The Death of Harry Potter

By: Darkmoore

Author's Note: This chapter contains some graphic information, view discretion is strongly advised

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Part V – Deceptions Within Deceptions

Harry's scar prickled.

When Harry Potter opened his eyes, he was standing before the new Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones, being presented with the Order of Merlin at a lavish celebration. All of Harry's friends and family were there beaming at him with pride. Harry Potter had slain the dark lord, Voldemort.

Crowds of people were chanting his name, calling out their love for him and he was truly happy to be in their presence. Happy that he had survived and that no one had been killed to make this dream come true. Even Harry's beloved godfather was there clapping and laughing and his eyes were filled with pride at Harry's great accomplishment. Life was truly wonderful for the Boy Who Lived.

Then abruptly Harry woke up. His scar was prickling again.

Once again Harry found himself in his prison cell. Alone, naked and miserable he lay on his … I guess you could call it a bed. Really it was a pile of rags on the floor that served as his bed. You see Harry had to crawl around on the floor if he wanted to do anything or go anywhere as Walden MacNair had taken his axe and cut off Harry's feet just above the ankle. Wormtail had taken pity on Harry and healed his legs so he wouldn't bleed to death.

You see Harry had tried to run away from Malfoy Manor and had been caught so he had to be punished. Of course, he was being punished anyway; he had succeeded in killing Voldemort after all when he was 18 years old, only to be captured by Lucius Malfoy, who was now the leader of the Death Eaters.

Harry had been brought to Malfoy Manor after his abduction, stripped naked, had his glasses taken away and thrown into a cell in the dungeon, where he had been tortured severely. Harry had even been raped by the Antonin Dolohov and when he hadn't shown the proper reaction of pleasure to his encounter, his penis and testicals were cut off. Again Wormtail had been there to prevent Harry from bleeding to death and repair him enough to be able to pee, though he could no longer control his bladder and wet himself at random.

No, the worse part came later during his second rape. His hands had been tied to the wall and he was face down being abused sexually Rudolphus LeStrange when once again Walden MacNair came around with that axe of his and cut off his hands during the rape. LeStrange refused to stop his abuse of Harry for Wormtail to properly treat him so he once again wouldn't bleed to death, so he had to do it during the ordeal.

So now Harry was awake, laying naked on dirty rags, with no hands, no feet, no gender, and having dreams of events that never took place. Pathetic really when you think of it. There were times that Harry so wished he was dead, wishing they would just kill him and get it over with. Death Eaters had won, Dumbledore was dead, the Weasleys were all dead, Hermione was dead, Remus was dead, no one left alive to help him save Severus Snape and that wasn't going to happen. Then his scar prickled again.

Then Wormtail came into his dungeon cell, looked at Harry and sighed. Placed a common ordinary muggle razor blade on the floor and turned and left without ever saying a word to him.

For a few moments Harry tried to focus his eyes on the razor blade. If this was Wormtail's idea of paying back his life debt to him, it sure as hell sucked. However, Harry somehow managed to crawl over to where the razor blade was and somehow managed to get it in between his teeth and after ten or eleven attempts, he managed to slash his wrists open and the blood came poring out of them.

Soon Harry Potter's ordeal had ended and he was free from this constant torture.

The next morning bright and early Petunia Dursley walked into the bathroom in the hallway to find her 16-year-old nephew lying naked on the floor, covered in his own blood, with a razor blade between his teeth after he had crawled there from his bedroom. She screamed at the sight of it and she knew he was dead.

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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...

Era Yachi wrote Sigh. Sure, GO ahead and kill all of the characters. See if I care!! *folds her arms across her chest and pouts*



Well so far none of 'em have been sweet but the first! C'mon...make the next one all sappy! You're killin' my nerves! These chapters were good (albeit very strange and hard for me to fully comprehend, but good nonetheless) but you're breakin' my heart. Whew...

Answer - Sorry, I already had 5 written before your request, but just for you 6 will be sweeter. I promise.