The Dark Arts
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Warner Bros, Scholastic, and Bloomsbury, Heyday/1498 films, JK Rowling and Raincoat books. I don't lay any claim to it.
I Will Not
Harry breathed heavily on the bed, clutching the bed sheets, harsh tears pouring out of his eyes. The stinging on his back was unbearable. He could feel droplets of blood dripping across his back, staining the sheets under him. When he woke up, he was in the exact position he was when he blacked out. How kind of Snape to do help him...
His eyes glazed over as he remembered himself struggling and pleading for him to stop, to escape the pain... how pathetic of him. Harry groveled at no one's feet. Harry begged to no one and Harry was definitely not the type to submit to anyone, especially the potion's professor. He clutched the bed sheets tighter and swore to himself that no matter what, he would never let anyone ever get to him. He had trusted people in his life and those people had gone against him. He had made the mistake of trusting Professor Dumbledore and Snape, with respect, but he had sorely regretted that now.
Suddenly, he gasped and fell off the bed, causing him to scream as his back hit the cold stone below him. He didn't scream not only for that because he felt his scar burning, sending his body into waves of extreme pain... it attracted Professor Snape's attention. He came bursting through the door and paused as he saw Harry clutching his head and moaning.
-Vision-
"Tell me, Amelia, and all of this torture will end for you. No harm will come upon you and you can be under my care where you will be spoiled and given all the riches of the world." The Dark Lord said as he stroked his arm. Amelia just shook and cried hot tears, chained against the wall with the repugnant scent of blood, sex and filth filled in the musky dungeon air. Her neck, arms and stomach gleamed with pure red blood as the moon shine hit her in the face. She looked enchanting, in a sick twisted way.
Voldemort took a beautiful black knife that gleamed and slowly pressed it to her cheek and watched fascinated as the blood slowly trickled down her cheek. She started to sob harder.
"I- I will tell you." She wracked out, sobs tearing her apart. Voldemort smiled and took out his wand.
"Tell me, and I shall heal you of all these injuries." He bargained. Amelia nodded.
"The future, I-It holds much betrayal."
"Who betrays who?"
"In your horde of Deatheaters, there i-is one. I do not know who as my sight does not reach that far but there is someone that has escaped under your eye."
Voldemort's eyes gleamed.
"What about the light side?"
"The one who is there hope for the success shall be betrayed by all he knew cared. Harry Potter, he is being held captive where he is going to be trained and forced into fighting for the Light Side, to ensure that they win. He does not want to fight for the light," Voldemort laughed and dropped the knife on the floor.
"Tell me why, my dear?"
"Because Mr. Potter has been told too many lies and been kept from too many secrets. He is reluctant to be the one to rescue the Light Side but he is the only hope for the Wizarding world to escape your wrath."
"What else?"
"Well as far as who shall win in the war, you will. Harry Potter has lost all hope for the Light Side, after what they have done, he trusts no one. He will rebel and will not help but he will not help you either. Once he breaks from the shackles, he will disappear and his traces will be erased. You cannot bother to bring him to the Dark unless you have good reason to. Remember he has gone through many hard trials..."
-End Vision-
Harry stilled as he finished seeing enough but Professor Snape grabbed Harry's shoulder and forced him awake.
"Tell me what you saw."
Harry shook his head, "I didn't see anything, my scar just hurt. I think Voldemort is happy for some reason." He lied easily. Severus narrowed his eyes at him.
"Don't lie to me... I can see right through you, now tell me what you saw. I can easily force feed you the Truth Serum after all, you have no control here. I have your wand and everything else that can be used against me to defend yourself...." Harry lowered his eyes.
He realized he had no control here what so ever. He also knew that Snape would go through extreme measures to ensure the truth and dream so he would have to be discreet. He would have to act the part of a submissive slave but really in his heart, he knew that he could never be broken.
Harry hung his head brokenly and spoke softly.
"Voldemort knows..." He started. The Potions Master tightened his grip.
"Knows what?"
"That there is a betrayer in the midst and that I am being held captive... by my own people." He whispered.
Severus Snape swore loudly.
Draco listened attentively to Dumbledore's speech and like the rest of the population, was shocked to hear that Harry had done such a dark thing. And yet, Draco could not believe a word that came out of the fool Professor Dumbledore's head... Draco wouldn't even do such a thing. Any dark magic would be automatically detected in the great castle and Harry had attempted it anyway.
Anyhow, how could the perfect Golden Boy turn against the light? Draco snickered inside his head. He looked at the Gryffindor table and saw stricken faces. Some looked grim, some disbelieving and some red in the face and wild eyed. He couldn't blame them. He was like a role model to them, not to mention savior. A calm face in a sea of panicked caught his eye.
Granger.
She almost looked... accepting about this hard fact and he could bet that beneath her skin was the inner making of genius concocting a plan to prove his innocence. He felt a hard elbow jab his side. He hissed and turn toward the wide eyed look of Pansy.
"Co' lets go, please?" He sighed. He wanted to decipher more but he couldn't disagree. It was just mass confusion and he couldn't function properly.
"Alright."
So sorry that this chapter sucked. But I feel like I'm confusing people and that answers aren't being answered properly.
Jenny (Along with other reviewers with questions about the motive of S and D) Harry, as of now, has completely lost hope for the light. As the Prophecy says, Harry is the only one that can take down the Dark Lord and if he is unwilling to fight and cooperate, then who else is there to fulfill this task? He's turned his back and won't fight. He probably couldn't fight in the first place so they were planning to train him in areas so that when time came, he would be prepared. So they took him, tried to break him and in future chapters will train him without his consent.
The Rest of the Reviewers (Sorry, it's kind of tiring to respond to every individual reviewer) : Thank you for the reviews, keep them coming! Some may think that it's out of character for them, but I'm trying to balance them out according to the situation.
I LOVE YOU ALL
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Warner Bros, Scholastic, and Bloomsbury, Heyday/1498 films, JK Rowling and Raincoat books. I don't lay any claim to it.
I Will Not
Harry breathed heavily on the bed, clutching the bed sheets, harsh tears pouring out of his eyes. The stinging on his back was unbearable. He could feel droplets of blood dripping across his back, staining the sheets under him. When he woke up, he was in the exact position he was when he blacked out. How kind of Snape to do help him...
His eyes glazed over as he remembered himself struggling and pleading for him to stop, to escape the pain... how pathetic of him. Harry groveled at no one's feet. Harry begged to no one and Harry was definitely not the type to submit to anyone, especially the potion's professor. He clutched the bed sheets tighter and swore to himself that no matter what, he would never let anyone ever get to him. He had trusted people in his life and those people had gone against him. He had made the mistake of trusting Professor Dumbledore and Snape, with respect, but he had sorely regretted that now.
Suddenly, he gasped and fell off the bed, causing him to scream as his back hit the cold stone below him. He didn't scream not only for that because he felt his scar burning, sending his body into waves of extreme pain... it attracted Professor Snape's attention. He came bursting through the door and paused as he saw Harry clutching his head and moaning.
-Vision-
"Tell me, Amelia, and all of this torture will end for you. No harm will come upon you and you can be under my care where you will be spoiled and given all the riches of the world." The Dark Lord said as he stroked his arm. Amelia just shook and cried hot tears, chained against the wall with the repugnant scent of blood, sex and filth filled in the musky dungeon air. Her neck, arms and stomach gleamed with pure red blood as the moon shine hit her in the face. She looked enchanting, in a sick twisted way.
Voldemort took a beautiful black knife that gleamed and slowly pressed it to her cheek and watched fascinated as the blood slowly trickled down her cheek. She started to sob harder.
"I- I will tell you." She wracked out, sobs tearing her apart. Voldemort smiled and took out his wand.
"Tell me, and I shall heal you of all these injuries." He bargained. Amelia nodded.
"The future, I-It holds much betrayal."
"Who betrays who?"
"In your horde of Deatheaters, there i-is one. I do not know who as my sight does not reach that far but there is someone that has escaped under your eye."
Voldemort's eyes gleamed.
"What about the light side?"
"The one who is there hope for the success shall be betrayed by all he knew cared. Harry Potter, he is being held captive where he is going to be trained and forced into fighting for the Light Side, to ensure that they win. He does not want to fight for the light," Voldemort laughed and dropped the knife on the floor.
"Tell me why, my dear?"
"Because Mr. Potter has been told too many lies and been kept from too many secrets. He is reluctant to be the one to rescue the Light Side but he is the only hope for the Wizarding world to escape your wrath."
"What else?"
"Well as far as who shall win in the war, you will. Harry Potter has lost all hope for the Light Side, after what they have done, he trusts no one. He will rebel and will not help but he will not help you either. Once he breaks from the shackles, he will disappear and his traces will be erased. You cannot bother to bring him to the Dark unless you have good reason to. Remember he has gone through many hard trials..."
-End Vision-
Harry stilled as he finished seeing enough but Professor Snape grabbed Harry's shoulder and forced him awake.
"Tell me what you saw."
Harry shook his head, "I didn't see anything, my scar just hurt. I think Voldemort is happy for some reason." He lied easily. Severus narrowed his eyes at him.
"Don't lie to me... I can see right through you, now tell me what you saw. I can easily force feed you the Truth Serum after all, you have no control here. I have your wand and everything else that can be used against me to defend yourself...." Harry lowered his eyes.
He realized he had no control here what so ever. He also knew that Snape would go through extreme measures to ensure the truth and dream so he would have to be discreet. He would have to act the part of a submissive slave but really in his heart, he knew that he could never be broken.
Harry hung his head brokenly and spoke softly.
"Voldemort knows..." He started. The Potions Master tightened his grip.
"Knows what?"
"That there is a betrayer in the midst and that I am being held captive... by my own people." He whispered.
Severus Snape swore loudly.
Draco listened attentively to Dumbledore's speech and like the rest of the population, was shocked to hear that Harry had done such a dark thing. And yet, Draco could not believe a word that came out of the fool Professor Dumbledore's head... Draco wouldn't even do such a thing. Any dark magic would be automatically detected in the great castle and Harry had attempted it anyway.
Anyhow, how could the perfect Golden Boy turn against the light? Draco snickered inside his head. He looked at the Gryffindor table and saw stricken faces. Some looked grim, some disbelieving and some red in the face and wild eyed. He couldn't blame them. He was like a role model to them, not to mention savior. A calm face in a sea of panicked caught his eye.
Granger.
She almost looked... accepting about this hard fact and he could bet that beneath her skin was the inner making of genius concocting a plan to prove his innocence. He felt a hard elbow jab his side. He hissed and turn toward the wide eyed look of Pansy.
"Co' lets go, please?" He sighed. He wanted to decipher more but he couldn't disagree. It was just mass confusion and he couldn't function properly.
"Alright."
So sorry that this chapter sucked. But I feel like I'm confusing people and that answers aren't being answered properly.
Jenny (Along with other reviewers with questions about the motive of S and D) Harry, as of now, has completely lost hope for the light. As the Prophecy says, Harry is the only one that can take down the Dark Lord and if he is unwilling to fight and cooperate, then who else is there to fulfill this task? He's turned his back and won't fight. He probably couldn't fight in the first place so they were planning to train him in areas so that when time came, he would be prepared. So they took him, tried to break him and in future chapters will train him without his consent.
The Rest of the Reviewers (Sorry, it's kind of tiring to respond to every individual reviewer) : Thank you for the reviews, keep them coming! Some may think that it's out of character for them, but I'm trying to balance them out according to the situation.
I LOVE YOU ALL