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Rating: R, slash, Harry angst, abuse, rape.overall bad stuff for poor Harry.
Author's Notes: Please read and review..Like I said, it feeds my ego. I'll love you forever.^_~ Thanks to Shinigami06 for uploading my story onto her account, since ff.net is being a butt and won't let me do it on my account. grr.
Out of the Darkness
Chapter 2
It was three weeks later, and Harry was still sitting in the cupboard. His door was open once a day when a glass of water and a slice of bread was slipped through. Having been used to lack of food, Harry was able to make do with the low nutrition. For his natural human needs, there was a bucket in the corner of the cupboard for Harry to do his business in. Humiliating as it was, Harry pushed his pride aside when nature called for action.
It was silent most hours of the day, Vernon having ignored his nephew for a long time. Though, Harry knew that his uncle was bringing home woman from the various bars he spent his days in.
In the silence, Harry was able to think over everything he had been putting out of his mind. The death of his godfather, the only man who could have replaced his own father, how his uncle had raped and beaten him, and the lack of sight. Harry spent most of his time going over his memories of Sirius; the rest of his day spent trying to grasp the fact of what his uncle had done, robbing him of his pride and innocence. He was sore for nearly the entire first week from where Vernon had forced himself into Harry.
Then there was the concept that he was blind. Harry knew now that he was never going to see again; knew that there was no form of magic to fix such a disability. It was reaching two weeks of being locked in the cupboard when he finally broke down. Harry sobbed heart wrenching tears, it was all too much for a young man of fifteen to bare.
At night, he prayed to die in his sleep. In the day, he hoped his uncle would simply shoot him.
Unfortunately, the latter happened.
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Harry was sitting in the corner of the small dark cupboard when he heard the front door open and the all too familiar swaggering sound of his uncle as he entered. The door was suddenly thrown open and fresh air rushed in to meet Harry's lungs. Vernon pulled him out by his hair and threw his nephew into the wall opposite the cupboard. Harry stared around blindly and tried to escape, until he felt cold steel pressed against the side of his head.
"Get up." Vernon said in a husky voice, lifting Harry and standing him up against the wall. The small pistol he had just purchased was aligned just above the boys left ear.
Vernon backed away from Harry until he was standing just across from him. He raised the gun and whispered, "You're the reason she left me." he shot Harry in the left shoulder.
Harry began sliding down the wall, feeling the blood smear behind him and drench his back. He ground his teeth against the pain, he wouldn't allow his uncle the pleasure in seeing him broken.
Tipping from side to side, Vernon raised the gun a second time, aiming for the spot just between the boy's eyes. At the moment he fired, he hiccoughed and the gun pointed down. Harry collapsed on the ground when a second bullet penetrated his left knee.
"Die here, boy." Vernon yelled in his crazed state, "I'll be back in a week and you had better have died by then." There was shuffled footsteps and the sound of a door opening. Harry could hear the car being started and racing down the street, leaving the young man alone and slowly bleeding to death.
Harry managed to drag himself back to the cupboard, leaving the door open and slowly waiting for death to take him.
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"Albus, I really don't see the reason in apparating over just to check on the boy." Severus Snape said in as even of a voice as he could muster. He had been called off of his vacation planning to go and check on Harry Potter, who hadn't sent any sort of message to his friends or members of the Order. "Surely he is simply mourning and hasn't the time to owl everyone."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Are you voicing sympathy for Mr. Potter?" he grinned slightly as his employee flushed red with anger. He held up his hand as Severus began to protest, "I'm not asking you to give him a hug and mourn Sirius' death. I just request that you stop by and make sure he is doing relatively fine."
Severus snorted. Request. Dumbledore knew not the meaning of the word. It was a direct order, and Severus knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He simply nodded as he stormed from the castle and into Hogsmede. From there he apparated to the front steps of Number Four Privet Drive.
He noted that there was no car in the front drive and assumed that Potter's family had gone somewhere, nonetheless he knocked on the front door. Severus waited several minutes before knocking again. Normally he would have assumed that the occupants of the house were out, but something in the air told him differently. He could smell the pain.
Wasting no more time, Severus pulled out his wand and nearly knocked the door down. When he stepped inside, he immediately recoiled from the stench of blood circling in the room. Glancing to the left, he saw a blood stain running down the wall and a hole in the fixture where it started. Not two feet under, another hole graced the wall.
Severus started when he heard the sound of shuffling behind him. He turned and couldn't keep himself from gasping in horror.
"In the name of Merlin!" he cried, falling to the ground next to a half naked Potter in a cupboard, "What happened?!" He took in the boy's appearance.
Harry was half sitting half laying in the small closet, blood streaming slowly through his knee and shoulder. His small body was covered with cuts and bruises; and around his eyes were many small scars. Though, it wasn't until he opened his eyes that Severus got a view of the scabbing slashes through the eyeball.
Regaining his composure, Severus lifted the underweight teen and carried him to the door and stood outside trying to decide on the best course of action. It was already past dusk and the moon was nearly overhead. He had not been prepared for such an event, or he would have driven. Driving! Of course!
Severus held his wand out to the street and with a bang the Knight Bus skidded to a halt in front of him. Quickly boarding, he ignored the shocked glances and voiced opinions of the other passengers and demanded to be taken to St. Mungo's. Stan nodded and stuttered a response before telling Ern where to go. With another bang, they were passing other streets and towns.
Having laid Harry down on one of the beds, Severus began administering as much medical care as he could. Not being trained in the matter, however, he was only able to heal some of the minor wounds.
It had never occurred to him that the Golden Boy of the wizarding world was not loved by all. Hell, Potter looked downright miserable. Severus felt a pang in the place where a heart would be if he had one. No, he wouldn't allow himself to have any sort of feeling directed towards Potter. Severus was proud of his facade of being a meaningless bastard and he planned to keep it that way. But gods, the boy was pitiful.
When they arrived, Severus immediately picked up the lifeless form of Harry Potter and raced into the hospital.
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A/N: Read and Review, and you might get an update faster!
Rating: R, slash, Harry angst, abuse, rape.overall bad stuff for poor Harry.
Author's Notes: Please read and review..Like I said, it feeds my ego. I'll love you forever.^_~ Thanks to Shinigami06 for uploading my story onto her account, since ff.net is being a butt and won't let me do it on my account. grr.
Out of the Darkness
Chapter 2
It was three weeks later, and Harry was still sitting in the cupboard. His door was open once a day when a glass of water and a slice of bread was slipped through. Having been used to lack of food, Harry was able to make do with the low nutrition. For his natural human needs, there was a bucket in the corner of the cupboard for Harry to do his business in. Humiliating as it was, Harry pushed his pride aside when nature called for action.
It was silent most hours of the day, Vernon having ignored his nephew for a long time. Though, Harry knew that his uncle was bringing home woman from the various bars he spent his days in.
In the silence, Harry was able to think over everything he had been putting out of his mind. The death of his godfather, the only man who could have replaced his own father, how his uncle had raped and beaten him, and the lack of sight. Harry spent most of his time going over his memories of Sirius; the rest of his day spent trying to grasp the fact of what his uncle had done, robbing him of his pride and innocence. He was sore for nearly the entire first week from where Vernon had forced himself into Harry.
Then there was the concept that he was blind. Harry knew now that he was never going to see again; knew that there was no form of magic to fix such a disability. It was reaching two weeks of being locked in the cupboard when he finally broke down. Harry sobbed heart wrenching tears, it was all too much for a young man of fifteen to bare.
At night, he prayed to die in his sleep. In the day, he hoped his uncle would simply shoot him.
Unfortunately, the latter happened.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Harry was sitting in the corner of the small dark cupboard when he heard the front door open and the all too familiar swaggering sound of his uncle as he entered. The door was suddenly thrown open and fresh air rushed in to meet Harry's lungs. Vernon pulled him out by his hair and threw his nephew into the wall opposite the cupboard. Harry stared around blindly and tried to escape, until he felt cold steel pressed against the side of his head.
"Get up." Vernon said in a husky voice, lifting Harry and standing him up against the wall. The small pistol he had just purchased was aligned just above the boys left ear.
Vernon backed away from Harry until he was standing just across from him. He raised the gun and whispered, "You're the reason she left me." he shot Harry in the left shoulder.
Harry began sliding down the wall, feeling the blood smear behind him and drench his back. He ground his teeth against the pain, he wouldn't allow his uncle the pleasure in seeing him broken.
Tipping from side to side, Vernon raised the gun a second time, aiming for the spot just between the boy's eyes. At the moment he fired, he hiccoughed and the gun pointed down. Harry collapsed on the ground when a second bullet penetrated his left knee.
"Die here, boy." Vernon yelled in his crazed state, "I'll be back in a week and you had better have died by then." There was shuffled footsteps and the sound of a door opening. Harry could hear the car being started and racing down the street, leaving the young man alone and slowly bleeding to death.
Harry managed to drag himself back to the cupboard, leaving the door open and slowly waiting for death to take him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Albus, I really don't see the reason in apparating over just to check on the boy." Severus Snape said in as even of a voice as he could muster. He had been called off of his vacation planning to go and check on Harry Potter, who hadn't sent any sort of message to his friends or members of the Order. "Surely he is simply mourning and hasn't the time to owl everyone."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, "Are you voicing sympathy for Mr. Potter?" he grinned slightly as his employee flushed red with anger. He held up his hand as Severus began to protest, "I'm not asking you to give him a hug and mourn Sirius' death. I just request that you stop by and make sure he is doing relatively fine."
Severus snorted. Request. Dumbledore knew not the meaning of the word. It was a direct order, and Severus knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He simply nodded as he stormed from the castle and into Hogsmede. From there he apparated to the front steps of Number Four Privet Drive.
He noted that there was no car in the front drive and assumed that Potter's family had gone somewhere, nonetheless he knocked on the front door. Severus waited several minutes before knocking again. Normally he would have assumed that the occupants of the house were out, but something in the air told him differently. He could smell the pain.
Wasting no more time, Severus pulled out his wand and nearly knocked the door down. When he stepped inside, he immediately recoiled from the stench of blood circling in the room. Glancing to the left, he saw a blood stain running down the wall and a hole in the fixture where it started. Not two feet under, another hole graced the wall.
Severus started when he heard the sound of shuffling behind him. He turned and couldn't keep himself from gasping in horror.
"In the name of Merlin!" he cried, falling to the ground next to a half naked Potter in a cupboard, "What happened?!" He took in the boy's appearance.
Harry was half sitting half laying in the small closet, blood streaming slowly through his knee and shoulder. His small body was covered with cuts and bruises; and around his eyes were many small scars. Though, it wasn't until he opened his eyes that Severus got a view of the scabbing slashes through the eyeball.
Regaining his composure, Severus lifted the underweight teen and carried him to the door and stood outside trying to decide on the best course of action. It was already past dusk and the moon was nearly overhead. He had not been prepared for such an event, or he would have driven. Driving! Of course!
Severus held his wand out to the street and with a bang the Knight Bus skidded to a halt in front of him. Quickly boarding, he ignored the shocked glances and voiced opinions of the other passengers and demanded to be taken to St. Mungo's. Stan nodded and stuttered a response before telling Ern where to go. With another bang, they were passing other streets and towns.
Having laid Harry down on one of the beds, Severus began administering as much medical care as he could. Not being trained in the matter, however, he was only able to heal some of the minor wounds.
It had never occurred to him that the Golden Boy of the wizarding world was not loved by all. Hell, Potter looked downright miserable. Severus felt a pang in the place where a heart would be if he had one. No, he wouldn't allow himself to have any sort of feeling directed towards Potter. Severus was proud of his facade of being a meaningless bastard and he planned to keep it that way. But gods, the boy was pitiful.
When they arrived, Severus immediately picked up the lifeless form of Harry Potter and raced into the hospital.
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A/N: Read and Review, and you might get an update faster!