Disclaimer- I don't own HP, Korn or Adema.

A/N- Uhm, this is getting long… I must admit I'm having trouble making Harry insane while holding back, so I'm sorry but I'm not going to hold back anymore. ALL THOSE WITH WEAK STOMACHS SHOULD LEAVE RIGHT ABOUT NOW. And I know that the lyrcs only fit in certain places, but the song was really good sounding for this.

TRUST

"He is trapped within the mind of another." The seer whispered. Kamala Markandala was one of the greatest Indian seers in centuries. It cost a fortune to obtain her services, and she would work for no one whose intent was evil. And as a true seer her vision would warn her of impending death or bodily harm.

So it had come as an immense surprise when Narcissa Malfoy had shown up on her doorstep and had bitten her on the neck with supernatural speed.

Ah, blood, Narcissa reflected, the sweetest of all things, it didn't taste salty or icky to her, it was life. It tasted of freedom and power. It was sweet and sour and hot, it burned with the essence of life in it, a magic of its own…

"Tell me who." Narcissa commanded, although she felt she already knew. The seer, bent over like a horrible manikin, looked into the oil and boiling water to see what she would, forced by the compulsion of being a vampire's victim. Her eyes went blank and she saw, and she said-

"Harry Potter."

Let me breathe

Let me breathe

Havelock whimpered slightly as Harry returned, his hands were dripping blood. Harry had that, empty, look in his eyes. Havelock felt relief course through his veins, Harry wouldn't be paying any attention to him for a while, not when he was trapped in that little world he was in.

Escape was out of the question, Harry could do magic, real magic, and Havelock was dead sure that there was no way he was going to get away from someone who could probably mumble a few words and capture him. And if he was punished…

He shuddered and curled up into a ball when he heard a chuckle.

"Oh Havelock dearie?" Havelock flinched, Harry's voice sounded amused, yet cold, Havelock lived in fear, pure all consuming fear that made his body tingle and his spine freeze. Several times he had lost control of his body and Harry hadn't even flinched as urine covered the floor, he just waved his hand and it was all-clean.

Suddenly hands were on him and he was forced up onto his feet and staring up into Harry's face, his body shivering. Something in Harry seemed to flinch, but his eyes never changed. Havelock reckoned they could see into his soul, but he could see nothing of Harry's.

"How would you like some company?" He smiled. Havelock's eyes widened and Harry whispered a word into his ear and his world swam away into sweet oblivion.

"Imperio."

I can't even think right now

Something's got me feeling guilty

Hurt you slowly but so surely

I don't know why, love you so much

"I don't like that he spends all that time there." Lucius growled.

"You think I like it any more? It was your boy that- that raped mine?" Arthur snarled and Lucius glared at him.

"It was Potter and we both-"

"It was not Harry, Harry would-" Arthur interrupted and was stopped by the expression on Dumbledore's face. He sighed and slumped forward in the chair.

"Is Ron ok?" He mumbled. Dumbledore nodded and Lucius's lip curled up into a sneer.

"Yes, Ronald is fine, right now he and Mr. Malfoy are sleeping together, something that may help both of them heal." Dumbledore paused and then turned to the rest of the room, the entire Order of the Phoenix was there. Many of them comforting a lost Sirius Black.

"I have come to a difficult decision." Dumbledore said and everyone looked at him. "I think that Harry has- succumbed to something greater than we could ever have imagined. He brought pain upon himself; he is a masochist and a sadist. He has held on his shoulders alone the hope of thousands of wizards, always expecting him to do the right thing, he never had a childhood. He grew up with Muggles that hated him for what he was; he was hunted and felt the taint of Voldemort in his mind constantly. Combine that with his warped relationship with Mr. Malfoy, his view of the world must have skewed horribly." Dumbledore paused to wipe a tear from his eye and straighten up.

"Harry is lost to us, he is insane, mad, he is not human, they only just now have found the remains of Petunia Dursley, they say it looks as if her limbs were ripped off." He paused again. "By someone's hands. Her wounds are healed but that was done before they ever got there, she is still delirious with pain, but there is no doubt who did this, Harry did, which is why I have come to this decision."

"We must apprehend Harry, but if you must, killing force can be authorized. He is already responsible for close to 20 deaths, we cannot allow him any more."

I can't feel because I'm lost

Not too much matters no more

Is it you, is it me, is it us or is it trust?

Or is it trust?

"Yes, who are you?" Madam Pomfrey questioned the boy in front of her.

"Havelock Malfoy, Draco's cousin, mom's visiting uncle Lucius and they said I could talk to Drake." He looked imploringly at Madam Pomfrey. "Please if nothing else just let me take a peak on him, we're all so worried." Madam Pomfrey looked at the boy and turned her back to him as she got the key.

"Sure- Havelock was it, I must warn you though only for a second-" She turned and dropped the key in shock. There stood Havelock, but in front of him was Harry…

She didn't even have a chance to blink as force slammed her against the wall and a rough snap was heard as he spine cracked.

"Interference is no good." Harry giggled and turned to the door and gestured. The wood was flung back by a great pressure and he floated forward, the air grew colder where he breathed.

Before him were Ron and Draco curled up around each other, and he smiled softly. Now where to go? Some Muggle Police had discovered the house; he'd turned them into pigs and left them. He frowned and went down and out and then inside-

Pushing into what I want

Because I am so goddamn selfish

Left you hanging, stopped relating

I don't know why, love you so much

"Voldemort?" Voldemort glanced up at the boy before him and restrained any and all anger and hate. The boy was totally and utterly unstable; he would have to tread cautiously.

"I need a place to go, a secret place, where can I go?" Harry whispered, his voice sounded perfectly normal, but Voldemort was well aware that he could change any second, any delay anything could quite possibly push the boy over with no warning.

"I- I do know of a place, if I could have temporary control I could take you there…" He trailed off and Harry grinned.

"Of course love, whatever you wish." And Voldemort shuddered and then found himself in Harry's body. He glanced around and lifted the Muggle boy with magic. He gazed at Lucius's child and that Weasley child entwined around each other, both looking vaguely lost and hurt. Inside him he felt Harry grin and he quickly got all of them together and concentrated on a pitcher on the table, casting the powerful charms that would make it a one-trip port key.

Finally he grasped it and the five were sent tumbling away with a small "pop."

I can't feel because I'm lost

Not too much matters no more

Is it you, is it me, is it us or is it trust?

"Excellent." Harry whispered and touched the cold stone that was the wall of the old castle. He traced his hands along it, letting the grain and feel of the weather worn stone touch him. Where his fingers trailed little paths of frost wove across the cold stone. Harry padded barefoot along the wall, looking down on the snowy depths.

A secret castle, hidden in the mountains of Switzerland. Safe for now, safe for all time… Harry reflected they needed food. He smiled and willed himself to a place away from the castle. Time to hunt…

I'm so alone, empty and lost; it's easier to let you go

Time will erode the shame and the fault; it's easier to let you go

"Ugh… Wha-" Draco mumbled as he awoke and suddenly went from sleepy to wide awake. Where was he? And who was that- he froze as he realized he was in bed with Ron Weasley, his sworn enemy right? And his latest victim… Draco suppressed an internal shudder and moved back only to discover another body in bed with him, a boy-

No, he was about their age Draco guessed, but he looked so small, fragile, and feminine. It really was no wonder Harry had taken him. Draco paused on that thought, Harry had done this. Harry had- He screamed suddenly as images tore into his mind, and in reflex he flailed around and hit Ron-

(Is it you, is it me)

It's easier to let you go

(Let me breathe)

Ron tore into consciousness with the fervor of a dying man given life and instantly recoiled form Draco. Suddenly there wasn't enough room to breathe and spots began to appear in his vision. He quickly shunted himself away and then blacked out.

Let me breathe

Harry's mouth quirked as he hefted the dead body of the deer onto his shoulder, ignoring the blood that ran from its carcass and disappeared into the castle Voldemort had led him to.

Once there he set the deer onto a spit and started a slow fire in the kitchen. He then stood and flexed, letting the blood roll down his arms and he smiled. He sighed and summoned Draco to him-

I can't feel because I'm lost

Not too much matters no more

Is it you, is it me, is it us or is it trust?

Draco jumped as he realized he was no longer in his room and was staring at-

"Oh god…" He whispered as he trembled. There was Harry and- blood… It dominated his sight, he could smell and taste it and he felt the room growing hot. Suddenly Harry was on top of him and he smelled so good… Something within Draco began to awaken. His beast, his inner demon, the serpent beast of Adam and Eve, it gripped his heart and all he could see was Harry.

"Take me Draco…" Harry trailed off as he gently led a finger down Draco's face. The boy flinched away, Harry was so cold. But Harry was entranced, Draco was hot, burning passion, Draco was alive… Harry wanted to be alive again too.

"Touch me, burn me." He whispered into Draco's ear and Draco shivered as Harry began to warm up from his touch. "Yes, that's right." Draco felt himself seized with desire- oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god- blood.

There was blood on his arms where Harry had touched him, all over him! Draco flung Harry away and began to claw frantically at his skin, he needed to get the blood away. But as he tore at his skin there was only more blood.

Oh god he was bleeding it was pouring out of his skin like in his dreams. Draco cried out and jumped back hitting the wall. The cold stone of reality broke into his shattered world and he felt himself seized by the desire to rid himself of the blood, but it was coming from everywhere he could stop it-

Or is it trust?

Or is it trust?

Or is it trust?

Ron lay curled up against the bed, wishing that everything would just melt away. Just melt into nothingness… He needed to not feel, to be free. He wanted the cold that Harry seemed to have; he needed to be alone and to just not feel…

But he couldn't, it was anathema to him, it was against his being, something he could neither fathom nor use. So he curled up farther and let himself cry bitter hot tears, clutching his arms to himself as he felt phantom pains blossom all over his body and mind. There was nothing left to do, nowhere left to go… Ron just wanted to sleep, after all.

When you're asleep, nothing can hurt.

I'm so alone, empty and lost; it's easier to let you go

Or is it trust? (is it you, is it me)

Time will erode the shame and the fault, it's easier to let you go

Or is it trust?

"Draco." Harry growled, and frowned. Draco was obviously insane, the boy needed help- Harry smiled, he knew what to do. His eyes flashed with sadistic intelligence, he'd give Draco a good serving of what helped him, the reason he always ran back to the boy. He just needed his mind and body fucked with. Harry waved his hand and Draco was healed.

Draco looked up at him through tear stained lashes and froze at the expression on Harry's face. Nothing he'd ever seen could prepare him for it, unholy glee in eyes so green they seemed to glow from within.

"Let's have some fun lovey." Harry whispered and bent down to kiss Draco on the forehead. "I know just the thing." And suddenly a knife was in his hand.

Time will erode the shame and the fault

Or is it trust? (is it you, is it me)

It's easier to let you go

Or is it trust?

"Come on Draco, come one babe, just let it feel! Harry growled and slammed into Draco, ripping apart the boy's robes and grabbing the beautiful white skin underneath. Draco whimpered as Harry rained small kisses down on his stomach. God it was hard to ignore this, to hate this when it felt so good-

Harry suddenly engulfed him with his mouth and Draco gasped as pleasure washed over him and he whined in anticipation as Harry nipped him gently on the tip.

And when it came time, he screamed as Harry slammed viciously into him.

Time will erode the shame and the fault

Or is it trust? (is it you, is it me)

It's easier to let you go

Pumping flesh screaming as pain defiled him and bloomed like cruel flowers. Sadistic muttering and pain filled with pleasure. Draco screamed as his senses were overwhelmed with such potent sensations he was near to blacking out.

The feelings rose and rose and as he neared his climax and the pain was erupting in his rear he didn't see the knife Harry held in his hands with its jagged edges.

But he felt it when it cut his belly and blood was all over him and he felt the pleasure and pain overwhelm him as he was sent over the brink.

Breathe

Draco collapsed onto the floor bleeding sluggishly after Harry stood up. He sealed the wound with a wave of his hand and it healed into a jagged lighting shaped scare. He smiled, excellent.

The ice was gone from him, he was hot, full of passion and vigor and-

Breathe

"MINE!" Voldemort screamed and rushed to break the bonds that Harry's mind had placed on him. He tore open from his spot within Harry's mind and ripped it from him, untold mental agony ripped through the soul of the boy and Voldemort crowed in triumph as he banished Harry from his body and into the recesses of Voldemort's mind, into the ice field.

Breathe

Harry stood and watched the desolate ice stretch before him in astonishment. Then he began to do something that showed how very insane he was. He did not laugh as so many evil villains do, he didn't cry he didn't rage he didn't do any of these things.

Breathe

Harry breathed. And then he began to burn.

Shout Outs!

DragonSoul- Didn't quite understand what you were saying, but if you're enjoying this then that's all I need to know.

Mizzy (neversignin@neitherdoyou!.com)- Oh yeah? Signing in is for weaklings! Uhm… Riiiiight… Wow that was too much cake, and goosebumps? Yeah! PEOPLE WE HAVE ACHIEVED GOOSEBUMPS! And I shall look into that book, Flowers for Algernon, if it made you cry I might get a sniffle out of it ^_^. I actually don't know how this will end, I think I may do a happy ending and a- well another one that will make small animals run in fear to put it lightly. But I it will be H/D all the way, Ron just gets abused a lot, poor baby…

Gia- Did you get the email again? Unique, thank you, I like that word.

SoulSister- I shake my head too, I can't believe what I make him do either, it's sorta bizarre. Glad to know I'm freaking you out.

Arkady- I update as much as possible, and this story is actually pretty easy to churn out every couple weeks, so just be aware it's coming along.

Gwen- Ah yes, the two voices, they have their places, you'll see soon just how screwed up Harry is because of them too. Ah, poor Havelock, and Ron too… NO REAL PEOPLE WERE HURT IN THE MAKING OF THIS, I CAN'T SAY AS MUCH FOR HAVELOCK, RON AND DRACO WHO WERE ALL SCREWED OVER IN THE MAKING OF THIS, HARD.

Bishylove- Sap? Well I'm writing some sap as we speak, but I'll only put it out when I'm finished with this trilogy or AD, so you'll have to wait for that for awhile. Glad to know you liked this as much as the original.