Summary: TMR/HP LV/HP Harry Potter just wants to be mormal. but with a wolfs tail and ears suddenly appear and a psychotic old man after you. How normal can you be? Throw in a bit of submissive vampire and you get this mix.

Contains: Child Abuse, Slash(boyxboy) couples, evil Dumbles and Certain weasleys, nice Dark Lord ,Snape, Slytherins and Malfoys And swearing. M

No flamers take it too someone who cares. if you have a problem with boyxboy relaionships or you dont like these types of stories THEN DON'T READ IT. SIMPLE REALLY.

Disclaimer: i dont own harry potter but i do own this random story line that is continuously popping into my head... If i owned harry potter, harry and voldie would have hoocked up and dumbles would have been dead a hell of alot sooner do you know... can't you tell i don't own harry potter. i just kidnapped some of j.k's wonderful characters.

-Mind Link-

~Parseltounge~

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

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Silence again. Blinking i put the plates into the cuboard and headed outside to start on the gardening. I wasn't sure what to make of this new Voldemort, He seemed more like the Tom Riddle i had gotten to know in second year. He had became my only true friend that year. Ever since i found him in that bathroom when some psycho had flushed his diary down a toilet i had began talking to him. He taught me alot about magic as a whole and i'm not ashamed to admit i found the dark arts facinating.

I had thought of him as a friend and it had hurt so much when i had had no choice but to drive a fallen basilisk fang into the heart of the fake diary. No matter what he had done i couldn't kill him. Just thinking about stabbing the real diary had caused me so much pain that i couldn't do it. Luckily though the fake one had just enough of his soul that i was able to banish him for a while. I had hidden the diary in my trunk locked with a password that none but me and him could speak. Parseltounge is the best sometimes.

I still visited the basilisk sometimes. Where Dumbledore got the idea i had killed it i had no idea. Parseltounges hate harming snakes no matter the circumstances and we would rather die then kill a magical one. The basilisk, that was named Silver Fang, (Sil to me) had recently layed her final egg and i knew she wouldn't have long to live. The years had finally caught up to her. She had been Salazar Slytherins familiar after all.

Sil had become a surrogate mother to me. She even called me her little snakelet which i wasn't sure about.I gently began singing the lyrics to a song that she had taught me.

(Try listening to Dia Frampton - The Broken Ones while reading this.)

"I know they've hurt you bad.

Why hide the scars you have?

Baby let me straighten out your broken bones,

All your faults to me make you more beautiful.

I can't help it,

I love the broken ones,

The ones who

Need the most patching up.

The ones who

Never been loved,

Never been loved,

Never been loved enough.

Maybe I see a part of me in them.

The missing piece always trying to fit in.

The shattered heart

Hungry for a home.

No, you're not alone.

I love the broken ones.

You don't have to drive,

With your headlights off.

It's a pocket knife,

Not a gift from God.

Don't you learn of love from the love they kept.

I will be your anchor slowly,

Step by step.

I can't help it,

I love the broken ones,

The ones who

Need the most patching up.

The ones who

Never been loved,

Never been loved,

Never been loved enough.

Maybe I see a part of me in them.

The missing piece always trying to fit in.

The shattered heart

Hungry for a home.

No you're not alone.

I love the broken ones.

I love the broken ones.

Maybe we can rip off the bandage.

Maybe you will see it for what it is.

Maybe we can burn this building,

Holding you in.

I can't help it,

I love the broken ones,

The ones who

Need the most patching up.

The ones who

Never been loved,

Never been loved,

Never been loved enough.

Maybe I see a part of me in them.

The missing piece always trying to fit in.

The shattered heart

Hungry for a home.

No you're not alone.

I love the broken ones.

I love the broken ones.

I love the broken ones.

I love the broken ones."

Smiling gently i knew why she had taught me that song. I was her broken one as she refered to me. Wiping away a stray tear i picked myself off the ground and headed inside. Crying out in pain as i walked into a fist. Oh yay... Vernon has been hitting the tequila again then. Yippee another fun day for me then.

-sometime later-

Picking myself off the kitchen floor i groaned as i felt my collarbone snap back into place. Sometime during the beating my tail had slipped out of my trousers and was now clearly visable against the pale tiles covering the floor. Luckily for me Vernon must have been comletely out of it if he hadn't noticed it as he hadn't used the knife this time only his fists and the belt.

Has this killed anyone i had to wonder. I mean i know loads of muggles have died from abuse but magical abuse has always been hushed up by the ministry or the family so a case hitting the newspapers was extremly rare.

I wonder what voldemort would do. He grew up in a orphanage and what i had seen in his head ,when i got dragged into his mind, meant that he too had experianced some kind of physical abuse aswell as mental. Sighing i tried to mop up the blood using my right hand. It was just typical that Vernon had stamped on my left hand and had shattered the bones. Thankfully Dudley wasn't at home... we'd gotten closer the last couple of yers and he had contiuosly risked his own life to help me. Vernon still belives that Dudley is beating me and going of every weekend to a new boxing place. But he never notices that Dudley's 'beatings' never left a mark or that Dudley returns home with a grin on his face.

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note: Right thanks you for the speedy reviews... i had intended for this to be a small fic and wasn't expecting this amount of interest. thats why the chapters were so short in the beginning.

The song is called Dia frampton - The broken ones. a wonderful song that inspired me to write this fic.

Many people have mentioned the centered text... sorry but thats just my style choice if it becomes too much of an issue let me know and i can try to change it.