Harry Potter and the Broken Glass
Everyone wants harry to be a perfect, heroic boy. You may wish to look away now then.
"STOP" screamed the twelve year old boy, as he writhed in agony on the rough stone floor, "PLEASE STOP!"
The waif of a man who stood over him leaned in closer as a thin smile spread over his scarred face. "*please?* oh how the mighty have fallen!" a repulsive choking sound came from the figure; gradually growing to a full, grateing roar of laughter. "I always knew one day i would break you, but on only our third meeting, i have outdone even myself. What will you do to make me stop?"
"ANYTHING! PLEASE JUST STOP" tears were streaking his face, and a patch of damp was steadily growing by his leg. The spasms were getting stronger all the time now. Humiliated, the boy wanted it all to end. The pain now, the fear, the secrets. Deep down he knew he had made a huge mistake, but it hurt so much.
The man began to prowl around the twitching child. "mmm, anything is a lot to offer, are you sure?" he asked in an almost kindly manner, but the glint in his eyes betrayed the malice, the satisfaction of a few more moments of complete control.
He advanced towards his puppet, increasing the power of his spell with every step.
"AHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHH" the screams and shouts echoed in the dark room they were in. The walls rose into blackness, and the only light was a soft glow from the mirror standing in the corner. A small rock, maybe a polished stone, lay in one corner next to disguarded robes and ropes.
Wit a flick of his wand, Voldemort stopped the curse's effect. A sigh reverberated around the chamber. "I accept."
Harry's glasses broke as his unconcious body slumped to the ground.
*If you like it please tell me, if you dont, or think i could do better tell me as well. I am in the process of writng the first chapter proper, but if no one likes it theres no point! I dont know where this plot came from, but it sure scares the hell out of me! Tom*
Everyone wants harry to be a perfect, heroic boy. You may wish to look away now then.
"STOP" screamed the twelve year old boy, as he writhed in agony on the rough stone floor, "PLEASE STOP!"
The waif of a man who stood over him leaned in closer as a thin smile spread over his scarred face. "*please?* oh how the mighty have fallen!" a repulsive choking sound came from the figure; gradually growing to a full, grateing roar of laughter. "I always knew one day i would break you, but on only our third meeting, i have outdone even myself. What will you do to make me stop?"
"ANYTHING! PLEASE JUST STOP" tears were streaking his face, and a patch of damp was steadily growing by his leg. The spasms were getting stronger all the time now. Humiliated, the boy wanted it all to end. The pain now, the fear, the secrets. Deep down he knew he had made a huge mistake, but it hurt so much.
The man began to prowl around the twitching child. "mmm, anything is a lot to offer, are you sure?" he asked in an almost kindly manner, but the glint in his eyes betrayed the malice, the satisfaction of a few more moments of complete control.
He advanced towards his puppet, increasing the power of his spell with every step.
"AHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHH" the screams and shouts echoed in the dark room they were in. The walls rose into blackness, and the only light was a soft glow from the mirror standing in the corner. A small rock, maybe a polished stone, lay in one corner next to disguarded robes and ropes.
Wit a flick of his wand, Voldemort stopped the curse's effect. A sigh reverberated around the chamber. "I accept."
Harry's glasses broke as his unconcious body slumped to the ground.
*If you like it please tell me, if you dont, or think i could do better tell me as well. I am in the process of writng the first chapter proper, but if no one likes it theres no point! I dont know where this plot came from, but it sure scares the hell out of me! Tom*