J.K. Rowling's characters.

R rated for later scenes

(Parseltongue)

Here's the next chapter quys!!! Sorry for causing such torment-lol. :) Hope you enjoy. And yeah, your predictions were right.

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Reluctantly Harry raised his wand and wordlessly removed the glamour's.

A gasp spread through the hall. Before them stood the Harry Potter, boy wonder, covered in blood. Cuts and bruises battered his skin. His clothes were ripped with holes in them and open wounds showed through. His hands showed the least amount of marks but held the most amount of blood. The red colours stood out harshly to his deathly pale skin. Flakes of dried blood scraped of onto the floor whilst more recent blood dripped to the floor, staining the white marble Harry was standing on.

Voldemort shakily rose at the gruesome sight before him.

"What ...happened?"

Harry merely gave a condescending smile in reply before falling to the floor unconscious. He was too tired and in too much pain to answer any more questions. Harry just wanted to rest. He'd made a start towards his revenge and he was happy with where he was, now he needed to relax. He didn't care he was in a room full of death eaters who would probably leave him to bleed to death in front of them, all he felt was calm as his head was soothed by the cold temperature of the floor.

Voldemort had started yelling commands to his followers. Lucius had already levitated the boy and moved him to a private room. Why let a new and poweful ally bleed to death on the floor so early? Healers were called and were set to work on the teenage boy, magically stitching, healing and repairing. All the death eaters were dismissed apart from Malfoy and Rudolphus Lestrange, who stayed by their masters side to help. The three adults stood outside the room that was occupied by healers and Harry, all with question on their lips.

3 hours later a healer opened the heavy mahogany door, closing it behind him. He stood in the lush corridor keeping his head low as the three powerful men waited for him to report the damage.

"My Lord." The man gave a deep bow before tasking a deep breath and starting the long list of injuries: "He has a fractured leg, which should have made it painful to stand. There are burns, cuts and bruises in a number of places. He has two broken fingers on his left hand. The top of his head has been deeply cut and bruised leaving him with a strong concussion. He also had a broken rib which punctured his lung on his fall. I'm surprised he was able to even to stay conscious for so long. He healed a lot of his previous wounds himself. We analysed his medical history and we …. Er well.. He…"

"Spit it out man. I want to know what happened to the boy." Voldemort sneered.

The healer gulped not sure how to tell the dark lord what had happened to the boy he had been set to kill for the last seventeen years. "Todays wounds are not much compared to his old injuries. Most of his bones have been broken before and there are a lot of scars covering his body. On his lower back the word "Freak" has been carved in to his skin. He… the boy has also.. He's been." The man faded again, the knowledge of what had happened was difficult enough but to voice it to the three men before him, well...

During the report the other three's skin had slowly been losing colour. White skin and wide eyes stared at the healer in horror. This was most certainly not what they had been expecting. Voldemort's impatience got the best of him and he growled, encouraging the healer to carry on before he was cruciod.

Under the pressure the man simply spurted out the rest of the report. "He's also been repeatedly raped."As he said this the healer had had his eyes tightly shut, expecting a crucio as if he was the one to blame.

Everyone gaped at the healer. They couldn't believe that the boy-who-lived had been damaged so badly without the cause being themselves. Silence hung over the three, suffocating them in the agony of their thoughts.

Voldemort snapped back into action and shoved his way past the healer into the room. Malfoy and Lestrange quickly followed at his heels. On the bed lay the small damaged form of Harry Potter, covered in bandages with healers surrounding him as they cast magical spells and shoved potions down his throat. Blood covered the silk white sheets, relinquisching them of their beauty.

The men stood and stared at the scene.

"He lost this much blood? How is he alive?" asked Malfoy. His tone was quiet and hesitant.

"Oh no. See that's what puzzled us. Most of the blood the boy is covered in is not his own. With that knowledge I can't help but think the boy went on some sort of killing spree." The healer chuckled lightly at his own joke.

The death eaters looked at the healer astonished. The joke sounded like a fitting description to what could have happened, but the thought was quickly banished- the golden boy couldn't murder if his life depended on it.

"How long until he wakes up?" asked Voldemort.

"Most likely a few days. He has little energy and the wounds need time to heal. He will be in a lot of pain if he were to wake up now. My Lord"

"Very well. Heal him." Nagini left Voldemort's leg to slither unto Harry's bed. "Nagini, you shall watch over him and inform me when he wakes. Come, we have work to do." And with that the death eaters and their lord left the room, all with far more questions then they had come in with.

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p.s. yes i know his injuries are extreme and yeah it's very O.T.T.. BUT!!! i wan't a strong Harry (i hate wimpy ones) and you have to remebr he magically healed a lot of the injuries, so um.. yeah. It's fiction!!!