Harry Marvolo Potter and the Time Loop of Death

by JohnnyBlack773

After Harry accidently absorbs the horcrux inside him, he begins to act different. Unfortunately for Harry and Tom, the power the dark lord knows not keeps them stuck in a time loop of death and they need to fight their way out. Will they remain sane or submit to insanity? Crack-fic with a dark and gritty theme. No slash.

1. Chapter 1

AN 05/25/21:

The fic is now 25k words! I have done extensive editing to the whole fic and have re-uploaded everything so it's perfect. I fixed several plot holes and tweaked the grammar. I have 12 chapters done now and I've gotten to Hogwarts by Ch. 12 and done the sorting. I'd like to thank Voice Aloud Reader for its PDF reader capabilities. It's been a huge help in fixing problems and I don't know how I could do this without something to read the story back to me. I use 'Google, United Kingdom, en-gb-x-gbc-local' for the best British voice that any HP story deserves.

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Some warnings:

I won't lie. This is very dark and gritty. Harry experiences a lot of pain and he has a very small window of escape. Things will go wrong for him for awhile, but he eventually gets out. I won't spoil anything. One thing I can promise is there will be no mention of sexual abuse either in passing or in detail. That's not part of my story. Even if it could add something for the plot, I don't feel comfortable writing it.

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Harry awoke from his bed screaming. Pain shot through his body and he slammed his hands against the hard wood of the cupboard. The new pain from his hand didn't register as fire trailed down his spine which caused him to roar in agony. His thoughts were quick and frightened. All Harry wanted was for the pain to stop. He didn't desire anything else. His skin burned and he imagined tearing it off so he could get relief. Then his head exploded and he could feel rusty nails being driven down into his brain.

It went on for what felt like hours, then stopped. Harry lay in his bed, mouth agape and tears streaking his face. It wasn't long before he heard his relatives coming down the stairs. Time moved along and he lost track of what was happening. Vernon was yelling at him and Petunia pierced him with a hateful sneer. He was then dragged down to the car where Vernon drove him to the local church.

The priest brought him down into the basement and performed some ritual which made him scream anew with pain. Harry was strapped in a chair. His hands and legs were bound and an unnatural light shone from above. It was furiously bright and gave him a headache.

The priest would chant something in a different language, then the light would shine strangely and his body would be wracked with pain. After reciting 11 lines, the man unbound Harry and sent him back up to his relatives.

He and Vernon walked in the pouring rain towards the car. He was shoved in and they took off. The car stopped in the middle of the road and Vernon swore. Harry was told to walk down to the store and buy some gas for the car.

He set off, body still ringing from the pain. He wasn't aware of where he was going, just moving on autopilot. About halfway there Harry came across some kids a little older than him. One of them stopped right in front of him and demanded something, Harry wasn't listening and just stared. Another kid said something and went over and socked him hard across the face causing him to fall to the cool floor.

The rain poured harder and Harry tried to get up but was elbowed in the stomach before a fist came down on his spine. He yelped and fell over again. The kids laughed and started stomping on him. He felt his bones break and it became harder to breathe. Each of his fingers were snapped by hard boots and his ribs were easily crushed. He could barely see anything now, though he saw one of the kids grab some sticks and advance on him.

The biggest boy held him down and made sure he couldn't stop what was going to happen next. One of them said something unintelligible to the next and they all laughed. Harry didn't care, he just wanted it all to stop. With what little vision he had left, Harry saw a lanky boy start to stick one of the sticks towards his eye. Before he could register what was happening, he felt the stick enter his eye socket and start pressing it back into his skull. Harry screamed in agony and the boys cheered. He then choked when a large stick was shoved into his mouth. He felt the top of his mouth scrape and a few of his teeth break.

Then another stick went in and destroyed his other eye. Now blind, Harry moaned in horror and pain while the boys shoved things in him and tried their best to make him suffer. He felt his ankle break when a large rock was lifted and dropped on it. The pain went on and on until he stopped moving and the kids got bored and took their leave.

Harry could barely move, but somehow managed to crawl. He felt vibrations as cars passed him by. They were accompanied by gusts of wind as cars swooped past him. Harry knew he shouldn't be so close to moving vehicles, but didn't care. He knew he'd die if he didn't get help now. Another car went by and he felt his whole arm snap as it was flattened.

Harry let out a guttural moan and stopped. With only one functional arm left, he couldn't drag his broken body and so he just lay as cars raced by. The rain was still just as bad and Harry could feel the water burn his open cuts and gashes. He thought he heard an owl, before something light was dropped on his head. He lifted it and then nothing. The last thing he felt was his neck snap and something dislodge, as if it had just come clean off.