Disclaimer: Okay now, I don't owe 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.
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BETAD BY: Skull Bearer
Chapter 2
"You think you can die when you want? We will tell you when to die!" Harry was lying again in the room with four men around him. They all started to beat him again, more pain. He wished to die -to end this all. And they even didn'tgive him that mercy.
"I know what we'll do with him. He is nice, guys what you think?" Approving muttering all about him and manic laughter. Harry's heart skipped few beats and he knew what was coming. All his clothes were torn off him. Harry wished that they would beat him, shoot him, even cut him, but not that. They enjoyed themselves on him, laughed at his screams and did it again. And again. And again... Until all their needs were more then satisfied. They tied his hands and forced him to eat and drink again. Rotten bread and not water; but something what Harry thought no human being would ever force other to drink. Finally he was thrown back into small room. Completely naked and tied so he couldn't even move.
He couldn't think about what these bastards did to him that day, he knew he couldn't live anymore knowing he had gone thought that. He prayed for death. It was the first time in his life Harry truely wanted to die, his last attempt was nothing to compared this. Silent tears were running over pale cheeks. He had thought that Voldemort was evil and sadistic, but these muggles were far above his biggest fears. Above anything Harry thought one person could do to another. Nightmares were worse than anything else. All that he experienced came back in his sleep mixed with terror of Voldemort. He tried to clear his mind of all thoughts and even if it helped little bit he couldn't fight the pain. He was weak, so terribly weak and broken.
"Come on, ask for more." It was another session of his 'punishment' as these men now called this. More days then he could count had passed, each one turning worse then the one before. It seemed he had been in this hell for eternity. The men used every way to break and humiliate him-to suck out every last bit of magic out of him. That's how they explained their 'noble cause'; to free world of freaks. Harry had made up his mind however-what ever comes; they can have his body, but never his soul. It was only thing he could protect and now after all this time, pain didn't seem so horrible anymore. It was constant and if they hurt him more it didn't matter anymore -nothing did actually.
"Come on, ask nicely." But when he didn't answer they started to rape him again, even more roughly. It went on and on and on. Never seeming to stop. Silent tears in his eyes, but determined to not let out a single scream -nothing. Finally the men were done and they forced him to eat again, when he refused they injected some chemicals into him with medicines that kept him alive and didn't let him die. They were wrong. Harry's mind was dying slowly and he knew it. Once again he was back in the darkness of his cell, completely naked and tied up. Wounds, cuts, bites and bruises all over his body. The floor was covered with his blood. He was dying.
"Hey you don't talk anymore. What's the matter? We don't treat you well enough?" A laugh. He was entertainment to them -a toy. That they used when ever they wanted. With what they did whatever came to their sick minds. And things were becoming worse and worse every time.
"Come on talk to us" Harry stared back at the men and spat into his face. It was a sign that his soul was still his own. Anger was rising -but there was no fear anymore. He didn't fear them anymore -he awaited his death and he knew it will come soon and set him free.
"Hey let's stab his eyes out, what you think?" asked one of the men in front of Harry. Cold laughter and the men took a long knife out.
"Ask nicely and maybe I will not do that" smirked the man evilly.
"You'll burn in hell for this" said Harry. He wasn't going to beg them. No. He hadn't begged Voldemort and he wasn't going to beg now. If that was his fate then so be it. The man grabbed his chin and other two men grabbed his arms and forced him to stay still -he couldn't move. One held his eyes open. Very slowly one leaned the blade closer and closer. He saw it coming -he felt cold metal sliding along his face, panic rising in him and few tears escaped his eyes... He tried to struggle, but hands hold him too strong he couldn't move an inch... and Harry felt cold sharp blade against his eye...
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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 2
"You think you can die when you want? We will tell you when to die!" Harry was lying again in the room with four men around him. They all started to beat him again, more pain. He wished to die -to end this all. And they even didn'tgive him that mercy.
"I know what we'll do with him. He is nice, guys what you think?" Approving muttering all about him and manic laughter. Harry's heart skipped few beats and he knew what was coming. All his clothes were torn off him. Harry wished that they would beat him, shoot him, even cut him, but not that. They enjoyed themselves on him, laughed at his screams and did it again. And again. And again... Until all their needs were more then satisfied. They tied his hands and forced him to eat and drink again. Rotten bread and not water; but something what Harry thought no human being would ever force other to drink. Finally he was thrown back into small room. Completely naked and tied so he couldn't even move.
He couldn't think about what these bastards did to him that day, he knew he couldn't live anymore knowing he had gone thought that. He prayed for death. It was the first time in his life Harry truely wanted to die, his last attempt was nothing to compared this. Silent tears were running over pale cheeks. He had thought that Voldemort was evil and sadistic, but these muggles were far above his biggest fears. Above anything Harry thought one person could do to another. Nightmares were worse than anything else. All that he experienced came back in his sleep mixed with terror of Voldemort. He tried to clear his mind of all thoughts and even if it helped little bit he couldn't fight the pain. He was weak, so terribly weak and broken.
"Come on, ask for more." It was another session of his 'punishment' as these men now called this. More days then he could count had passed, each one turning worse then the one before. It seemed he had been in this hell for eternity. The men used every way to break and humiliate him-to suck out every last bit of magic out of him. That's how they explained their 'noble cause'; to free world of freaks. Harry had made up his mind however-what ever comes; they can have his body, but never his soul. It was only thing he could protect and now after all this time, pain didn't seem so horrible anymore. It was constant and if they hurt him more it didn't matter anymore -nothing did actually.
"Come on, ask nicely." But when he didn't answer they started to rape him again, even more roughly. It went on and on and on. Never seeming to stop. Silent tears in his eyes, but determined to not let out a single scream -nothing. Finally the men were done and they forced him to eat again, when he refused they injected some chemicals into him with medicines that kept him alive and didn't let him die. They were wrong. Harry's mind was dying slowly and he knew it. Once again he was back in the darkness of his cell, completely naked and tied up. Wounds, cuts, bites and bruises all over his body. The floor was covered with his blood. He was dying.
"Hey you don't talk anymore. What's the matter? We don't treat you well enough?" A laugh. He was entertainment to them -a toy. That they used when ever they wanted. With what they did whatever came to their sick minds. And things were becoming worse and worse every time.
"Come on talk to us" Harry stared back at the men and spat into his face. It was a sign that his soul was still his own. Anger was rising -but there was no fear anymore. He didn't fear them anymore -he awaited his death and he knew it will come soon and set him free.
"Hey let's stab his eyes out, what you think?" asked one of the men in front of Harry. Cold laughter and the men took a long knife out.
"Ask nicely and maybe I will not do that" smirked the man evilly.
"You'll burn in hell for this" said Harry. He wasn't going to beg them. No. He hadn't begged Voldemort and he wasn't going to beg now. If that was his fate then so be it. The man grabbed his chin and other two men grabbed his arms and forced him to stay still -he couldn't move. One held his eyes open. Very slowly one leaned the blade closer and closer. He saw it coming -he felt cold metal sliding along his face, panic rising in him and few tears escaped his eyes... He tried to struggle, but hands hold him too strong he couldn't move an inch... and Harry felt cold sharp blade against his eye...
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