A/N: Hi! Thank you to the people who reviewed (I'll thank you individually
at the bottom of the chappy). You brought a smile to my face after I
returned home from hell (dad's house). As you might've noticed in the last
chapter, I kinda posted some of the second chapter. My mistake! It was the
first time I uploaded and crap, so I hope you don't mind! SO...here it goes!
Disclaimer: Ok, blah blah blah, I don't own the characters, blah blah blah. Shall we carry on? OK!
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Chapter 2 – Revelations
"Is he awake yet?" "Can we see him?" "What happened?" "Shhhhhhhhhh!" He heard a jumble of undistinguishable voices outside his door. Molly Weasley's voice clearly cut in,
"To tell you the truth Dumbledore and Remus have not told anyone what has happened to protect Harry. If he chooses to tell us then so be it, but don't push him to tell you. Fred and George! You are not lighting fireworks in this house!"
Harry quickly did a spell, "Abscondo." Which covered up his self-mutilation scars and he pretended to go back to sleep. He heard the doorknob turn and a shuffling of feet into his room.
"Is he awake?" Harry's best friend of the whole world, Ron Weasley asked.
"Does it look like it Ron?" shot Hermoine, Harry's other best friend.
"You don't have to be snippy about it, jeez." Ron answered. Harry could distinctly hear Ron whisper to someone beside him, "Must be that time of the month." Harry heard a slap and he figured she heard it too. He laughed inwardly as he pictured Hermoine slapping Ron across the face.
"Well it doesn't look like he's awake yet so we should leave him sleeping." They left in their wake an assortment of cards and candy on his bedside table. As soon as they left he sighed; Harry just wanted to be alone, just him and his thoughts. He asked himself, had he really wanted to die?
*Well obviously, dumbass, or you wouldn't have decided to play slice and dice on your wrist.* A voice inside him retorted.
#Shut up! Maybe it was just an accident. Was it?# Another voice echoed.
"I don't know." Harry said aloud to quiet down the voices. He heard Ron's voice in his head recalling what he said in their second year, "Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world."
"I'm totally fucked!"
Just then, he heard fast-approaching footsteps, quickly lay back down, and again pretended to sleep. He heard the door open and close.
"You don't have to pretend with me Mr. Potter. Please get up." Madam Pomfrey said to the now wide-awake boy. Remus was also in the room.
"I can wait outside if you like Harry."
"No it's fine."
"Ok Mr. Potter, let's see how you have healed. Please discard your clothes so we can do a full check-up."
"Can't I leave my clothes on?"
"No need to be modest. I've checked-up my fair share of boys. Well that came out a little wrong; you know what I mean. You can keep your undies on"
Harry, although very reluctantly, pulled off his shirt and trousers.
"You're malnourished, a little anemic and quite pale." She circled around to his back and gasped out in horror.
"Mr. Lupin please take a look at this."
Harry felt vulnerable and knew exactly what they were looking at. There were a number of bruises all over his back and thighs, mostly around his hips. He also had some large welts on his back as if he had been whipped with a belt, which is exactly what had happened.
"Harry...what happened?"
"Nothing! Leave me alone. I'm fine now, that's all that matters! Ok? So drop it!" Harry slipped on his clothes and left the room. He went down the stairs and ran right into Hermoine and Ron, the two people he really didn't want to see.
Hermoine quickly enveloped him in a bear hug, which nearly broke his spine, and Ron just nodded his head, being the correct "man" thing to do.
"Harry! I was so worried when I got the owl! They wouldn't even let us know what had happened. Oh Harry! You look fine though." Hermoine again hugged him.
"Hermoine! Let the poor guy breathe! Girls, seriously. So emotional! Ow! You don't have to keep getting violent, Herm. Anyway, how are you Harry? What happened?"
"Well, I'm feeling kinda hungry. Want lunch?" No one had any objections to the change in subject so they made their way to the kitchen.
"Harry, it must be hard staying here. I mean after what happened, you know...to Sirius?"
"Nice way to bring a mood down Herm."
"Well, actually I haven't even thought of it. Been to pre-occupied I guess." Harry replied truthfully and guiltily. He hadn't even thought of Sirius at all when in his house. *He just died! Why didn't I think of him!* The scene of Sirius' death played before his eyes. Harry just wanted to grab a knife right then and cut the pain out he just felt. *Thanks Hermoine! Now I have to have this play in my mind each time I even walk in this house.*
"You guys, I actually am not that hungry any more. If you'll excuse me I'm gonna go back up to my room to get some sleep."
"Ok, Harry. You go get some rest."
Right then Remus entered the kitchen and stared at Harry with questioning eyes. Harry returned his gaze with an empty emotionless stare. Harry quickly exited the room and made his way up to his room. He plopped himself down onto his bed and locked the door. He shut his eyes reliving what had brought him to this path of hopeless despair.
**Flashback**
It was a week after he had returned to the Dursley's house for the summer. Petunia and Dudley were away visiting some relative, but Vernon had stayed behind because he had "important" business at home.
Harry was taking a shower when his uncle staggered into the house cold hard drunk, crashing into random things as he made his way up to the bathroom to take a piss.
Harry was unawares as Vernon opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. The beefy man relieved himself, as he was zipping up his fly a very naked Harry stepped out of the shower.
"What the HELL are you doing in here!?" Harry shouted while wrapping a towel around his waist. Vernon ignored the comment.
"You know Harry Potter, I never realized how green your eyes were."(A/N: my friend Linni's line)
Next Vernon grabbed Harry by the neck and pinned him to the wall. Harry tried to break free but to no avail.
"What the bleeding bloody FUCK do you think you're doing?" Harry gasped.
"Shut UP boy!" Vernon yelled while hitting Harry across the face.
He then threw Harry into the shower, sending the towel onto the ground leaving Harry exposed. Harry tried to hold onto the shower curtain but pulled it down and Harry's head connected to the wall with a sickening thud. Harry then blacked out. When he came to, he was lying on the bathroom floor and his uncle was standing over him.
Without saying anything Vernon undid his pants and turned Harry over so his bruised bloody face was towards the tiled floor. Harry was sobbing uncontrollably now and didn't even try to fight back when he felt his uncle enter him.
When it was all over Vernon pulled Harry by the hair, lifting his face off the floor and whispered in his ear, "You tell anyone, you die." He let Harry's head go and it fell back to the floor. Harry, hearing the door to his uncle's bedroom door close, crawled back to his room, curled up in his bed in the fetal position, and blacked out.
**End Flashback**
A lone tear streaked down his face as he remembered all of this. He tried to block it out of his memory only having this to add to his never-ending list of nightmares. His uncle would repeat this sinister act when no one was home every chance he got. Always when he was done, repeated, "You tell, you die." Harry vowed to himself that no one was going to know, to protect himself and his friends. People would hate him if they found out, they would look at him as if he was disgusting and dirty; unfit to be loved. He knew they would feel this way because he felt this way.
That event is what pushed him down this spiraling depression. He just couldn't handle his body being forfeit to his uncle; this just made him want to die. For the second time that day he wanted, no needed to feel the relief of the knife on his skin.
A/N: I promise Draco will come next chapter! I didn't mean it like that but since I didn't write it yet maybe it is a possibility. He was initially going to be in this chapter but it obviously didn't work out that way. SO, if you want something in this fic that isn't too unreasonable then add it in your review! Well here are some very special people I would like to thank (Wow! I'm really sappy!):]
BlackFire4 – I know poor poor Harry! Draco's coming in the next
chapter so please be patient! I already have his intro wrote, so
yeah!
Minathia – Thank you for adding me to your favorite's list! I feel
so special!
Linny – Well as you see Harry is the rape victim so I guess you can
keep reading!
CarminaBurana1 – Thank you. I was going for v. dark as you
might've noticed.
eyes0nme19 – I like your name. Thank you for the "interesting"
comment. I try but sometimes I don't quite succeed.
JWSavvy! – Hey Sara! Thank you for reading and reviewing! So you
could actually get onto this? I thought your parents put parental
controls? Well it sux either way! Keep reading!
MyGildedCage – Thank you for your comments. Again with the
smiles gracing my face! It doesn't happen that often! Thank
you again! Sry for keeping you on the edge of your seat! But
ya know it happens!
Arina – Funny review! Maybe about the disorder. I might just include
that for you! Yeah he is totally fucked up but that's why we love
him!
Disclaimer: Ok, blah blah blah, I don't own the characters, blah blah blah. Shall we carry on? OK!
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Chapter 2 – Revelations
"Is he awake yet?" "Can we see him?" "What happened?" "Shhhhhhhhhh!" He heard a jumble of undistinguishable voices outside his door. Molly Weasley's voice clearly cut in,
"To tell you the truth Dumbledore and Remus have not told anyone what has happened to protect Harry. If he chooses to tell us then so be it, but don't push him to tell you. Fred and George! You are not lighting fireworks in this house!"
Harry quickly did a spell, "Abscondo." Which covered up his self-mutilation scars and he pretended to go back to sleep. He heard the doorknob turn and a shuffling of feet into his room.
"Is he awake?" Harry's best friend of the whole world, Ron Weasley asked.
"Does it look like it Ron?" shot Hermoine, Harry's other best friend.
"You don't have to be snippy about it, jeez." Ron answered. Harry could distinctly hear Ron whisper to someone beside him, "Must be that time of the month." Harry heard a slap and he figured she heard it too. He laughed inwardly as he pictured Hermoine slapping Ron across the face.
"Well it doesn't look like he's awake yet so we should leave him sleeping." They left in their wake an assortment of cards and candy on his bedside table. As soon as they left he sighed; Harry just wanted to be alone, just him and his thoughts. He asked himself, had he really wanted to die?
*Well obviously, dumbass, or you wouldn't have decided to play slice and dice on your wrist.* A voice inside him retorted.
#Shut up! Maybe it was just an accident. Was it?# Another voice echoed.
"I don't know." Harry said aloud to quiet down the voices. He heard Ron's voice in his head recalling what he said in their second year, "Hearing voices no one else can hear isn't a good sign, even in the wizarding world."
"I'm totally fucked!"
Just then, he heard fast-approaching footsteps, quickly lay back down, and again pretended to sleep. He heard the door open and close.
"You don't have to pretend with me Mr. Potter. Please get up." Madam Pomfrey said to the now wide-awake boy. Remus was also in the room.
"I can wait outside if you like Harry."
"No it's fine."
"Ok Mr. Potter, let's see how you have healed. Please discard your clothes so we can do a full check-up."
"Can't I leave my clothes on?"
"No need to be modest. I've checked-up my fair share of boys. Well that came out a little wrong; you know what I mean. You can keep your undies on"
Harry, although very reluctantly, pulled off his shirt and trousers.
"You're malnourished, a little anemic and quite pale." She circled around to his back and gasped out in horror.
"Mr. Lupin please take a look at this."
Harry felt vulnerable and knew exactly what they were looking at. There were a number of bruises all over his back and thighs, mostly around his hips. He also had some large welts on his back as if he had been whipped with a belt, which is exactly what had happened.
"Harry...what happened?"
"Nothing! Leave me alone. I'm fine now, that's all that matters! Ok? So drop it!" Harry slipped on his clothes and left the room. He went down the stairs and ran right into Hermoine and Ron, the two people he really didn't want to see.
Hermoine quickly enveloped him in a bear hug, which nearly broke his spine, and Ron just nodded his head, being the correct "man" thing to do.
"Harry! I was so worried when I got the owl! They wouldn't even let us know what had happened. Oh Harry! You look fine though." Hermoine again hugged him.
"Hermoine! Let the poor guy breathe! Girls, seriously. So emotional! Ow! You don't have to keep getting violent, Herm. Anyway, how are you Harry? What happened?"
"Well, I'm feeling kinda hungry. Want lunch?" No one had any objections to the change in subject so they made their way to the kitchen.
"Harry, it must be hard staying here. I mean after what happened, you know...to Sirius?"
"Nice way to bring a mood down Herm."
"Well, actually I haven't even thought of it. Been to pre-occupied I guess." Harry replied truthfully and guiltily. He hadn't even thought of Sirius at all when in his house. *He just died! Why didn't I think of him!* The scene of Sirius' death played before his eyes. Harry just wanted to grab a knife right then and cut the pain out he just felt. *Thanks Hermoine! Now I have to have this play in my mind each time I even walk in this house.*
"You guys, I actually am not that hungry any more. If you'll excuse me I'm gonna go back up to my room to get some sleep."
"Ok, Harry. You go get some rest."
Right then Remus entered the kitchen and stared at Harry with questioning eyes. Harry returned his gaze with an empty emotionless stare. Harry quickly exited the room and made his way up to his room. He plopped himself down onto his bed and locked the door. He shut his eyes reliving what had brought him to this path of hopeless despair.
**Flashback**
It was a week after he had returned to the Dursley's house for the summer. Petunia and Dudley were away visiting some relative, but Vernon had stayed behind because he had "important" business at home.
Harry was taking a shower when his uncle staggered into the house cold hard drunk, crashing into random things as he made his way up to the bathroom to take a piss.
Harry was unawares as Vernon opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. The beefy man relieved himself, as he was zipping up his fly a very naked Harry stepped out of the shower.
"What the HELL are you doing in here!?" Harry shouted while wrapping a towel around his waist. Vernon ignored the comment.
"You know Harry Potter, I never realized how green your eyes were."(A/N: my friend Linni's line)
Next Vernon grabbed Harry by the neck and pinned him to the wall. Harry tried to break free but to no avail.
"What the bleeding bloody FUCK do you think you're doing?" Harry gasped.
"Shut UP boy!" Vernon yelled while hitting Harry across the face.
He then threw Harry into the shower, sending the towel onto the ground leaving Harry exposed. Harry tried to hold onto the shower curtain but pulled it down and Harry's head connected to the wall with a sickening thud. Harry then blacked out. When he came to, he was lying on the bathroom floor and his uncle was standing over him.
Without saying anything Vernon undid his pants and turned Harry over so his bruised bloody face was towards the tiled floor. Harry was sobbing uncontrollably now and didn't even try to fight back when he felt his uncle enter him.
When it was all over Vernon pulled Harry by the hair, lifting his face off the floor and whispered in his ear, "You tell anyone, you die." He let Harry's head go and it fell back to the floor. Harry, hearing the door to his uncle's bedroom door close, crawled back to his room, curled up in his bed in the fetal position, and blacked out.
**End Flashback**
A lone tear streaked down his face as he remembered all of this. He tried to block it out of his memory only having this to add to his never-ending list of nightmares. His uncle would repeat this sinister act when no one was home every chance he got. Always when he was done, repeated, "You tell, you die." Harry vowed to himself that no one was going to know, to protect himself and his friends. People would hate him if they found out, they would look at him as if he was disgusting and dirty; unfit to be loved. He knew they would feel this way because he felt this way.
That event is what pushed him down this spiraling depression. He just couldn't handle his body being forfeit to his uncle; this just made him want to die. For the second time that day he wanted, no needed to feel the relief of the knife on his skin.
A/N: I promise Draco will come next chapter! I didn't mean it like that but since I didn't write it yet maybe it is a possibility. He was initially going to be in this chapter but it obviously didn't work out that way. SO, if you want something in this fic that isn't too unreasonable then add it in your review! Well here are some very special people I would like to thank (Wow! I'm really sappy!):]
BlackFire4 – I know poor poor Harry! Draco's coming in the next
chapter so please be patient! I already have his intro wrote, so
yeah!
Minathia – Thank you for adding me to your favorite's list! I feel
so special!
Linny – Well as you see Harry is the rape victim so I guess you can
keep reading!
CarminaBurana1 – Thank you. I was going for v. dark as you
might've noticed.
eyes0nme19 – I like your name. Thank you for the "interesting"
comment. I try but sometimes I don't quite succeed.
JWSavvy! – Hey Sara! Thank you for reading and reviewing! So you
could actually get onto this? I thought your parents put parental
controls? Well it sux either way! Keep reading!
MyGildedCage – Thank you for your comments. Again with the
smiles gracing my face! It doesn't happen that often! Thank
you again! Sry for keeping you on the edge of your seat! But
ya know it happens!
Arina – Funny review! Maybe about the disorder. I might just include
that for you! Yeah he is totally fucked up but that's why we love
him!