Sorry it took me so long to update this story. I actually just finished this chapter earlier in my Literature class. I told myself before I wrote this chap what I wanted to have happen with it so it may seem to go fast. Once again this is not really the main focus of the fic so it will seem to go fast.

Harry has not been raped by Dumbledore at this point it has only been molestation.

Summary: Harry is molested by his headmaster, along with the abuse he suffers at home, his mind can't handle all the pressure. As a way to escape, he creates his own alternate world. Unkown to him, his made up world effects the real one. Harry is admitted into a psychiatric hospital where he meets Draco. Will Draco be able to help Harry see reality, or further him from it?

Warning:This is slash so if you have any problems with that, please get to know the back button because this is your only warning. HP/Dumbledore, and eventually HP/DM

Contains: Child molestation, rape, abuse.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot, the characters are just there for my sick twisted mind.

All poems are my own unless said otherwise.

Well on with the story......

Chapter 2 Broken

Fragile.

It kills me to go on like this,

shying away from the love I so desperatly want.

I have been taught that I am nothing,

just a tool for someone's pleasure.

I had faught before,

But that increased the pain so much more.

I learned that if I just lie there,

pretend I was dead,

the sooner it would be over.

The pain that was inflicted upon me,

could never compare to how I felt inside.

My will to live,

my mind of independence,

my innocence,

was lost.

I felt dirty.

I felt used.

I feel broken.

I want him to know,

what his sick twisted pleasure did to me.

I was too young then,

I had no way of knowing how it would effect my future.

I didn't know that I would live life afraid.

Afraid to be hugged,

afraid to be kissed.

Afraid I may never truley be happy.

That is not a life I want to live.

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Dumbledore gave me an after school detention. Apparently he was geting tired of my same phlegmatic apperance I have when his hands explore my body. When I am in his presence, I am nothing but a puppet. My unresponsivness have gotten me in alot of trouble over the past two weeks. He would occasionally hit me and say 'I see why your relatives beat you, you don't do anything right'. The fact that the hell I am living in is now at both home and school, is making it harder to control myself. The thought of killing my relatives and Dumbledore have crossed my mind more than once. I seem to lose my temper with my classmates more easily, which results in more time with Dumbledore and a harder punishment from my relatives.

I walked into the headmaster's office to see the lights dimmed and some candles lit. Soft music was playing in the background. Dumbledore was behind the door, so when I entered, he closed it and embraced me in a hig. My body tensed up immediately. I could feel his breath on my ear.

"Relax Harry. Tonight is only about pleasure." I felt bile ise up m throat as I heared that. I fell his hand travel down to my crotch. My body tensed even more as I feel him squeez me. He was kissing and nipping my neck, as his other hand raised up my chest, touching a new bruise. I gasp in suprise as he takes this as a sign that I am enjoying his menstrations. I feel his body shift closer to me and his hard on is pressed against my back.

(A/N: This is edited due to the fact that it's creeping me out to write this. Basically Dumbledore rapes Harry.)

I felt his body rise off of my own. My hands that were tied above my head, were going numb due to lack of circulation. My mouth, that was gagged to keep me quiet, was dry from the cloth. My body ached with a pain I have never before felt. After Dumbledore was fully off me, I closed myself into a ball. This action caused pain to shoot up my backside. Tears formed in my eyes as the sob escapes my gagged mouth.

"Don't worry, it only hurts the first time. Next time you will be loving it as much as I." I tried to ignore him, but his voice demanded me to listen. I had spent so much time with him, his voice was painted on my mine. No matter where I was, I could not escape his aged voice. His choice words enslaved me in a trance to obey him.

"You should get dressed and go home Harry." I followed his every word and did as I was told.

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I arrived hime late from my detention, my uncle was more than unpleased. I was limping a little unused to what conspired earlier. I tried to slip into my cupboard before my unvle thought of any 'games' to play.

"Where were you?" He gritted between his clenched teeth.

"I had a detention after school today," I say, head lowered, voice soft. He stomped his was towards me and punched me in the gut, sending me to the floor. An excruciating pain rose up my backside, as I lay there, willing the pain to go away.

"You are to be home right after school. You got me boy?" He hovered over me.

"Yes... Uncle Vernon." I say, voice strained.

"Get your chores done, you have one hour." With that said, Vernon turned and left the room. I slowly got up to clean the house, knowing that it would take me twice as long. It normally took me three hours to clean the kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

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Harrys time limit was up. He had only managed to clean half the bathroom. His uncle boomed into the bathroom, slighty scaring him.

"Times up freak." He said, pulling out a lighter. He walked over to Harry and grabbed his arm. The only sounds that eminated from the bathroom was Harry's deep breathing, and the click of the lighter.

Vernon moved the light underneath Harry's arm. The smell of singed hair and burnt flesh invaded their senses. Harry struggled to get away from the pain. He could feel his skinn bubble overtop the flame. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the pain over took his body.

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I opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings. There were people around me that I did not know. They were all looking at me with acceptance and love. One person stood out and cought my attention. He had platinum blonde hair and silver eyes. His pale complexion and the lighting made him look ethereal. He extended an equally pale hand out to me. I slowly extended my own, when they touched, his skin felt like silk.

"I'm Damien." He said to me, a smile on his face.

"I'm Harry. It's a pleasure to meet you." I smile back.

"The pleasure is all mine." I started to feel dizzy again, my body swaying a little. My eyes were heavy, my legs weak. I soon felt my body hit the floor, my vision black.

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I opened my eyes to look at the dark bathroom. The strong smell fo the chemiclas that I used to clean with, invade my senses. I felt instantly light headed, my body feeling as though I was floating. I slowly rose from the floor and quickly padded across the floor to the window. The cool crisp air caressed my face and cooled me body down, when I opened it. The light from the moon shone into the bathroom and luminated the room.

My arm was throbbing with pain. The pain pounded like the beating of my heart. The faint smell of burned flesh still lingered in the air. I closed the window and went to bed, after I finished cleaning the bathroom.

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"Harry..... Come quick. I need you help." Harry opened his eyes to see the worried face of Damien.

"Whats wrong?" He asked with a yawn.

"It's an animal, he's hurt really bad." Harry got up from the bed and left the room the he knew was not his own. He walked out into the hallway following Damien. They soon stopped at a door nto mong after.

"He's in there. But I think he has rabies. If he does, you must kill him." Damien turned the know and opened the door before Harry could say anything. The hall was flooded with the sound of snarls and growls. They quietly walked into the room to see a massive beast, glaring at them, showing his fangs. The beasr resembled that of a bear. He was foaming at the mouth and had it not been for the chains holding him back, he would have attacked them. Damien pulled Harry out and quietly closed the door.

"Harry, go down stairs and to the kitchen. Get a knife and bring it back. We have to kill the bear, he's suffering," Harry mutely nodded and walked down to the kitchen. not knowing where to go.

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The cold blank stare that was plastered upin Harry's face could scare anyone. His movements wer delayed. He stood outside his uncles room. After a minuet, he opened the door. The snore of his uncle flooded the hallway. He walked in, stood for a couple of seconds and exited, quietly closing the door behind him. He stood there, infront of the door all alone, no movement, no sound. His face void of emotion, he turned to go down the stairs.

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I had found the kitchen and grabbed a knife. When I had returned to Damien, he was waiting patiently. I tried to hand him the knife, but he declined.

"You must do it." He told me.

"Why?"

"Because you must." He opened the door to stop all further protest. We entered, knife still in my hand.

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Harry stood infront of his uncles bedroom door once again, a knife in his hand. He slowly lifted it, as if to give to someone, but no one was there.

"Why?" His voice the only thing that peirced the silent hallway. After yet a few more seconds, he opened the door.

He quietly entered his uncled room, his hand flexed, squeezing the knife. Harry's eyes devoid of emotion, looking around the room, taking in his surroundings. He walked towards the end of the bed, his uncles snored still present. He slowly walked around the edge of the bed till he stood beside his uncle. He raised the knife over his head, his body trembling.

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Damien had walked into the room first, leaving Harry to close the door. The bear was at the far end of the room. It stayed there snarling and growling. Harry inched his way toward the bear. He raised the knife over his head, his body trembling.

"Do it now Harry." Damien said in a frantic whisper. The bear growled, then seemed to whimper.

"I can't." Harry said dropping the knife and backing up.

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Petunia woke up to see the silver glint of the knife. Asoft whimper escaped her mouth. Looking at Harry, she saw a twisted smile on his face. His green eyes shone with an intensity that made Harry look possesed.

"I can't." Harry said, dropping the knife and backing up. Vernon woke up from the noise. Seeing the knife on the ground, he quickly got up out of bed. Balling his hadn into a fist, he knocked Harry out.

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I woke up to a feeling groggy and sluggish. I opened my eyes, only to shut them again due to the lights. I tried to move my hand to cover my eyes, but they were bound. I slowly opemned my eyes again, to try and adjust to the light. When I finally poened them, I noticed I was in a small pure white toom. I looked down to notice both my hands and feet where strapped to the hard, flat bed. I stuggle to get free, only to fail. My body was so heavy, I was feeling drowsy.

"Someone, anyone..... Help me...... Anyone there?" My voice was scratchy, my throat dry. I soon didn't have enought energy to even scream. I watch a man walk into the room. I tried to talk but the only sound I make was a stuggled moan. He looked at me with a froen and shook his head. I see him prep a needle. He squirt out a little of the clear liquid. He walked closer to me. His hand felt cold agains my arm.

I feel the needle enter my flesh and the liquid enter my body. The liquid rushed through my veins like liquid fire. My body started to shake, tears ran down my face. My vision started to blur as I watched the man walk out of the room. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my haed as darkness soon over takes my body.

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Phlegmatic- To show no emotion

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Damien is not Draco, but they do share qualities that will confuse Harry in later chapters.

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