Chapter Seven: Breaking
"Where am I?" Harry stammered as he continued to look around him with caution.
"You are in my private chambers innocent," Voldemort whispered.
"Then take me back to the forest!"
Voldemort snickered. "I don't think so. As it stands, I won the duel and now you belong to me."
"I belong to NO one!" Harry shouted. Voldemort laughed again and brought Harry's face to his, their lips only inches apart. "If this is what you believe then you have much to learn." He pecked him on the lips softly and Harry pulled out of his grasp. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
"I suggest against that innocent. That is Devil's Sand.it's sort of like Devil's Snare.only it's black and thick and."
"Sand?" Harry replied matter of factly.
" Once one of an innocent heart touches it, the darkness of its magic consumes him.and leaves nothing more but a shell of the being."
Harry gave the sand a cautious look as it seeming reached up and tried to grab his ankle. Crying out, he jerked his legs away and sat on the bed panting. Voldemort snickered.
"My, Gryffindors can be quite foolish."
"You won't get away with this," Harry snarled suddenly. "Dumbledore will find me and save me from the likes of you!"
Voldemort stared at the boy for a moment, then laughed. "Dear child, that fool cares nothing about you!"
Harry stared at him for a moment then frowned. "What?"
"That old muggle loving fool cares nothing about you Harry. He never has! I thought you would have at least realized that by now."
"What are you talking about!" Harry fumed. "Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of all time, not just because he is powerful but because he is a heartwarming person that cares about everyone! And he took a special interest in me, ensuring that I was always safe, he does care! Why would he bother if he didn't care?"
"Why don't you see for yourself Harry?" Voldemort whispered as wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and held him close. "Close your eyes Harry, and allow me to show you the truth." "You know nothing about the truth," Harry stated bitterly.
"Do as I say boy!" Voldemort whispered harshly. "Close your eyes innocent and allow me to show the truth of your beloved Headmaster.or your beloved godfather. Let me show you much they 'care' for you Harry."
Harry breathed lightly for a second, thinking whether he should trust the man's words. Finally, out of curiosity, he closed his eyes tightly.
Clear your mind of thought, of everything around you.
The man was speaking to him through his mind again.
And listen to my words Harry. Let me form for you, a picture of what the ones you care for are truly like. Let me show you.
Harry could see a picture forming into his mind. It was blurred at first, but become clear and solid. It was this of Professor McGongall and Professor Albus Dumbledore.
They seemed to be arguing over something.something important.
"But he's the one Albus! The boy that everyone knows will save us all!"
"Minerva", Dumbledore said lightly. "He is but who everyone wishes to believe that will save us all. But as for fact, he is nothing more then a useless child, his capture as proven this."
McGongall frowned. "But Albus shouldn't we try to at least, find Harry?"
Harry gasped. 'Did he just call me useless?'
"Why?" the Headmaster asked matter of factly. "His own foolishness got him captured. And quite frankly, I'm sick of having to look after the boy. He's been nothing but a nuisance from the beginning. Really! Thinking that Harry actually could defeat the Dark Lord! He can't even defeat a grain of table salt by himself!"
McGongall gave him a worried frown. "But at one time, you must have thought-"
"I only did what I thought would make me look like a better person in everyone's eyes!" Dumbledore cut in. "I never actually cared for Harry, although, I am grateful that his meddling actually came in handy at times, preserving the well fair of the other students and my self image-"
"Albus-"
"But honestly Minerva, what use is he? Every since he's come to my school, he's caused nothing but trouble for me, students coming up petrified, missing, or dead. You must agree with me honestly."
'This isn't true.' Harry thought rapidly, being to loose his composer. 'This can't be real. This is all a horrible dream.yes.a horrible dream to hurt me.'
It is nothing more then the truth as it is seen Harry. As hurtful as it may seem, this is all that your beloved headmaster thinks of you.
McGongall gave Dumbledore a hurt, disappointed look and he sighed. "Come now my lady," Dumbledore pleaded softly. "You know as well as I that he is better off as he probably is-hopefully-dead."
"ALBUS!"
"In that case, he would put us all out of our misery and you know that. It is to my best hopes, that he is never found.and if he is.perhaps I shall just use him more in my service of making me look grander then I may be."
"I don't want to see anymore," Harry whispered, opening his eyes finally, trying to get the horrible image out of his mind. "I can't stand it."
No one can truly stand the truth Harry. It is why most keep far away from it, why others deny themselves or people they care for of it, because they don't want to see them hurt. I give you this truth because although it may hurt, it only would more in the long run my dear innocent. I only have your well being at heart.
"So that is what you were thinking of when you murdered my parents?" Harry grumbled bluntly. "My best interest."
That never would have happened if it were not for your godfather.
Ron looked down at the picture and smiled sadly. It was that of him and Harry, taken about a month ago by Hermione, who was able to catch them having one of their 'private moments'.
He was kissing Harry, softly, gently, his eyes slightly opened as Harry's were closed completely, his heart, his soul seeming to be absorbed into the pure emotion of the kiss.
How he missed his beloved Harry.
"Weasley?"
Ron looked up at the doorway. Draco was standing in it, leaning to the side, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the red head with no emotion to be read on his face but a light, smirk.
"You're thinking of him, aren't you Weasley?" he stated rather then asked, as he entered the room. Ron noticed he was dressed differently then usual, wearing a slightly bagging white polo shirt that buttoned up in the front and a pair of slightly baggy black jeans with yellow stitching. His hair was spiked slightly instead of combed back neatly as usual.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "What's with the new look?"
"Something to do, or to prepare for this mission, as you will," Draco stated matter of factly, taking a seat by Ron on the bed. "Seeing as I'm stuck with you, I'll be doing a lot of running, and a rather long flowing robe is not what is needed."
Ron sneered at him. "Please Malfoy. You've been nothing but a chicken since first year. All talk but no show. I be against odds or scared but at least I stick it out.you on the other hand put your tail between your legs and go howling for 'daddy'."
Draco smirked. "You look quite handsome when you're all angry like that.your face becomes flushed and your eyes twinkle."
Ron looked at him startled. "What?"
Draco gave him a charming smile but turned to look away from him. "As much as I hate to admit it, Harry is lucky to have someone like you with him. I'm envious really. I've always sort of 'liked' you Weasley and when I saw we couldn't have a normal relationship.I guess I went for the more suddenly hateful one. But hey! It beat not having one at all right?"
"I.guess." Ron replied, not really sure what to say. Draco's smile softened. "Come here Weasley."
"You're lying!" Harry shouted. "Sirius told me-"
What he wanted you to believe, as did so many others that 'care' about you. The truth is, Sirius lies. Wormtail was never your parent's secret keeper. It was truly Sirius Black that told me with his own lips where your parents hid from me.
"He wouldn't!" Harry insisted tearfully now, not wanting to face what he was hearing. "There is no way he would lie, betray me or my dad like that! He cared about my father. He was like a brother-"
He was much more then that Harry, do not be deceived. He wanted to be oh so much more. And when he couldn't.wasn't accepted as such, he took matters into his own hands.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked slightly confused. Voldemort's laughter rung in his ears. It sounded as if it were everywhere.
I can show you what you yearn to see Harry. You lust for the truth.to know what your godfather is truly like. Let me show you.
His embrace around Harry's waist tightened and his hips seemed to grind into him. Harry leaned his head back and it came to rest on Voldemort's shoulder, Harry staring blankly at the ceiling.
Let me show you Harry.
Nodding slightly, Harry closed his eyes slowly and cleared his mind again of all thought and feeling. Another vision came into his mind, blurry as the first but soon becoming sharper and clear.
This time it was of a figure, draped in black, standing over another being that kneeled at his feet, his face away from him. They stood in a small clearing, surrounded by dead trees and a wispy gray sky.
"Master," the figure on his knees whispered in the crisp air.
Voldemort looked down at him and smiled slightly pleased, placing a hand lightly on the figure's rough, black hair, running his spidery fingers through it carefully, softly.
"Tell me what you know of him, my pet."
"He resides on Godric Hollow in a two story brick house with his wife and child. Dumbledore has placed a spell of the place so that it could never be found by you, my lord."
Voldemort laughed dryly, in a soft voice. "How foolish to think that they could get away. And how is it, my dear pet, that you know these things?"
"Because it was I that that fool assigned to be his Secret Keeper, my dear lord," the figure, a man by the base of the voice, cooed. "He entrusted this secret foolishly to me.
"Excellent" Voldemort hissed excitedly, his nose flaring. He reached down with his other hand and raised the man face so that he may look into it. He smiled triumphantly at him.
Sirius smiled back.
"You have done well."
'No! I won't believe you!' Harry shouted loudly to him. 'Sirius was never-'
But he was Harry. He belonged to me once. He obeyed and adored me. And all because your father refused him. Refused his love, to give him the chance of being his love, to make him happy. It is amazing what bitterness, jealously of a woman can do to one, isn't it?
Harry continued to watch as Voldemort slowly entered his house, his father being downstairs in the living room, putting a nice log in the fireplace, humming what seemed to be, a lullaby.
Lily called to him as a baby began to cry.he began to cry.and James called that he would be there in a moment.
And he turned to see both Voldemort and Sirius standing before him, only Sirius had his wand pointed at his father.
James looked at the man startled and hurt.
"But why Sirius?" he asked in a horrified whisper.
"First Lupin.then of all people, that git Snape.did you think I would be second to that woman too James?" Sirius spat hatefully.
"Sirius, I thought you would understand-"
"That you never loved me at all and that I didn't mean anything to you!" he spat, striking the man hard across the face.
James stumbled back into the fireplace and loudly, knocked over a stake of logs that rolled across the floor.
"James?" a softly, sweet voice called to him.
"I'm fine darling, just.stay upstairs!" James called out to her, trying to hide his worry and tenseness from his voice.
"Don't worry Prongs," Sirius sneered. "She'll be joining you very quickly." James shook his head. "Such a traitor."
"That you shall bow before!" Voldemort smiled evilly as he forced James to the ground with a Crucio curse. James held in his screams, not wanting to alarm Lily and cause her to come down.
"Beg for his forgiveness."
"STOP!" Harry cried out as he pulled himself from Voldemort's embrace and fell on his stomach onto the bed. "I don't want to see anymore of what you have to say!"
The truth will always hurt Harry.
"Then I don't want to learn anymore of it!" Harry screamed, placing a pillow over his head. "Just leave me be or let me die! Either way, I'll never join you! No matter how much of a betrayal you show me from the others!"
You will come to your senses my dear innocent.once you rest.
Harry could feel his eyes becoming heavy, his mind once again thoughtless but groggy. 'What are you.'
Sleep.
Harry could feel strong arms holding him, his head resting on sooth skin, the soft breath of another on his face. But this did not matter to him. For now, all he wanted was sleep.and to forget the horrible memories of Lord Voldemort.
But I'm not done with you yet my dear innocent, he told Harry. Not until I have you completely broken.to devote yourself as my slave.
A/N: Okay, was going to use the chapter title 'Riddle me This', 'Riddle me That' but is it just me or has anyone else noticed that title chapter is being use a lot? Anyway, the next chapter defiantly is a SLASHER so be forewarned and no flames for my slashyness ness ness! Enjoy.
"Where am I?" Harry stammered as he continued to look around him with caution.
"You are in my private chambers innocent," Voldemort whispered.
"Then take me back to the forest!"
Voldemort snickered. "I don't think so. As it stands, I won the duel and now you belong to me."
"I belong to NO one!" Harry shouted. Voldemort laughed again and brought Harry's face to his, their lips only inches apart. "If this is what you believe then you have much to learn." He pecked him on the lips softly and Harry pulled out of his grasp. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
"I suggest against that innocent. That is Devil's Sand.it's sort of like Devil's Snare.only it's black and thick and."
"Sand?" Harry replied matter of factly.
" Once one of an innocent heart touches it, the darkness of its magic consumes him.and leaves nothing more but a shell of the being."
Harry gave the sand a cautious look as it seeming reached up and tried to grab his ankle. Crying out, he jerked his legs away and sat on the bed panting. Voldemort snickered.
"My, Gryffindors can be quite foolish."
"You won't get away with this," Harry snarled suddenly. "Dumbledore will find me and save me from the likes of you!"
Voldemort stared at the boy for a moment, then laughed. "Dear child, that fool cares nothing about you!"
Harry stared at him for a moment then frowned. "What?"
"That old muggle loving fool cares nothing about you Harry. He never has! I thought you would have at least realized that by now."
"What are you talking about!" Harry fumed. "Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of all time, not just because he is powerful but because he is a heartwarming person that cares about everyone! And he took a special interest in me, ensuring that I was always safe, he does care! Why would he bother if he didn't care?"
"Why don't you see for yourself Harry?" Voldemort whispered as wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and held him close. "Close your eyes Harry, and allow me to show you the truth." "You know nothing about the truth," Harry stated bitterly.
"Do as I say boy!" Voldemort whispered harshly. "Close your eyes innocent and allow me to show the truth of your beloved Headmaster.or your beloved godfather. Let me show you much they 'care' for you Harry."
Harry breathed lightly for a second, thinking whether he should trust the man's words. Finally, out of curiosity, he closed his eyes tightly.
Clear your mind of thought, of everything around you.
The man was speaking to him through his mind again.
And listen to my words Harry. Let me form for you, a picture of what the ones you care for are truly like. Let me show you.
Harry could see a picture forming into his mind. It was blurred at first, but become clear and solid. It was this of Professor McGongall and Professor Albus Dumbledore.
They seemed to be arguing over something.something important.
"But he's the one Albus! The boy that everyone knows will save us all!"
"Minerva", Dumbledore said lightly. "He is but who everyone wishes to believe that will save us all. But as for fact, he is nothing more then a useless child, his capture as proven this."
McGongall frowned. "But Albus shouldn't we try to at least, find Harry?"
Harry gasped. 'Did he just call me useless?'
"Why?" the Headmaster asked matter of factly. "His own foolishness got him captured. And quite frankly, I'm sick of having to look after the boy. He's been nothing but a nuisance from the beginning. Really! Thinking that Harry actually could defeat the Dark Lord! He can't even defeat a grain of table salt by himself!"
McGongall gave him a worried frown. "But at one time, you must have thought-"
"I only did what I thought would make me look like a better person in everyone's eyes!" Dumbledore cut in. "I never actually cared for Harry, although, I am grateful that his meddling actually came in handy at times, preserving the well fair of the other students and my self image-"
"Albus-"
"But honestly Minerva, what use is he? Every since he's come to my school, he's caused nothing but trouble for me, students coming up petrified, missing, or dead. You must agree with me honestly."
'This isn't true.' Harry thought rapidly, being to loose his composer. 'This can't be real. This is all a horrible dream.yes.a horrible dream to hurt me.'
It is nothing more then the truth as it is seen Harry. As hurtful as it may seem, this is all that your beloved headmaster thinks of you.
McGongall gave Dumbledore a hurt, disappointed look and he sighed. "Come now my lady," Dumbledore pleaded softly. "You know as well as I that he is better off as he probably is-hopefully-dead."
"ALBUS!"
"In that case, he would put us all out of our misery and you know that. It is to my best hopes, that he is never found.and if he is.perhaps I shall just use him more in my service of making me look grander then I may be."
"I don't want to see anymore," Harry whispered, opening his eyes finally, trying to get the horrible image out of his mind. "I can't stand it."
No one can truly stand the truth Harry. It is why most keep far away from it, why others deny themselves or people they care for of it, because they don't want to see them hurt. I give you this truth because although it may hurt, it only would more in the long run my dear innocent. I only have your well being at heart.
"So that is what you were thinking of when you murdered my parents?" Harry grumbled bluntly. "My best interest."
That never would have happened if it were not for your godfather.
Ron looked down at the picture and smiled sadly. It was that of him and Harry, taken about a month ago by Hermione, who was able to catch them having one of their 'private moments'.
He was kissing Harry, softly, gently, his eyes slightly opened as Harry's were closed completely, his heart, his soul seeming to be absorbed into the pure emotion of the kiss.
How he missed his beloved Harry.
"Weasley?"
Ron looked up at the doorway. Draco was standing in it, leaning to the side, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the red head with no emotion to be read on his face but a light, smirk.
"You're thinking of him, aren't you Weasley?" he stated rather then asked, as he entered the room. Ron noticed he was dressed differently then usual, wearing a slightly bagging white polo shirt that buttoned up in the front and a pair of slightly baggy black jeans with yellow stitching. His hair was spiked slightly instead of combed back neatly as usual.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "What's with the new look?"
"Something to do, or to prepare for this mission, as you will," Draco stated matter of factly, taking a seat by Ron on the bed. "Seeing as I'm stuck with you, I'll be doing a lot of running, and a rather long flowing robe is not what is needed."
Ron sneered at him. "Please Malfoy. You've been nothing but a chicken since first year. All talk but no show. I be against odds or scared but at least I stick it out.you on the other hand put your tail between your legs and go howling for 'daddy'."
Draco smirked. "You look quite handsome when you're all angry like that.your face becomes flushed and your eyes twinkle."
Ron looked at him startled. "What?"
Draco gave him a charming smile but turned to look away from him. "As much as I hate to admit it, Harry is lucky to have someone like you with him. I'm envious really. I've always sort of 'liked' you Weasley and when I saw we couldn't have a normal relationship.I guess I went for the more suddenly hateful one. But hey! It beat not having one at all right?"
"I.guess." Ron replied, not really sure what to say. Draco's smile softened. "Come here Weasley."
"You're lying!" Harry shouted. "Sirius told me-"
What he wanted you to believe, as did so many others that 'care' about you. The truth is, Sirius lies. Wormtail was never your parent's secret keeper. It was truly Sirius Black that told me with his own lips where your parents hid from me.
"He wouldn't!" Harry insisted tearfully now, not wanting to face what he was hearing. "There is no way he would lie, betray me or my dad like that! He cared about my father. He was like a brother-"
He was much more then that Harry, do not be deceived. He wanted to be oh so much more. And when he couldn't.wasn't accepted as such, he took matters into his own hands.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked slightly confused. Voldemort's laughter rung in his ears. It sounded as if it were everywhere.
I can show you what you yearn to see Harry. You lust for the truth.to know what your godfather is truly like. Let me show you.
His embrace around Harry's waist tightened and his hips seemed to grind into him. Harry leaned his head back and it came to rest on Voldemort's shoulder, Harry staring blankly at the ceiling.
Let me show you Harry.
Nodding slightly, Harry closed his eyes slowly and cleared his mind again of all thought and feeling. Another vision came into his mind, blurry as the first but soon becoming sharper and clear.
This time it was of a figure, draped in black, standing over another being that kneeled at his feet, his face away from him. They stood in a small clearing, surrounded by dead trees and a wispy gray sky.
"Master," the figure on his knees whispered in the crisp air.
Voldemort looked down at him and smiled slightly pleased, placing a hand lightly on the figure's rough, black hair, running his spidery fingers through it carefully, softly.
"Tell me what you know of him, my pet."
"He resides on Godric Hollow in a two story brick house with his wife and child. Dumbledore has placed a spell of the place so that it could never be found by you, my lord."
Voldemort laughed dryly, in a soft voice. "How foolish to think that they could get away. And how is it, my dear pet, that you know these things?"
"Because it was I that that fool assigned to be his Secret Keeper, my dear lord," the figure, a man by the base of the voice, cooed. "He entrusted this secret foolishly to me.
"Excellent" Voldemort hissed excitedly, his nose flaring. He reached down with his other hand and raised the man face so that he may look into it. He smiled triumphantly at him.
Sirius smiled back.
"You have done well."
'No! I won't believe you!' Harry shouted loudly to him. 'Sirius was never-'
But he was Harry. He belonged to me once. He obeyed and adored me. And all because your father refused him. Refused his love, to give him the chance of being his love, to make him happy. It is amazing what bitterness, jealously of a woman can do to one, isn't it?
Harry continued to watch as Voldemort slowly entered his house, his father being downstairs in the living room, putting a nice log in the fireplace, humming what seemed to be, a lullaby.
Lily called to him as a baby began to cry.he began to cry.and James called that he would be there in a moment.
And he turned to see both Voldemort and Sirius standing before him, only Sirius had his wand pointed at his father.
James looked at the man startled and hurt.
"But why Sirius?" he asked in a horrified whisper.
"First Lupin.then of all people, that git Snape.did you think I would be second to that woman too James?" Sirius spat hatefully.
"Sirius, I thought you would understand-"
"That you never loved me at all and that I didn't mean anything to you!" he spat, striking the man hard across the face.
James stumbled back into the fireplace and loudly, knocked over a stake of logs that rolled across the floor.
"James?" a softly, sweet voice called to him.
"I'm fine darling, just.stay upstairs!" James called out to her, trying to hide his worry and tenseness from his voice.
"Don't worry Prongs," Sirius sneered. "She'll be joining you very quickly." James shook his head. "Such a traitor."
"That you shall bow before!" Voldemort smiled evilly as he forced James to the ground with a Crucio curse. James held in his screams, not wanting to alarm Lily and cause her to come down.
"Beg for his forgiveness."
"STOP!" Harry cried out as he pulled himself from Voldemort's embrace and fell on his stomach onto the bed. "I don't want to see anymore of what you have to say!"
The truth will always hurt Harry.
"Then I don't want to learn anymore of it!" Harry screamed, placing a pillow over his head. "Just leave me be or let me die! Either way, I'll never join you! No matter how much of a betrayal you show me from the others!"
You will come to your senses my dear innocent.once you rest.
Harry could feel his eyes becoming heavy, his mind once again thoughtless but groggy. 'What are you.'
Sleep.
Harry could feel strong arms holding him, his head resting on sooth skin, the soft breath of another on his face. But this did not matter to him. For now, all he wanted was sleep.and to forget the horrible memories of Lord Voldemort.
But I'm not done with you yet my dear innocent, he told Harry. Not until I have you completely broken.to devote yourself as my slave.
A/N: Okay, was going to use the chapter title 'Riddle me This', 'Riddle me That' but is it just me or has anyone else noticed that title chapter is being use a lot? Anyway, the next chapter defiantly is a SLASHER so be forewarned and no flames for my slashyness ness ness! Enjoy.