Broken

By-DOG-SEJR

A/N- In a quest to see more Harry/Bellatrix stories, I give you the following Broken. This story, I hope, will be written well by me, and shall end good as well. I will try to update this story once a week, but no promises! Cheers!!!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. I wish Bella was my sex slave though, but that wont happen anytime soon. Unlessâ€..

Chapter One-Let Freedom Ring.

"Brat! Worthless filth! You told those freaks what happens to you didn't you! Didn't you!"

"No Uncle Vernon I didn't! I swear I didn't!"

"You lie boy! I can smell the lie right through your teeth. You will pay for telling them boy! Yes you will!"

'God this can't be happening!' thought one frightened teenage boy, 'This can't be happening!'

As you might have guessed, Harry Potter was having a bad day. It had started out good, but ended in hell. The warnings of the Order were not enough to deter his Uncle from beating him to within an inch of his life. God how Harry hated living at the Dursley's. He told Dumbledore what the Dursley's did to him, but did the old fool listen? Not bloody likely.

"Follow me boy." Hissed Uncle Vernon.

"Yes Uncle."

"And listen closely boy. We feel," We being Harry's "Family", "that you are taking up to much space in my son's play room. So you shall be moved.."

"Back to the cupboard Uncle?" asked a frightened Harry Potter.

"No." Vernon's face was alight with glee, "Follow me."

"This is your new home freak."

"Yes Uncle."

Home. A basement. Actually, a wall in the #4's basement. One that a pair of manacles on it.

"You, freak, shall not be let out of this room unless it is to do chores for your Aunt. Understood?"

"Yes Uncle Vernon."

"Good." And with that, Vernon Dursley proceeded to beat his nephew. One Harry Potter.

'Ow.' Thought Harry, 'Pain. Not. Good.'

Harry was in pain, a lot of pain. He was clasped in the manacles that were connected to the wall in his new room. He hurt like hell. 'This hurts more than the Cruiatcious (spelling?) does.' Thought Harry. 'Bastard. Fucking Bastard. The least he could do was to keep me in the cupb'

Harry stopped thinking as he heard the door to the basement creak open.

"OOO Cousin Harryyy!" yelled out one beached wale, aka Dudley Dursley, "I've come to play with you!"

'That can't be good.'

"You see, Cousin, I needed a punching bag. And Daddy has supplied with a bloody awesome one at that!" squealed one overly fat porker, "Do you know who that punching bag is Harry?"

"Not in the slightest, Big D." replied Harry, putting as much venom as he could into that one statement.

Dudley's grin faded into a dark scowl, "I'll make you pay for that one Scarehead."

As Dudley was about to knock out his 'dear cousin', Harry had one simple thought, 'That's what Malfoy calls me!'

Hell on Earth. That what could describe Harry's summer so far. Vernon, Harry had stopped considering them family after the first day, woke Harry up around nine AM with a violent beating. Harry was then taken out of his manacles and cooked breakfast for the Dursley's. From after breakfast until whenever, Harry belonged to his Aunt. He was forced to do all sorts of chores. Not even passing out did him any good, as Petunia just got Dudley to wake him up with a sound beating. After dinner, Harry was placed back into his manacles, and all three Dursley's went at him with vigor. The day ended for Harry when he passed out do to extreme pain. But only nightmares of Voldemort awaited Harry in Dreamland. He would then awake, and think.

He had been doing a lot of that lately, thinking. Thinking, mainly, on his position in the war against Voldemort. Dumbledore, how Harry hated his Headmaster. After the Department of Mysteries fiasco, Harry disliked the old codger. He might have been able to forgive him, if this hadn't happened. Instead, Harry hated the man with a vengeance that was only topped by the his hatred for the Dursley's. He didn't hate Voldemort any more. Harry, surprised as he was, began to agree with Voldemort on some issues. Mainly, the eradication of the Muggeles. Voldemort was right, they feared wizard kind. Fear turned to anger, and anger soon turned to hate. Hate that Harry knew firsthand all to well. 'I guess', Harry thought one night, 'that the prophecy was wrong.'

How he wished he could escape this hellhole. Hell, even being kidnapped by Voldemort would be a good thing right about now. He may be Tom's slave, but at least he was out of the Dursley's!

Harry, had no idea how soon his wish was going to come.

"AHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGgggggggggggggg"

'Sounds like Dudley. Wonder what frightened him this time.'

"Now, you worthless Muggle, tell me. Where. Is. The. Boy?"

"I don't know who who're talking about you freak!"

'Ohh shit,' thought Harry, 'That sounds like'

"Crucio!"

'Voldemort'

As Dudley's screams pierced the night sky, Harry was busy trying to get out of his manacles. 'Please God, let the Order come.' Prayed Harry, 'Wait. I hate the Order! Go Tom!'

"Downstairs!" yelled out Dudley, "The Bastard is down stairs!"

"Bella."

"Yes my Lord."

'Bella? Bellatrix Lestrange? Her? Yipee. I get to be rescued by the bitch who murdered Sirus. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.'

Harry waited. He heard her, Bella, opening the door to the basement. He heard her walking down the stairs. He looked up when she turned the corner. He saw her gasp when she saw his mangled and bloody form. And told her one thing. Something he never expected himself to say to her.

"God, you can't believe how happy I am to see you right now."

"God, you can't believe how happy I am to see you right now."

"Potter?" I ask, wondering what the hell happened to him.

"Yes?"

"What the hell happened to you?"

"The Dursley's plus Dumbledore." He replies snarling at Dumbledore's name, "Can you help me get out of these damn manacles?"

"Sure†Potter." God, how can ones own family be this cruel? I can't understand it, and look at me for Christ's sake!

"Thanks." Okay, something is wrong. The-Boy-Who-Lived-When-He-Shouldn't-Have is thanking me.

"What's wrong with you Potter?" I ask, "Shouldn't you be cursing me for my murder of that idiot cousin of mine?"

"I would, if it was your fault."

I think he's cracked. Has to be the only possible explanation, Harry Potter has lost his mind.

I finally get him out of those manacles, he drops to the floor. To weak to stand on his own. As I move to help (that's one helluva surprise!), He stands. I guess he isn't as weak as I thought.

"Who came?" he asks. I can only assume that he means who came with my Lord.

"The Dark Lord, me." Obviously, "My husband and his brother, Dolohov, and Rookwood."

"Yipee," replies Potter, "Just what I need. The breakout lot."

Odd nickname for us, but it fits. I guess.

As I walk up the stairs to the dinning/living room, I can't but think that I'm walking to my death. Considering who is up their at least. But I must ignore them, for now. My objective is Vernon. I hope he will answer my two questions easily. I don't want to cause him to much pain without the right tools for the job.

As I enter the dinning/living room, I see Voldemort standing over Dudley. Wand in hand, pointed at the porker. He turns to see who is coming up the stairs, and is also shocked at my appearance. The other four turned as well. They to have shocked looks on their faces, but I must ignore them for now. I see my objective ahead of me.

It looks as though Voldemort brought down Vernon and Petunia. Good, it makes my job easier.

As I walk past him, Voldemort's eyes narrow in anger. I guess he is angry that I would ignore him. But I must, Vernon is sitting before me. I smirk.

"Ahhh, Vernon." I say, malice in every word, "I am so happy right now. I will be leaving soon Vern, but... We have some unfinished business between us." He visible cringes as I say those words. Vengeance, so sweat. "I have two questions for you Vern. Answer them soon, if you will, I might consider killing you painlessly." I don't have to see it, but I know. Voldemort is shocked that I would something like that. Me, The Golden Boy, Dumbledore's pawn would take about killing a Muggle. "First Question Vern. Where, is the key to your knife collection." Voldemort is puzzled, I can tell. So are the others that he brought. Good.

"Go to Hell you God damned Freak!" yells Vernon, "I won't tell you, you fucking bastard! You freak! Go with these other freaks. Away from me and my family forever. Freaks! The lot of you are fucking Freaks of nature! All of you should be killed!"

Voldemort and his gang of Death Eaters are pissed, I can tell. But they need to stay out of this, for now.

"I'm going to ask again Vern. Where, is the key to your knife collection."

"Go to Hell you damned Freak!"

Sigh. It seems that I'm going to have to be crude with this man. Ohh well. It's not like I didn't want to do it, but I just wanted the right tools for the job.

"Imbecile." I mutter, walking towards the kitchen counter that has all the silverware in it. I open the drawer with all the sharp knives. I take out to steak knives, and turn back to face the stupid Muggle.

"Let's try this again Vernon. Where is the key to your knife collection?" I walk balk slowly, so Vern can see what I have in store for him. His eyes go wide with fright. As I sit down in front of him, he answers, "Iâ€iâ€iâ€i..Wontâ€tâ€tâ€t t..t..tell youuu boy."

Sigh. "Lets try it this way Vern." As I say this, I place one of the knives on his forehead. I dig it into his flesh, Vern hasn't screamed yet. As soon as I feel it touching bone, I rip the knife downwards. It cuts a long line, blood already coming to the surface. Still, he refuses to scream. I repeat the process, over and over again. My eyes gleam with joy as I watch the man who made me suffer for my entire life scream in pain.

"In th..thâ€thâ€the jar b..b..bâ€by th...thâ€thâ€the sink." He manages to stutter out.

"Thank you Vern." As I stand to retrieve the key, I can feel and see the shocked looks of my audience. Especially Voldemort, surprised that I have done what I just did. Whatever.

Once I retrieve the key, I leave the room, heading towards Vernon's knife collection. He loved those knives, keeping them in spotless condition, always sharpened to the finest point he could possible make. I take his set of fishing knives, the twin Bowie's, a switchblade that has an American eagle on its hilt, and his set of surgical knives. This is going to be fun.

I have but one more question to ask Vern, then I will stop ignoring Voldemort and company. As I walk to him, the pair of Bowie's in my hands, I ask Vern my last question.

"Where is my wand?"

Surprised. That's all I can say now. Watching the Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die going against all he has been taught is shocking. But I must say it is very entertaining. His methods may be crude, but very effective. I must applaud his effort. Maybe there is hope for him yet.

"Yo..Your wh..what?" asks Vernon, with such a frightened expression.

'God I wish I had a camera' "You know Vern. My wand. Bought ye long, made of wood, helps me do magic and good shit like that. Where, is it?" I ask, acting like an idiot in the process. I don't care, it's frightening The Bastards.

"I...Iâ€I don't kn..know."

Wrong answer.

"Tell me Vernon. Where. Is. My. Wand!"

"Like I'll bloody fucking tell you freak!" He roars, "You'll just kill me and my family you Bastard!"

"No I'm quite sure that my parents were married when they conceived me. I'm not so sure 'bout Big D over here, buuuut that's not my problem. Now, answer Vern. Or suffer. Your choice, it's a win-win situation for me."

"Go to Hell!"

FUCHIC

FUCHACK

Have I ever mentioned the sound that two knives make when slamming into someone's head yet? No. Well it's nice sound. Music to my ears. To bad though, for Vern, I wouldn't have killed him if he had told me where my wand was. But alas! It was not to be.

"Accio wand."

As soon as whoever said this, (I don't know yet, but my guess is Bella), finished, my wand come zooming through the wall. I caught it, before it went through me.

I turn to see, who else, Bella with her wand raised and looking as though expecting something.

"Thank you."

A grunt is my answer. Ehh, whatever.

I turn back around facing the two remaining Bastards. Raising my wand I say, "You know..I never really thought of killing you three. Years of pain and suffering? Yes. Continuous torture for the next eternity? Yes. But not death, that is until Vernon mentioned it. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A bright green light, two shrieks of terror, a whoosh, and two thuds are heard and seen in very quick succession. My audience is shocked.

Yes, my audience. Joy.

I look upon their faces as I turn. All are shocked, but Tom is looking happy. So would I if my enemy acted like me.

I stare at him, eye to eye. Not breaking contact, thinking about what to do. He looks as though he is about to start speaking. Good. My choice is made. No turning back now.

I take two steps forward, fall to my knees, and bend my head in a bow. I move forward, putting my lips on his robes. Kissing them, I say one thing.

"Master."

A/N- What ya think? Good? Bad? A piece of shit that should never see the light of day? Review please!

SEJR