Life With a Psychopath
Chapter 1
"Hurry up boy," Harry shivered at the pure malice in his uncles voice.
He quickly pulled the last of the weeds out of the flower garden- not wanting to further enrage Vernon; his punishment for being slow was already to the point of getting bones broken.
Harry strained to stand, his week bones barely holding up his malnourished thin body. Every step he took was a struggle, made only by his will power to not increase his looming punishment.
Carefully opening the back door he stepped into the took note of the fact that his relatives were in the living room-TV blasting. Hope blossomed; perhaps he could sneak to his cupboard, and elude his punishment. he quickly smothered the tiny shred; he was not going to allow myself to get discouraged. That being said he wasn't going to just waltz in there and ask to be beaten. he quietly wiped his feet before making his way to his cupboard.
He slowly closed the cupboard door behind him to decrease the noise, letting out a nearly inaudible sigh. It seemed that he thwarted his beating, for now anyway. He nearly cried when his aunt let out a blood curling scream- what had he done this time. He was frozen with fear at the sound of his uncle's heavy footsteps making their way to his door. The door was then ripped open by an enraged Vernon, his face was an ugly red and there was a large vain throbbing on his forehead, telling Harry he was immensely enraged.
The light from the hallway immediately told him he was doomed; he could see a thin trail of blood. he hadn't noticed one of his recent wounds reopened, dripping blood on petunia's clean carpet.
Vernon then harshly kicked his shin, making his legs give out; he fell to the floor, blood already forming a puddle. A blow was then delivered to his ribs, making him gasp for air before a kick to the head lead darkness to consume him.
He awoke in the freezing cold, barely able open his eyes. He fought a headache examining his surroundings, deducting that he was outside. he laid there for a couple minutes trying to make sense of my situation, before remembering the recent events.
Groaning he tried to sit up, only to fall to the ground as pain nearly made him pass out. After several careful tries he painfully sat up. It was only then that he realized he was wet, and by the dim light of the street lamp it appeared to be a mixture of blood and water-cold water. Harry didn't know much about medical care, but from the little he had gained from petunia's medical shows, he knew that if he didn't do something he was going to freeze to death, what was that called, oh ya, hypothermia.
he decided to go to the only haven he had- the park. Although he had several beatings from Dudley there it was the only place he knew to go. He remembered seeing a blanket there, left for unknown reasons, it was his only chance at keeping warm, and after all he didn't want to die of hypothermia.
Gathering his little strength and will power,he forced himself to stand. Shivering from pain, and the cold he struggled to my feet. It was only to his utter amazement that his legs didn't give out.
Forcing himself to take a step, he nearly yelped as pain shot through his entire body. Again his need for survival forced him to go on. he cringed and suppressed a yelp at every step. Reaching his destination he scanned the dimly lit park, there was 3 faded yellow swing sets, a green teeter-totter, and a structure connecting metal monkey-bars and a large dark blue slide, with a wooden bridge. Immediately noticing the dark purple bundled up blanket near the slide, nearly crying with joy, he half stumbled, half crawled to the large slide- where underneath the blanket dwelled. He slowly removed his blood and water soaked baggy hand-me-downs before wrapping himself in the blanket, marveling in the warm protection he slipped into unconsciousness.
he slowly opened his eyes, only to be confused; it was still dark why had he woken up? he fought past his fuzziness to scan his surroundings, only to whimper at the pain as he lifted my head, he then noticed a group of people- now he knew why he woke up, they were about fifteen feet away. he immediately regretted the whimper as they all turned to his direction. Shit.
"Of course I'm not dead," sneered Tom "did you honestly think a two year old could defeat me."
"Forgive me lord, but if I may ask how did you survive?" boldly questioned Pettigrew.
he momentarily debated whether to answer or torture the rat for his question; seeing the scarred look on the rats face he decided to answer- he would torture him later. "I did cast a killing curse that rebounded," he ignored the sigh from the rat at his decision "however it did not kill me, it instead caused a massive explosion. After healing I decided to allow the silly rumor of my death, deciding it would be the ultimate test for my death eaters," he smirked maliciously as the rat paled; having discovered he failed the test- and it would not go unpunished.
"Now for the reason of my arrival," he paused, making sure all my Death Eaters were listening. "I am collecting ingredients for a ritual," he decided to leave out that the ritual would allow him to create shi magic, magic that would immediately torture anyone he wanted-to the point of death just by touching them. "I have arranged this meeting to assign you your item to collect," he watched as they drank in every word. "Bellatrix you will collect the souls of sixteen muggles, hence why were in a muggle town," he gave Bellatrix a silver lighter looking device to collect the souls in, she knew how to use it, he didn't have to explain. "Lucius you will collect an ancient tome called 'shi the ultimate power', I believe you have it in your private library," by lucius' nod it was clear he under stood. "Peter you will collect a phoenix tear, you will get this from Dumbledore phoenix, his collection of tears are in his office," he made sure to add extra malice in my voice, what could he say he loved the look of terror on the rats face; he is a sadistic after all.
He was about to dismiss his death eaters, but was distracted when he heard a suffering whimper near the large blue slide. His familiar Nagini immediately slithered to the annoyance- it was probably a tramp.
:: kill it; I don't want to stay here any longer,:: he ordered my snake.
The purple lump abruptly jumped, whimpering again in pain before panicking at the sight of his large green snake. Nagini quickly slithered closer to her destination, making the outline of the human quiver in fear. A sadistic smirked found its way to his face, he loved the fear his snake brought.
Nagini slithered, closer now, within striking distance, she waited a couple seconds before jumping from her spot and sinking her fangs into the figures leg, causing a pain laced :: stop,:: before the form fainted from pain.
Nagini immediately obeyed, all snakes have to obey parseltongue whether they want to or not.
His attention was immediately caught, he didn't think he heard correctly, but Nagini had obeyed so he hade to dismiss the thought. He strode over to Nagini- in the very least he was intrigued, ::Nagini is he a Parselmouth?:: he questioned looking at the now unconscious form before him.
:: Yes master:: answered Nagini, he made the decision to take the boy with him.
"Lucius take this boy to your manor; I want him taken care of. Tend to his injuries as well," he ignored the disgust on lucius' face, "you are all dismissed, notify me when you have collected your item."
After making sure all his death Eaters were on their way, he apparated to his current lodging- lucius' manor. He strode down the hallway to his private quarters; it seems he had found a new toy.
Harry lifted his heavy eyelids to the world around him, only to immediately close them; the world around him was way too bright. He laid there listening, although he didn't get much information, he had a migraine, it was even hard to think.
He could hear footsteps as someone entered the room, they moved closer, sitting near him. He opened his eyes again, forcing them to adjust to the blinding light. He looked at the person who entered the room, they had a large crooked nose, and black greasy hair- he almost emptied his stomach, although mostly not because of the man.
"What's your name?" questioned the man.
"H…Harry Po...tter," he rasped. The man's eyes widened. He was so confused; there were so many things He wanted to ask. Where am I? How did I get here? Where is here?
"Unless you want to get yourself killed, I advise on not calling yourself Harry" whispered the man.
His statement just made Harry even more confused, what's wrong with his name? he tried to ask the man but his voice failed him, coming out as a wheeze. The dryness of his throat caused a coughing fit, he covered his mouth with the gray blanket surrounding him- it came out covered in blood.
Just then a pale blond haired man walked in, he looked at Harry in disgust before giving orders to the greasy haired man.
"Severus, Lord Voldemort has ordered that this boy be healed, as you can tell his condition is terrible. Fix him to the best of your ability, I wouldn't be surprised if he died," he again looked at me in disgust before leaving the room.
Severus turned to me before he pulled out a wand and started casting. It didn't hurt but the feeling was definitely unpleasant. When he was done casting he grabbed a black bag, pulling out many vials filled with strange colored liquid.
He grabbed a vial filled with translucent orange liquid before grabbing harry's chin-he flinched fiercely, but the man didn't let go. He pressed the open vial to my lips, forcing the orange liquid down; I had another coughing fit- also leaving a blood stain.
After around ten liquid filled vials, the man stood up, gathered his things and left. Harry could hear him walk down the hallway, meeting someone.
"Hello Lord, I healed him to the best of my ability," Severus informed.
"Thank you," was the man's reply before he uttered a spell "obliviate." I cringed at the man's scream, headache still pounding.
The man then walked into the room, he was pale and muscular. He gracefully strode over to the bed I was currently staying in, not even a strand of his neat black hair was displaced.
The man sat at a chair near my current bed, his entrancing purple eyes meeting mine. I quickly looked away, petunia and Vernon hated having eye contact with me, and this man would surely hit me for displeasing him, as they had. I tensed waiting for the strike, it was no use trying to evade it, and I would only get hit harder.
When the strike did not come I worried, would this man do something worse- he had often been kicked or burned, occasionally sliced with Vernon's pocket knife.
"Look at me," the man ordered. I hesitantly lifted my head, forcing my eyes to meet his, when our eyes meet a presence entered my mind.
"relax little one, I will not harm you,' even though the man said this, he did not believe him. "What is your name," questioned the dark haired man. Thinking furiously for a name, I remembered one. he opened his mouth to speak, but what was meant to be a name sounded like a suppressed sneeze.
A small glass of water was pushed to his lips, he drank slowly- never before had water tasted so delicious. After as many gulps as he could muster, he cleared my throat to speak.
"Hadrius," it still sounded raspy, but it was clear enough to hear.
A smile quirked the man's lips, "you can call me Tom."
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