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.
I'm sorry people I know you think I'm sick to write this(maybe I am, who knows :) ), but I really want Harry to suffer, because I think that is only this way he can become really dark and evil -if all goodness and love is just killed in him. And don't worry(I shouldn't tell you this guys but) these men will pay a HORRIBLE price for their actions. I'm sorry for Hedwig (I'm so sad that I killed that lovely bird)
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BETAD BY: Skull Bearer
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Chapter 3
Harry closed his eyes expecting any moment blade to cut out his eye. He waited but it never came. Opening his eyes he was surprised to see that all who had held him had let go and jumped back. Harry looked at the man who was holding the knife-in his face was complete horror and shock -for a moment Harry wondered what had caused such reaction, then he looked at knife-it had melted. The whole blade had melted into one blunt piece of metal. Harry realized that he had somehow used wandless magic.
"I thought they can do that only with those sticks" said one of them stupidly. Fear and shock was clear evident in his voice. Two men grabbed Harry and threw him back into his room. 'Now what?' Harry thought, 'Are they going to finally kill me? Yes I want to die, I could see my mother and father again. And Sirius too!. Please god let them kill me, I don't want to suffer anymore like this...' "...I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO LIVE, I MUST DIE, I HAVE DESERVED THIS..." The voice echoed over and over somewhere. Harry sometimes repeated and even believed, but then he realised 'They just want to drive me mad'. Now however he was simply too angry. "SHUT UP" he yelled and too his ultimate surprise it did. But he was too exhausted to wonder and fell into half sleep.
The men didn't come back for at least three or four days. Harry knew he was dying slowly -and that was good for him. He didn't pay any attention on the rats or bugs anymore. He had gotten used to the darkness and pain. He was ready and just waiting -waiting for death. Finally the door opened, the men were back.
"Out you freak", But Harry was too weak to even move, but he even didn't have to -they dragged him out. To the same room. All four were standing around him. They weren't laughing this time -looked like Harry's use of magic last time had scared them too much.
"Any last words boy?" asked one of them, aiming gun at Harry. But to Harry it was relieving-it meant no more pain, no more torture, no more nightmares -it all would go away. Yes he wanted to die and he didn't fear death anymore.
"Death is nothing more then just a next great adventure" Harry said weakly remembering Professor Dumbledore and smiled at them. The effect of his words and expression on his face was beyond even Harry's wildest imagination. They all stepped back and men lowered his gun. They were shocked and fear crossed their faces.
"What's the matter? Can't you kill a sixteen year old dying boy? You are cowards, and believe me day will come when you will pay for everything you did to me. You can have my body, but never my soul."
"Shut up!"
"From this moment you pull the trigger," Harry continued calmly smiling at them, "I will curse you to remember me, to hound your action in your dreams. I will hunt you until you have suffered the same fate as I have! Go ahead!"
"SHUT UP!"
"Do I sense fear? Fear of me? Go ahead pull the trigger -I'm not afraid of death because I know that my heart is pure -but how about you? How do you justify your actions?"
"YOU FILTHY LITTLE FREAK YOU WILL DIE!" The men with gun yelled and then a deafening bang. Harry closed his eyes waiting for the bullet to smash his skull and free him forever, but he heard screams and voices, another loud bang and then another. 'Did I use any wandless magic again?' Harry mused to himself as he opened his eyes.
"KILL THE OWL, KILL THE BLOODY BIRD", yelled one of the men. Harry looked around -big snowy owl was flying in his direction, but another bang and bird fell on the floor. Crimson blood covering white owl, one last hoot - a painful look, a look which drilled into Harry's heart and soul more than any sound ever could. Tears running over his cheek as he watched the bird.
"Hedwig." But the bird was dead. These bastards killed her!
"Bloody owl, now kill the boy," The man aimed at him again, but anger was boiling in Harry more horribly then ever before and hate -hate so strong that it even didn't have word to describe it. Hate against the men. They killed Hedwig -Harry wanted revenge. Bang. The Man had pulled the trigger. It was over... It was too late.
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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.
I'm sorry people I know you think I'm sick to write this(maybe I am, who knows :) ), but I really want Harry to suffer, because I think that is only this way he can become really dark and evil -if all goodness and love is just killed in him. And don't worry(I shouldn't tell you this guys but) these men will pay a HORRIBLE price for their actions. I'm sorry for Hedwig (I'm so sad that I killed that lovely bird)
Please Read and Review.
BETAD BY: Skull Bearer
REVIEW!
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Chapter 3
Harry closed his eyes expecting any moment blade to cut out his eye. He waited but it never came. Opening his eyes he was surprised to see that all who had held him had let go and jumped back. Harry looked at the man who was holding the knife-in his face was complete horror and shock -for a moment Harry wondered what had caused such reaction, then he looked at knife-it had melted. The whole blade had melted into one blunt piece of metal. Harry realized that he had somehow used wandless magic.
"I thought they can do that only with those sticks" said one of them stupidly. Fear and shock was clear evident in his voice. Two men grabbed Harry and threw him back into his room. 'Now what?' Harry thought, 'Are they going to finally kill me? Yes I want to die, I could see my mother and father again. And Sirius too!. Please god let them kill me, I don't want to suffer anymore like this...' "...I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO LIVE, I MUST DIE, I HAVE DESERVED THIS..." The voice echoed over and over somewhere. Harry sometimes repeated and even believed, but then he realised 'They just want to drive me mad'. Now however he was simply too angry. "SHUT UP" he yelled and too his ultimate surprise it did. But he was too exhausted to wonder and fell into half sleep.
The men didn't come back for at least three or four days. Harry knew he was dying slowly -and that was good for him. He didn't pay any attention on the rats or bugs anymore. He had gotten used to the darkness and pain. He was ready and just waiting -waiting for death. Finally the door opened, the men were back.
"Out you freak", But Harry was too weak to even move, but he even didn't have to -they dragged him out. To the same room. All four were standing around him. They weren't laughing this time -looked like Harry's use of magic last time had scared them too much.
"Any last words boy?" asked one of them, aiming gun at Harry. But to Harry it was relieving-it meant no more pain, no more torture, no more nightmares -it all would go away. Yes he wanted to die and he didn't fear death anymore.
"Death is nothing more then just a next great adventure" Harry said weakly remembering Professor Dumbledore and smiled at them. The effect of his words and expression on his face was beyond even Harry's wildest imagination. They all stepped back and men lowered his gun. They were shocked and fear crossed their faces.
"What's the matter? Can't you kill a sixteen year old dying boy? You are cowards, and believe me day will come when you will pay for everything you did to me. You can have my body, but never my soul."
"Shut up!"
"From this moment you pull the trigger," Harry continued calmly smiling at them, "I will curse you to remember me, to hound your action in your dreams. I will hunt you until you have suffered the same fate as I have! Go ahead!"
"SHUT UP!"
"Do I sense fear? Fear of me? Go ahead pull the trigger -I'm not afraid of death because I know that my heart is pure -but how about you? How do you justify your actions?"
"YOU FILTHY LITTLE FREAK YOU WILL DIE!" The men with gun yelled and then a deafening bang. Harry closed his eyes waiting for the bullet to smash his skull and free him forever, but he heard screams and voices, another loud bang and then another. 'Did I use any wandless magic again?' Harry mused to himself as he opened his eyes.
"KILL THE OWL, KILL THE BLOODY BIRD", yelled one of the men. Harry looked around -big snowy owl was flying in his direction, but another bang and bird fell on the floor. Crimson blood covering white owl, one last hoot - a painful look, a look which drilled into Harry's heart and soul more than any sound ever could. Tears running over his cheek as he watched the bird.
"Hedwig." But the bird was dead. These bastards killed her!
"Bloody owl, now kill the boy," The man aimed at him again, but anger was boiling in Harry more horribly then ever before and hate -hate so strong that it even didn't have word to describe it. Hate against the men. They killed Hedwig -Harry wanted revenge. Bang. The Man had pulled the trigger. It was over... It was too late.
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