Disclaimer:
Do not own Harry Potter. This takes place during Harrys sixth year.
Warning contains abuse, self harm and in later chapter bdsm and a master slave relationship.
Excited yet?
Harry sat in the bathroom stall. Hiding. He pushed the blade against the skin of his forearm. He pulled the blade through leaving a train of blood in its wake. A wave of relief washed over him as he watched the blood drip down. He felt useless and pathetic, this helped. He had only started cuttig this summer, and the first time had been an accident.
Uncle Vernon was screaming at him, " Freak, waste of space... deserves to die..." Harry had rushed to his room, his wrist had snagged on a broken piece of the dresser. He looked down at his bleeding wrist. It felt good, but more importantly he felt! He felt nothing but that pain for those few brief moments and it was bliss. He started cutting ever since.
Harry cut three more times before leaving the bathroom. He pocketed the blade, making sure to keep it close in case he needed it. Potions was his next class. Which usually would be hell but Professor Snape was teaching defense this year. He felt a little relief, maybe he could get a decent grade this year.
He entered the potions class only then realizing he had no book. Professor Slughorn told him not to worry and just grab an old copy from the cupboard. As Harry leafed through the old book he saw markings in the margine. Comments, changes to potion recipes, and scrolled on the back page was a name Property of the Half-Blood Prince. Half-Blood prince? Harry wondered who that could have been. He wondered if it were a real prince? But no he couldnt imagine so.
Harry decided to follow the margines comments and changes. Clearly someone had gone to great lengths to make these changes. And he was bad enough at potions he didnt think it mattered. But to Harry's surprise his potion was turning out, perfectly in fact. The books changes werent always drastic, stir four times instead of three. 3 1/2 spider legs instead of 4, but it was making a world of the difference. He was getting exactly the right results. As the potions class was ending, Harry had brewed a perfect potion. Literally perfeft, not even Hermione had gotten the colour just so. Professor Slughorn patted Harry on the back, " well done Mr. Potter." He could feel Hermione's eyes on the back of his head, no doubt wondering how the hell he manged to brew a perfect potion, while in the years past he couldnt even brew the simpilist of things.
Harry made a silent vow to keep the book secret. He wanted to be the golden boy everyone thought he was. Only he knew differently. Only he knew that he was pathetic and useless, but if he could fool everyone for a little while longer maybe he'd be ok.
Class ended and Hermione walked along side him. "How'd you do it Harry?" Hermione looked puzzled, " its not that i dont have faith in you or anything but you've always had trouble in potions." She walked along Harry clearly wanting some sort of explaination. He considered telling her about the book, but decided not, this was his saving grace and he wanted it for hinself.
"I just followed the textbook, 'Mione. Maybe its just the fact i dont have Snape breathing down my neck for once." He smiled at hus friend hoping his lie had worked. Well it wasnt really a lie not having Snape for potions was a blessing in itself. He had him for defense tho and he could only imagine the hells he'd bring there. Hermione smiled at him accepting the lie.
"We still have Snape for defense. What will you do then."
But Harry didnt have Defense till tomorrow so today he was just gunna keep flying with his good feelings. "Ill deal with him as it comes," they laughed together. Harry was surprised as lunch rolled around and he hadnt even taken his blade out yet. He felt proud, maybe this year was going to be different.
Unfortuneately it wasnt. Malfoy decided then to burst Harrys bubble. Harry and Hermione were chattering about little nonsense, when he ran into Malfoy. They collided on a crumble of the floor. Malfoy fumed! "Watch where you're going freak!" He shoved Harry and strood off with this group of friends. It shouldnt have hurt so much. This was Malfoy! He was an arse, and cruel always had been. But Harry couldnt focus on anything. Just one word. Freak...freak...freak...freak...freak. Harry repeated the word over and over. He felt the familiar itch, he could feel the warmth of the blade in his pocket. He needed it NOW.
"Harry? Harry!" Hermione was shaking him, he was still on the floor. "Harry, are you alrigjt?"
He jumped up dusting himself off, " ya im alright." He looked around he saw a few fourth years watching but otherwise they were alone, not too many people saw.
"You ready for lunch Harry?" Ron bounded around the corner out of breath clearly had been running from the common room. Ron smiled as he came upon his friends. Hermione greated back his smile, " ya we were on our way there actually until we ran into Malfoy," Hermione babbled on and on.
Harry wasnt listening anymore. All he could think about was the blade. He needed to cut. Needed to let the pain out. He felt a shake, he looked up at Ron, "you coming mate, you seem all outta of sorts how hard did you hit Malfoy," he chuckled.
"Um... no i just remembered i have to be some where. Ill see you guys later." And with that Harry bounded back up a stair case, looking for the bathrooms. He needed it, now.
Harry dove into the bathroom stall and locked it. He ripped up the sleeve of his robe. He pushed his blade up high o his arm and sliced. He felt tears prick his eyes. But it was ok, pain he felt the pain. He felt alive. He made another cut. Freak! He was a freak. Just look at him hiding in a stall cutting himself. The pain. Overwhelmed him. He needed something more. He pulled up his shirt pressing the blade against his ribs he pulled it across. The spot had been so sesitive. Harry gasped. It felt amazing. He put the blade back in his pocket and just sat there. Almost as if he was high, he let the pain subside before getting up. He fixed his robes, made sure everything was in place. No one need know what he did here. As he left the bathroom he felt his robes brush against his chest. Against the cut he made. It was a dull reminder he was alive and he liked it.
Harry saw that it was almost time for Divinations. An easy class, Harry headed toward the tower.
To defeat the Dark ones Fame
True love will be the one to tame,
Between the love of each mans touch
A power will be bound too such.
A Master in the Servants eyes.
A dominant, to the submissive side.
Each half to make a whole,
Secrets held will be untold
A perfect match to save us all.
If each is found before ends time,
There will be light on either side.
Harry repeated the phrase over and over again. Divinations had not been what he had hoped. It had been the middle of class when Professor Trelawney focused on him and repeated the phrase three times. Before snapping out her "trance" as if nothong had ever happened. The entire class was staring at him, Hermione scibbled furously trying to capture every word the Professor said
Harry felt overwhelmed what did all this mean. He pushed his hands in His pocket trying to make himself feel smaller. The blade poked his hand. A sharp little pain. Harry felt instant relief and pushed harder. Class eneded soon after.
Hermione, Ron and him sprinted back to the common room. Hermione threw the parchment she had written on down on the table.
"Blimey Harry what the bloody hell does this mean?" Ron spoke breathelessly. Harry just stared at the paper. He had no idea what the hell this meant. But Hermiine was amazing as usual.
"Its obvious isnt it?" She chirpped.
The boys just stared at her mouths gaping, rolling her eyes, "oh come on!" She sat down ushering for the boys to do the same. They all sat waiting for Hermione to explain.
"Well we will go line by line ok?" They nodded in agreement. "Ok well look, to defeat The Dark ones fame, thats Voldemort right? Next line is true love will be the one to tame, sooo it means true love will defeat Voldemort..."
"It cant be that simple!" Interupted Ron.
"Will you let me finsh Ronald!" Sighing she continued, " a power will be bound too such, this means who ever Harry's true love they will invoke a bond together. They will share a power to defeat Voldemort. What is so hard to understand about that, see easy."
" but what about this Master, Servant thing ' Mione?" Its the first words Harry spoke since they enterwd the common room. Both friends looked at him.
She blushed, " well i assume something like that you will discover once you find your true Mate. Whoever the lucky guy is."
"Guy? Jeez 'Mione cant he like a Witch?" Ron sneered.
"Honestly Ronald can you not read, says right there mans touch."
"But Harry doesnt fancy blokes," suddenly Ron spun towards Harry, "wait do you?"
Harry felt his face go deep red. "Well i never gave it much thought really, but its not like im repulsed by girls, or anything. But ya if i think about it maybe. I guess i am if the proficey says so." He let a low chuckle escape his throat it was more saddness than anythig. Nothing was ever easy. Here he was getting told he preferred men by a profecey his teacher said. How more fucked up could his life be.
"I wonder which you are the dominant or the submissive." Ron laughed. Harry thought about it. He pictured himself dominating someone and it didnt feel very right. But being a submissive? Harry wasnt weak. He didnt just submit.
"He's obviouly the submissive Ron," Hermione spoke as if she was reading his kind, "im sorry to say Harry i do think your the submissive. You dont stand up for your self very much. You will stick up for other people sure. But your very guarded and too friendly." She laughed, "your too sweet to be dominant. But your love will be opposite you in many ways. He will be strong at things you arent. Or somethig like that." She smiled.
Harry had to smole at that. "So your telling me 'Mione that my true love is going to be some terrifying brute who everyones scared of?"
Ron snorted, "maybe your true loves Snape," they all laughed really hards at that. It felt good to laugh about something so ridiculous. Harry never imagined in a million years that Ron would habe been right.