Traumatized
By: PyroKitty
[Chapter 1: Serenity]
Authors Note: This is the first Harry Potter fic that I have ever written, let alone the first one I have ever thought of reading. I know there are so many ideas floating around out there, especially with the other 65574 (as of when I started writing this fic), but the worse thing about them is that there are so many non-original ideas. I'm not sure if this is an original idea (I sure hope so though ^^) cause I haven't read many, only one crossover with a few different animes and sorry to say it hasn't been updated since Christmas, It wasn't that good anyways, but it was left at a cliff-hanger! Ok, well I've already filled up enough space with this authors not so I'm not gonna waste anymore; on with the sweetness!
Summery: Abuse is not something to be kidding about, especially since it happens to thousands of children and even adults at some times, every day. What if one person who had the appearance of being a kid who wants nothing to do with emotions or anything else like that was actually one it happened to. But what if instead of that masque that he wore he was actually a child who was unstable and had a spilt personality? What would happen if someone found out that wasn't supposed to? And who will help?
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"Get up…"
Said a luminous voice that at first he thought was just the darkness playing tricks on his mind. He sat there letting the salty tears run freely down his face that was caused by the throbbing that continued to pulse through his head. He reached behind his head that was currently leaning against the stone wall of the room.
Bringing his hand out in front of him he forced his eyes opened which they strained slightly because of the bright light coming through the door up the stairs.
Crimson liquid coated the part of his hand which had touched the back of his head. He smeared it with his thumb over his forefinger and middle. The voice then announced itself present once again, this time a little louder.
"Get up…"
He winced from the pitch of the voice as it travelled to his ears. The pain was seething in his head and he could feel the blood trickle down from his head to stain the back of his clothes. His eyes then drifted back shut enjoying the second of silence and the feel of blood on his hands.
"GET UP!"
Without warning something hard hit him on his face (though he knew it was going to happen sooner or later). He cringed as the object collided against his face and he was sent toppling to the side.
As his head crashed against the floor he just stayed and laid there not daring to get up, or else worse might come in his near future.
The blood from his wound continued to flow at a steadier pace onto the stone floor and it rippled through the cracks to the feet of the attacker.
"Boy, when I say get up, I mean for you to get up."
The deep voice standing about two feet away demanded once again.
The boy on the floor had recovered enough strength to sit back up. He leaned some weight on one arm so the pain wasn't as terrible as when he was laying down.
"Boy, I said get up, so get up now!"
The boy opened his mouth to whip out his usual sarcastic, sharp-tongued response, but failed to speak. He tried not to touch the purple and green spots that were dotted around his throat but it was hard not to when you were trying to speak. Five places in all marked his throat; one for each of the strong fingers that had wrapped around his throat and lifted him up above the ground to the point his feet were dangling two feet off the ground. That had happened before, but it wasn't as bad as this time had been, for he had still been capable of speaking the others.
He wished that he could speak, even just a few words just to infuriate the man before him. He just wanted to piss him off even though it could be one of the stupidest things one could do in a situation like this one. Without the power to speak he just sat there, one arm shielding his other that had probably been injured in the fall and the other resting upon the top of his knees that were now pulled up to his chest.
That's when the next attack struck, this time though the boy was quick enough to dodge it by ducking down, with the last glimpse of hope he took a weak swing at the silhouette of the man for that was all he could see in the dimly lit room where the only light was coming from the open door up the stairs.
His swung hit but just barely. The man wasn't in the slightest bit fazed by the weak attempt at an attack, but the man did envy the boys attempt at fighting back. He grabbed the boys already injured arm and grasped his grip around his knuckles and clenched his fist up.
That was the end of his strength to fight back.
The boy fell onto his knees as the pressure of the mans hand on his clasped tighter, he could feel his knuckles turn white from the tension and he let out a howl of pain as he heard a small "snap" which was fallowed by about three more before the world fell silent and the room fell out of existence temporarily.
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The boy's eyelids fluttered open. He shielded his eyes as the early morning sun filled the sky. Where was he? And how did he get out of the room?
He took in his surroundings. To his right there was a large crystal clear lake that was filled with lily pads that had already bloomed pink, yellow, and white. To the right on the lake the rolling hills were covered in soft coloured flowers and the lazy clouds rolled by. The sound of birds and a light wind was all that could be heard.
"Where the hell am I?" He asked quietly to himself, no one was here the he saw and he looked around him. Nothing.
"Welcome; welcome to Serenity"
He jerked his head in the direction where the voice came from and saw that standing there was a girl. She was older then him by years. Her hair was pin-straight and blonde dyed green at the ends with green eyes to match. She was probably no older then sixteen years old. She wore a long silk white dress that clung to her body tightly.
"W-who are you?"He asked the girl trying to keep his composure up and not sound afraid but was terribly afraid; but more then afraid, he was ashamed.
He was ashamed for not standing up for himself, he was ashamed for being looked down upon, but most of all he was ashamed for not having his father respect him, not even a little. His father would never respect him let alone accept him.
The girl knelt down before the form of the seven year old boy who seemed to be trembling involuntarily. She laid a single hand on his cheek and whipped away a tear that ran down it. He flinched at her touch and quickly removed her hand from his face looking at him in curiosity. She saw the pain and torment in his eyes as he opened them to look back at her.
She closed her eyes for a moment and then reopened them. "Nothing bad will happen to you here, we are the only ones here and I won't hurt you. Your past injuries are gone here and there will be no pain to become of you in your place of serenity. "
He was confused but her words seemed to calm him down slightly. She reached a hand out to him, he looked at her for a moment before deciding to take it and he grabbed onto her hand.
She pulled him lightly onto her lap and moved the hair from his eyes which were watering. She hushed him as they sat together in serenity.
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End Note: Well that's all for the first chapter. I'm not really that happy with it but it's not the worst thing I've ever written. Well please, please, please review! It would make me sooooooo happy!
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Thoughts to ponder
Who is the boy?
Who is the attacker (man)?
Where is Serenity?
Who was the girl?
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Well until next time on Traumatized!