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.
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BETAD BY: Skull Bearer
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Chapter 4
Harry gathered almost inhuman strength to roll away from the bullet. It shot into stone floor smashing it into hundreds of little pieces, Harry continued to roll himself towards his owl. On his mind only one thing -to get to the bird, because she carried the one thing what could save him. Unfortunately the men had noticed the long wooden stick.
"STOP HIM, STOP HIM, GET THAT STICK" One of the men jumped on Harry while other ran toward where Hedwig lay. The man's strong hands closed around Harry's neck strangling him -his vision went blurry. Fortunately he could use his legs and kicked the man as hard as he could between his legs. The effect was immediate -the man let go of him and screamed in pain, Harry continued to roll -only a meter away- BANG, BANG, BANG bullets flew in his direction -one hit his leg, but he was too determined to notice. He rolled little more -But it was too late -the other man had got his wand.
But Harry wasn't going to give up. He spun on his back kicking as hard as he could into his knees -the man fell. Harry jumped for the wand -but a third man had grabbed him by his shoulders and the man who fell still held his wand. In a second Harry pressed his teeth into men's flesh -he screamed releasing the wand and with a final effort Harry grabbed his wand.
"STUPEFY..." Harry yelled repeatedly, pointing his wand at the four men, all were stunned and Harry quickly whispered the spell what released him from ropes holding him. He looked at his owl.
"Hedwig?" But the bird was now definitely dead. Harry noticed to his surprise that in her claws was a small bottle. What ever it was -it couldn't bad, thought Harry. He took it and swallowed the deep blue liquid inside. Immediately he felt wonderfully warm inside. He felt like life and energy were coming back to him and felt his cuts and bruises disappearing. Sweet sensations reached to every point of his body healing damages. Strength was returning to him -although it didn't heal all injures and didn't take all the pain, it gave him the strength to go on. After about half an hour the effect of the potion was over and Harry felt better and more alive then he had in long, long time.
As he looked at four men on the floor, anger, hatred and need for revenge came back to him boiling inside ready to blow. But first he wanted to eat, sleep properly, wash and get clothes. And he knew the one way to get it.
"Imperio" he said at one man. He felt how man fell under the power of the charm and, being a muggle it was impossible to him to break it -in fact Harry even felt that he didn't even fight against it.
"Is here shower somewhere?"
"Yes, on the second floor" asked main in dreamy voice.
"Is there anyone else in the house?"
"No"
"Will anyone else come here in the next two weeks?"
"No"
"I need to take the shower, bring me clean clothes, a towel and shampoo." Harry ordered the man, who after receiving this command left the room. Meanwhile Harry cast some spells on the room -silencing spell and an age-line border around three men, it was the same as the one Dumbledore had used in Harry's fourth year to keep younger students away from goblet of fire -only this time in reverse. No one older then sixteen could cross the line, unless of course Harry let it happen. After that was finished he tied all the up men and put them into full body-bind before waking them.
"I'm going to have a shower and eat, then pray that I would kill you fast" With a feeling of cold pleasure he watched the pure terror and fear in their eyes. And it satisfied him -he knew soon they would pay. Finally the fourth men came back with the things Harry requested and a blank look on his face.
"Now, You will bring something decent to eat and drink, also, bandages and medicines -all that can help me to recover. You will act normally as you would normally do. You will not tell anyone anything about who commanded you, You will not bring here anybody, and you will not help those over there. Is that clear?" A nod.
"Good, show me the way"
As they exited the dark room Harry found himself in quite nice normal house. There was living room with fireplace, comfort armchairs and book shelves. A small, nice kitchen. The House looked quite similar to his aunt and uncle's and it was clear thatthe people who lived here were not poor by any means. As they headed on second floor the man showed him the bathroom. It was nice, bright and clean with huge bath in one side of the room. He ordered the man to leave and bring everything he ordered before looking into the mirror. In ten minutes he couldn't even move or do anything -it was such a shock.
His body was covered with dried blood mixed with dirt and dust. Though the potion had helped him a lot, his body was still covered with large black bruises, his face was more like a mess of blood and flesh than anything else. His eyes were red and his hair was matted and touching his shoulders. Had it been a magical mirror, it would have screamed.
Finally Harry stepped into shower. It was a total bliss at the moment to let just hot water run over his body, soothing the aches and pains in his muscles. He slowly washed the blood and dirt off, his body, face and hair. About an hour later Harry felt somewhat like himself. The feeling of being clean was just priceless. Again he stepped into front of the mirror.
Although he was now clean and fresh he still looked horrible. Large bruises all over his body, his face pale and bony. Eyes still red, swollen and dead. His nose was in strange angle -it had been broken so more times than he count. Finally he got dressed -strangely the clothes fit him perfectly-, exited the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen were fourth man was ready.
Harry ate little and drank lot of milk so as not to make himself sick. Then started to take care of his wounds. Slowly he worked all over his body putting bandages and unguent and casting healing charms on his wounds. Last thing he had to do was to reopen his legs again and take out the bullets. Even if he did it magically it still hurt badly, about half a year ago he would have screamed at the pain, but now he didn't even flinch. After he was done he took some medicines that he knew would do some good to him. And because magical healing was very exhausting he was now very, very tired. And judging how weak he actually was it was a miracle that he had gone so far.
"No one will come here in a week?" he asked the man.
"No" was an dreamy answer.
"If you four will stay here for the rest of the week, even then no one will come?"
"No"
"Good" Harry walked men back to dark room and put him back into circle he maid, and cast the full body-bind on him. After that he made his way into living room and collapsed into deep sleep on the couch.
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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.
Please Read and Review.
BETAD BY: Skull Bearer
REVIEW!
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Chapter 4
Harry gathered almost inhuman strength to roll away from the bullet. It shot into stone floor smashing it into hundreds of little pieces, Harry continued to roll himself towards his owl. On his mind only one thing -to get to the bird, because she carried the one thing what could save him. Unfortunately the men had noticed the long wooden stick.
"STOP HIM, STOP HIM, GET THAT STICK" One of the men jumped on Harry while other ran toward where Hedwig lay. The man's strong hands closed around Harry's neck strangling him -his vision went blurry. Fortunately he could use his legs and kicked the man as hard as he could between his legs. The effect was immediate -the man let go of him and screamed in pain, Harry continued to roll -only a meter away- BANG, BANG, BANG bullets flew in his direction -one hit his leg, but he was too determined to notice. He rolled little more -But it was too late -the other man had got his wand.
But Harry wasn't going to give up. He spun on his back kicking as hard as he could into his knees -the man fell. Harry jumped for the wand -but a third man had grabbed him by his shoulders and the man who fell still held his wand. In a second Harry pressed his teeth into men's flesh -he screamed releasing the wand and with a final effort Harry grabbed his wand.
"STUPEFY..." Harry yelled repeatedly, pointing his wand at the four men, all were stunned and Harry quickly whispered the spell what released him from ropes holding him. He looked at his owl.
"Hedwig?" But the bird was now definitely dead. Harry noticed to his surprise that in her claws was a small bottle. What ever it was -it couldn't bad, thought Harry. He took it and swallowed the deep blue liquid inside. Immediately he felt wonderfully warm inside. He felt like life and energy were coming back to him and felt his cuts and bruises disappearing. Sweet sensations reached to every point of his body healing damages. Strength was returning to him -although it didn't heal all injures and didn't take all the pain, it gave him the strength to go on. After about half an hour the effect of the potion was over and Harry felt better and more alive then he had in long, long time.
As he looked at four men on the floor, anger, hatred and need for revenge came back to him boiling inside ready to blow. But first he wanted to eat, sleep properly, wash and get clothes. And he knew the one way to get it.
"Imperio" he said at one man. He felt how man fell under the power of the charm and, being a muggle it was impossible to him to break it -in fact Harry even felt that he didn't even fight against it.
"Is here shower somewhere?"
"Yes, on the second floor" asked main in dreamy voice.
"Is there anyone else in the house?"
"No"
"Will anyone else come here in the next two weeks?"
"No"
"I need to take the shower, bring me clean clothes, a towel and shampoo." Harry ordered the man, who after receiving this command left the room. Meanwhile Harry cast some spells on the room -silencing spell and an age-line border around three men, it was the same as the one Dumbledore had used in Harry's fourth year to keep younger students away from goblet of fire -only this time in reverse. No one older then sixteen could cross the line, unless of course Harry let it happen. After that was finished he tied all the up men and put them into full body-bind before waking them.
"I'm going to have a shower and eat, then pray that I would kill you fast" With a feeling of cold pleasure he watched the pure terror and fear in their eyes. And it satisfied him -he knew soon they would pay. Finally the fourth men came back with the things Harry requested and a blank look on his face.
"Now, You will bring something decent to eat and drink, also, bandages and medicines -all that can help me to recover. You will act normally as you would normally do. You will not tell anyone anything about who commanded you, You will not bring here anybody, and you will not help those over there. Is that clear?" A nod.
"Good, show me the way"
As they exited the dark room Harry found himself in quite nice normal house. There was living room with fireplace, comfort armchairs and book shelves. A small, nice kitchen. The House looked quite similar to his aunt and uncle's and it was clear thatthe people who lived here were not poor by any means. As they headed on second floor the man showed him the bathroom. It was nice, bright and clean with huge bath in one side of the room. He ordered the man to leave and bring everything he ordered before looking into the mirror. In ten minutes he couldn't even move or do anything -it was such a shock.
His body was covered with dried blood mixed with dirt and dust. Though the potion had helped him a lot, his body was still covered with large black bruises, his face was more like a mess of blood and flesh than anything else. His eyes were red and his hair was matted and touching his shoulders. Had it been a magical mirror, it would have screamed.
Finally Harry stepped into shower. It was a total bliss at the moment to let just hot water run over his body, soothing the aches and pains in his muscles. He slowly washed the blood and dirt off, his body, face and hair. About an hour later Harry felt somewhat like himself. The feeling of being clean was just priceless. Again he stepped into front of the mirror.
Although he was now clean and fresh he still looked horrible. Large bruises all over his body, his face pale and bony. Eyes still red, swollen and dead. His nose was in strange angle -it had been broken so more times than he count. Finally he got dressed -strangely the clothes fit him perfectly-, exited the bathroom and made his way to the kitchen were fourth man was ready.
Harry ate little and drank lot of milk so as not to make himself sick. Then started to take care of his wounds. Slowly he worked all over his body putting bandages and unguent and casting healing charms on his wounds. Last thing he had to do was to reopen his legs again and take out the bullets. Even if he did it magically it still hurt badly, about half a year ago he would have screamed at the pain, but now he didn't even flinch. After he was done he took some medicines that he knew would do some good to him. And because magical healing was very exhausting he was now very, very tired. And judging how weak he actually was it was a miracle that he had gone so far.
"No one will come here in a week?" he asked the man.
"No" was an dreamy answer.
"If you four will stay here for the rest of the week, even then no one will come?"
"No"
"Good" Harry walked men back to dark room and put him back into circle he maid, and cast the full body-bind on him. After that he made his way into living room and collapsed into deep sleep on the couch.
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