Disclaimer: Okay now I don't own Harry Potter and those characters who are from real books -others are my own. Also some spells I made up myself(mainly using Latin) and if you want you can use them.
Summery: Something completely horrible will happen to Harry(poor guy, I feel so sorry for him). And the story is how he will deal with it.
WARNING: Very, very dark, child abuse and rape (no slash). This is DARK HARRY fic.
Please Read and Review.
BETAD BY: Skull Bearer
Chapter 1
"There's one of them" Harry heard voices behind him. He was walking in the direction of the play-ground near his aunt and uncle's home. It was now only a week till September and he was already waiting to get back to school. Suddenly somebody grabbed his shoulder and he turned around. There were standing two men, both were tall and muscular with rough expression on their faces. Before he could to say anything or do something, one of men hit him so hard that everything went black.
"Wake up, you little freak" Harry's head hurt. He was lying on the floor. Next moment somebody threw cold water into his face. He opened his eyes, he was in empty dark room and around him were standing four men. It was dark and he didn't see their faces, but they all wore muggle clothes. Harry wanted to move himself, but was unable to -he was tied up.
"Where am I?" he asked, but suddenly foot flew out of nowhere into his face. He felt his nose break and start to bleed horribly.
"You don't ask questions, we do. Is that clear?"
"Who the hell are you, why am I here?" Harry asked again. His head hurt terribly and everything was dizzy. He didn't have his glasses and everything was blurred. Smack. This time he was kicked in the stomach. He couldn't breath for several minutes and tears of pain emerged from his eyes. What was going on?
"Rule number one: Do not question us. Is that clear?"
"You fucking bastards, untie me! " Harry yelled his temper rising. He knew that they were only muggles now because he couldn't sense their magic and he had faced a lot worse things than this. But he regretted immediately that he spoke. Because next moment he was kicked so hard into his stomach that he saw sparks behind his eyelids and he flew half a meter backwards. After at least five agonizing minutes of pain, a man spoke again.
"One last chance. Do not question us. Is that clear?" Harry didn't answer anything. His mind was too dazed with pain. He was dizzy and quickly loosing consciousness.
"We don't hear you!" Another smack into his face. Harry felt two or three teeth flew from his mouth along with blood. Next he heard loud bang and then the most incredible pain in his leg. Like something small, hot and sharp made his way into his flesh. It was unbearable pain -almost like Cruciatus. He tried to look at the men and saw one aiming muggle gun at him.
"Is that clear now?" He was asked again.
"Yes" Harry whispered. Another smack into his stomach.
"You forget to say 'sir'". They laughed at this.
"Yes Sir" Harry spat. He couldn't really talk anymore. He felt weak and a part of his mind wondered why they were doing this to him.
"So you little freak, we have an understanding now, haven't we?" Harry didn't know if he was supposed to answer or not, but when he was hit again into his chest this time he felt his ribs break. He coughed more blood then before this time, the pain becoming worse. If they continue it would be like Cruciatus curse. And it was only curse he knew he would rather die than face.
"Yes Sir" whispered Harry.
"Now, we are the Antiwizards movement. So every wizard or witch we catch -we play with them. We torture them until they loose their mind. We do to you same what you do to us. Killing and torturing our families, you think that you are superior to us. Don't you?" Another smack and everything went dark.
Harry finally woke. He tried to open his eyes only to see that he was in complete darkness. He was untied, he tried to stand, but fell on the ground immediately. His leg hurt unbearably, his whole body was aching. There was dried blood all over his face, he could feel it, smell it, taste it. His head was spinning and it throbbed agonizingly and he was completely disoriented. He tried to search the room he was in and with a touch of horror he realized it was very small -smaller than even the cupboard under the stairs. The only things Harry knew he feared by now were Dementors and small dark rooms. Panic overtook him as he tried to find the door, but found none.
After half an hour of raving, he collapsed on the ground completely exhausted and unable to move. He was cold and sick, weak and helpless. He heard lot of noises -as if some animals were running all over the room. suddenly something bit him, he quickly grabbed what it was -a rat. He was locked into small room with rats, but not only rats. They started to crawl over his body biting him. Spiders, rats and insects. and then a sound -somewhere nearby a stereo was playing -"...I'm not good enough to live, I must die, I have deserved this, I must pay for my sins, I'm not good enough to live, I must die..." It repeated itself all over again repeatedly in a monotone voice. Every sound in the room started to drill into Harry's brain. Somewhere water was splashing every second. Harry tried to cover his ears with hands, but still he heard the voices...
He didn't know how long he had been in there, but he was crying and praying 'Why me? Oh god, why me? Help me, some one, please help me'. But no one ever came. He was starving by then. His body now numb of all the biting the rats did, the floor covered with his blood. Sometimes he fell into half-dream, but these dreams turned out to be even more horrible then reality. He heard his mother crying and begging Voldemort, he saw Voldemort rising, he saw Cedric's death and his godfather falling thought the veil. Sometime he saw visions of Voldemort and then his scar ached so badly that he wished to die. He felt every Cruciatus curse what Voldemort cast on his victims and his laughter drilled into his head which simply wanted to explode from all that pain and agony.
'Why me... what have I done to deserved this...?
"...I MUST DIE, I HAVE DESERVED THIS, I MUST PAY FOR MY SINS..."
I must die -no I did nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this, oh god please help me
"...I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO LIVE..."
I'm not good enough... no
"...I MUST DIE..."
...no...
"...I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO LIVE..."
...I'm not good enough...'
"OUT, Time to play!" Cold water in his face. Harry opened his eyes and looked. There was a door and out there was incredibly light. After all that darkness his eyes ached from such brightness, and next moment he was dragged out by his legs. Into the same room where he was last time. Four men were around him. And they started to punch and kick him into face, stomach and more sensitive areas of his body. He cried, and screamed from the pain. So helpless and there was nothing he could do about it. He was too weak and too small for these bastard adults.
"Eat" next moment a hand forced rotten bread into his mouth. Harry wanted to split it out, but one man hit him again in the face.
"Eat or I will beat you until you eat it." Harry ate. He was starving and didn't pay attention on what he was eating, then he was forced to drink. He did, and all men around him laughed. Sadistic laughter. They were sick -and then Harry realized what they forced him to drink and he wanted to die. Even Voldemort wasn't so perverted.
A few hours later Harry was sitting again in dark room. Broken, humiliated, beaten up, weak, helpless. Famous Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. He fell again into half sleep, a sleep full of more horrible nightmares than anyone could imagine. When he woke he was screaming, his scar hurt so much that it even opened and started to bleed -it had never done that before. And Harry gave up. He took off his shirt and laced it around his neck and drew it tighter. Soon he couldn't breath anymore. More pain, but he knew it will be over soon. Everything went black... And that was bliss....
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Summery: Something completely horrible will happen to Harry(poor guy, I feel so sorry for him). And the story is how he will deal with it.
WARNING: Very, very dark, child abuse and rape (no slash). This is DARK HARRY fic.
Please Read and Review.
BETAD BY: Skull Bearer
Chapter 1
"There's one of them" Harry heard voices behind him. He was walking in the direction of the play-ground near his aunt and uncle's home. It was now only a week till September and he was already waiting to get back to school. Suddenly somebody grabbed his shoulder and he turned around. There were standing two men, both were tall and muscular with rough expression on their faces. Before he could to say anything or do something, one of men hit him so hard that everything went black.
"Wake up, you little freak" Harry's head hurt. He was lying on the floor. Next moment somebody threw cold water into his face. He opened his eyes, he was in empty dark room and around him were standing four men. It was dark and he didn't see their faces, but they all wore muggle clothes. Harry wanted to move himself, but was unable to -he was tied up.
"Where am I?" he asked, but suddenly foot flew out of nowhere into his face. He felt his nose break and start to bleed horribly.
"You don't ask questions, we do. Is that clear?"
"Who the hell are you, why am I here?" Harry asked again. His head hurt terribly and everything was dizzy. He didn't have his glasses and everything was blurred. Smack. This time he was kicked in the stomach. He couldn't breath for several minutes and tears of pain emerged from his eyes. What was going on?
"Rule number one: Do not question us. Is that clear?"
"You fucking bastards, untie me! " Harry yelled his temper rising. He knew that they were only muggles now because he couldn't sense their magic and he had faced a lot worse things than this. But he regretted immediately that he spoke. Because next moment he was kicked so hard into his stomach that he saw sparks behind his eyelids and he flew half a meter backwards. After at least five agonizing minutes of pain, a man spoke again.
"One last chance. Do not question us. Is that clear?" Harry didn't answer anything. His mind was too dazed with pain. He was dizzy and quickly loosing consciousness.
"We don't hear you!" Another smack into his face. Harry felt two or three teeth flew from his mouth along with blood. Next he heard loud bang and then the most incredible pain in his leg. Like something small, hot and sharp made his way into his flesh. It was unbearable pain -almost like Cruciatus. He tried to look at the men and saw one aiming muggle gun at him.
"Is that clear now?" He was asked again.
"Yes" Harry whispered. Another smack into his stomach.
"You forget to say 'sir'". They laughed at this.
"Yes Sir" Harry spat. He couldn't really talk anymore. He felt weak and a part of his mind wondered why they were doing this to him.
"So you little freak, we have an understanding now, haven't we?" Harry didn't know if he was supposed to answer or not, but when he was hit again into his chest this time he felt his ribs break. He coughed more blood then before this time, the pain becoming worse. If they continue it would be like Cruciatus curse. And it was only curse he knew he would rather die than face.
"Yes Sir" whispered Harry.
"Now, we are the Antiwizards movement. So every wizard or witch we catch -we play with them. We torture them until they loose their mind. We do to you same what you do to us. Killing and torturing our families, you think that you are superior to us. Don't you?" Another smack and everything went dark.
Harry finally woke. He tried to open his eyes only to see that he was in complete darkness. He was untied, he tried to stand, but fell on the ground immediately. His leg hurt unbearably, his whole body was aching. There was dried blood all over his face, he could feel it, smell it, taste it. His head was spinning and it throbbed agonizingly and he was completely disoriented. He tried to search the room he was in and with a touch of horror he realized it was very small -smaller than even the cupboard under the stairs. The only things Harry knew he feared by now were Dementors and small dark rooms. Panic overtook him as he tried to find the door, but found none.
After half an hour of raving, he collapsed on the ground completely exhausted and unable to move. He was cold and sick, weak and helpless. He heard lot of noises -as if some animals were running all over the room. suddenly something bit him, he quickly grabbed what it was -a rat. He was locked into small room with rats, but not only rats. They started to crawl over his body biting him. Spiders, rats and insects. and then a sound -somewhere nearby a stereo was playing -"...I'm not good enough to live, I must die, I have deserved this, I must pay for my sins, I'm not good enough to live, I must die..." It repeated itself all over again repeatedly in a monotone voice. Every sound in the room started to drill into Harry's brain. Somewhere water was splashing every second. Harry tried to cover his ears with hands, but still he heard the voices...
He didn't know how long he had been in there, but he was crying and praying 'Why me? Oh god, why me? Help me, some one, please help me'. But no one ever came. He was starving by then. His body now numb of all the biting the rats did, the floor covered with his blood. Sometimes he fell into half-dream, but these dreams turned out to be even more horrible then reality. He heard his mother crying and begging Voldemort, he saw Voldemort rising, he saw Cedric's death and his godfather falling thought the veil. Sometime he saw visions of Voldemort and then his scar ached so badly that he wished to die. He felt every Cruciatus curse what Voldemort cast on his victims and his laughter drilled into his head which simply wanted to explode from all that pain and agony.
'Why me... what have I done to deserved this...?
"...I MUST DIE, I HAVE DESERVED THIS, I MUST PAY FOR MY SINS..."
I must die -no I did nothing wrong, nothing to deserve this, oh god please help me
"...I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO LIVE..."
I'm not good enough... no
"...I MUST DIE..."
...no...
"...I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO LIVE..."
...I'm not good enough...'
"OUT, Time to play!" Cold water in his face. Harry opened his eyes and looked. There was a door and out there was incredibly light. After all that darkness his eyes ached from such brightness, and next moment he was dragged out by his legs. Into the same room where he was last time. Four men were around him. And they started to punch and kick him into face, stomach and more sensitive areas of his body. He cried, and screamed from the pain. So helpless and there was nothing he could do about it. He was too weak and too small for these bastard adults.
"Eat" next moment a hand forced rotten bread into his mouth. Harry wanted to split it out, but one man hit him again in the face.
"Eat or I will beat you until you eat it." Harry ate. He was starving and didn't pay attention on what he was eating, then he was forced to drink. He did, and all men around him laughed. Sadistic laughter. They were sick -and then Harry realized what they forced him to drink and he wanted to die. Even Voldemort wasn't so perverted.
A few hours later Harry was sitting again in dark room. Broken, humiliated, beaten up, weak, helpless. Famous Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. He fell again into half sleep, a sleep full of more horrible nightmares than anyone could imagine. When he woke he was screaming, his scar hurt so much that it even opened and started to bleed -it had never done that before. And Harry gave up. He took off his shirt and laced it around his neck and drew it tighter. Soon he couldn't breath anymore. More pain, but he knew it will be over soon. Everything went black... And that was bliss....
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