Fragments Of Forever
All of my other stories are kind of on hiatus. I think that I've grown as a writer so I'll probably either re vamp them or delete them. Let me know what you guys think I should do okay?
Rated M... ummmm there is violence... and rape...and mentions of torture... and slash eventually... so yeah, this is a very adult story. Please don't read it if these things offend you. Thanks and don't forget to R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... but I do own any AU characters and the plot bunnies.
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Chapter Two: Karma
There is a moment in one's life when one makes a decision. Should I keep trying? Or should I give up? Should I let the evils and horrors of life chain me down? Or should I bide my time, waiting for the perfect opportunity and break free of my bondage?
A shaft of pale yellow sun shone on the broken boy that lay on the cot under the stairs of number 4 Privet Drive. Emerald eyes blinked sleepily. He swung his stiff frame off the bed and turned to walk out the door.
Aunt Petunia would be very angry with Harry if he didn't make the breakfast. A glimmer across the room made him turn his head. Dudley's old floor length mirror stood inconspicuously in a corner.
He had a sudden need to see himself. Would he be changed? The emerald eyed boy strode toward the mirror and gazed upon his reflection.
He was naked and bloody. A mirthless laugh escaped him. A christening in blood? It would seem that way.
There was a crack in the mirror, an intricate fissure that bisected the pale boy's body. The mirror was broken. He was broken. But unlike the mirror, he would put them back together again.
"Poor, poor Harry", a pale hand reached up and skimmed the cool glass. "All you ever wanted was for someone to love you unconditionally. How could they do this you?", The hand slid away from the mirror in a sensuous gesture as if stroking a lover.
"I'll fix us Harry. I'll make them pay for what they've done. I'll put us back together again", He stepped over the prone body of Vernon Dursley. He wasn't dead but he would never hurt Harry like that again.
He calmly got into the shower and washed away the night's evidence of evil that clung to his skin in an oily luster. Yes, he would make sure that something like that would never happen to them again. No matter what it took.
A sharp scream rendered the air and the boy smirked in acknowledgment. It seemed as if Aunt Petunia had finally woken up to find Vernon lying haphazardly across Harry's threshold.
He knew what she would find. He was not dead, but in a coma. One from which he would eventually wake. Doctor's would later be baffled at his condition.
It would later become known that the cause of his subsequent nap was fear. Indeed, It would appear that Vernon Dursley had been frightened almost to death.
Aunt Petunia tried to blame it on Harry but there was no evidence and Vernon definitely wasn't talking. The emerald eyed boy would later be found smirking to himself at odd moments in a most serpentine way.
He found he could not wait to go to Hogwarts. This year would surpass any other because this year Harry Potter would not let anyone walk all over him and the world was going to truly see him for himself. The boy- who- lived was no more. In his place was a guardian: strong, clever and agile and a child: weak, fearful, and eager to please.
The world was to blame for the breaking of the boy-who-lived. And the world would pay for it's sins. After all, all was fair in love and war, wasn't it?
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