as he witnessed Harry shuddered and trembled with the force of whatever Tom was showing him. He was powerless to remove Tom from Harry's mind as even though Dumbledore could perform exorcisms. Voldemort was not a ghost or other spirit and therefore possessed enough power to resist the soul banishing magic.

Suddenly Harry froze and Tom's body appeared in the hall lying next to Harry's. Dumbledore's heart soared at the sight thinking that meant that Harry had successfully ejected Voldemort from his mind and they could now capture him.

As Dumbledore moved forward however he noticed that Harry was still breathing, Tom did not appear to be. Running over to his former student, Dumbledore felt at Tom's neck for a pulse, but found none. This puzzled Dumbledore, he had not thought it was possible for Harry to have amassed the kind of power required to kill a mental attacker, but apparently he had.

Looking over, Dumbledore expected to see Harry waking up, in a state of hysteria at worst and joyful victory at best. What he had not expected was no reaction, no change of any kind at all to the ejection of Voldemort from his mind. Fearing that Harry was mentally damaged from the fight, Dumbledore bent over the boy and placing a hand on Harry's head extended a gentle legitimacy probe toward the boys mind. What the probe found was an occlumency shield the like of which Dumbledore had never seen. It was way beyond anything Dumbledore had ever experienced. As his probe gently brushed against the barrier, it suddenly reacted violently and without warning. A pain hundreds of timed worse than the Cruciatus overwhelmed his mental probe and the next thing Dumbledore knew he was flying across the Atrium. Reacting quickly, Dumbledore cast a cushioning charm on the far wall seconds before he hit it causing him to bounce off it lightly and fall to the floor in a semi-dignified manner. Standing, he quickly raced back to Harry's side and made to pick him up. But as he was doing so, the fireplaces around the room suddenly flashed green, disgorging aurors, ministry workers, and Minister Fudge into the Atrium. Dumbledore sighed internally; he had wanted to get Harry out of the Ministry before everyone showed up so he could protect Harry from the onlookers due to his present state. He also had wanted to keep Harry from being a Ministry lab rat, as he knew Harry was likely to become. This kind of thing was very rare, for a fifteen year old to defeat a wizard with sixty odd tears of experience over him, and in mental combat too was unheard of. It didn't help that he appeared to be in some kind of comatose state as that would undoubtedly lead to politicians and others with influence trying to manipulate the situation to their benefit.

"Dumbledore, what happened here?" Fudge asked confused, then "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, IS THAT YOU-KNOW-WHO?"

"Yes Fudge, it is." Dumbledore said wearily, "Tom here possessed Harry and met his end within Harry's mind. How this transpired is unclear to even me as Harry mind appears to be protected by an unknown type of occlumency shield that protects his mind completely and rather forcefully ejects anyone foolish enough to attempt a probe into his mind."

"Bull, Dawlish, come here." Fudge ordered.

One of the aurors ran over and Fudge said, "I order you to probe Mr. Potter's mind with legitimacy as is legally permitted under the Nations Protection Act of 1945 in the case of a questionable homicide."

"Yes sir, Dawlish replied before placing a hand on Harry's forehead and closing his eyes. After a few moments however Dawlish screamed and his body was suddenly propelled back several feet, landing in a heap on the floor. Slowly the man shakily stood up and walked back over.

"Well Dawlish," Fudge said looking scared, "What did you find?"

"Dawlish took several deep breaths and said, "Minister, those are the strongest occlumency shields I have ever seen, it was like running full tilt into a steel wall and then being Crucioed a hundred times at once. I wasn't able to gain any information from the boy before he ejected me, not one thing, not so much as a peak at his mind."

"Well then, there's nothing for it, he will have to go to St. Mungos for treatment." Fudge said.

"Are you sure that is wise Cornelius?" Dumbledore asked in one last attempt to save Harry from becoming a medical curiosity. "After all he is a student; he should come back to the Hogwarts infirmary where he can receive care."

"Sorry Dumbledore," Fudge said looking sly, "But as he was injured here at the ministry, and as I don't believe the Hogwarts caretaker is licensed to handle severe mental trauma cases, I believe he should be sent to St. Mungos."

Defeated for now, Dumbledore surrendered Harry to the hands of several healers that had just come through the floo.

'I will save you Harry,' Dumbledore thought, 'I will save you, even if it costs me all of my influence, I will save you for what you have done here today.'

This is nowhere near as long as most of my chapters are, but I figured I needed to end it here for dramatic effect. As stated above, some parts of this fic are not suitable for those under 18, thus the rating, this will hold true for most of, if not all the chapters in this short fic, and this will be a short fic (Perhaps only 7-10 medium length chapters).

Disclaimer: The scene at the beginning marked by * is taken directly from JKR's Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, this scene is not mine, not that I ever tried to claim it.

Post publishing note- this chapter, and everyone after it will be betaed by potterfanchuck, thanks man, you make my gibberish make sense.

Until next time.

Cah11