AN: WARNING... TORTURE... AND MENTIONS OF RAPE...
Bold: are thoughts
Chapter 2:
Comfort, for the first time in along time... all that was felt... was warmth, caring, and love.
Harry slowly lifted his head up from the silk pillow, and looked around at the silver, black, and green room. It was then that fear starting creeping into his mind.
Where am I... wasn't I just at the Hell House His confusion wasnt suprising... he could still hear his Uncle's moans as he raped him over and over again.
I saved you little one just like I promise... A voice whispered comforting in Parseltongue.
You... but wasn't it just a dream...
No... you shouldn't distrust your dreams... Harry... they just may save your life...
Harry was even more confused. Here was his enemy telling him, he had rescued him from the Dursley's and now seemed as if the Dark Lord was reprimending, as if he was his child.
While Harry had been contumplating about all that Voldermort had done... the Dark Lord moved and was now sitting on the bed beside Harry, brushing some stray hairs behind his ear... in an almost paternal way.
Voldermort's hand came to rest below Harry's chin, he tilted Harry's head up so he could stare in those emerald pools. What the Dark Lord saw though made him want to curse in rage, his charges eyes seemed blank... broken.
My poor little serpent... what did they do...
That question was to much for the fragile mind of The Boy Who Lived. Memories upon memories assulted his mind. The screams for stop, the begging for it to end. The pain that kept coming again and again... it was to much... the tears of hurt, betrayal, and loneliness started to fall.
Voldermort swept Harry into his arms and set him on his lap. He whispered soft comforts in his ear, and while moving his hand on the young child's back in what he hoped was a soothing motion. He let his serpent cry on his cool silk robes, until he fell back into a dreamless sleep.
Rest, little one, when you wake up... the ones who caused you pain... with have felt what you have endured... and more...
Voldermort quietly left his chambers, and head for the dungoens, where the muggles of his current rage were being held. He had already decided to kill the woman, and fat child, but to leave the old one for his young charge to deal with when he felt strong...
He entered the cell of the child and woman first.
"It is so nice, to finally meet the sister of Lily Evans." Voldermort said sweetly.
The Dark Lord could easily see her fear of him, and as for the small whale next to her, he seemed to have gotten over his fear.
"Why don't you freaks just leave us alone, take the stupid whore and be gone." the fat boy was fuming.
Voldermort though didnt strike out in anger like he would to anyone else. He just smiled a sick twisted smile and the young Dursley started to fear him.
"Now, my dear boy, it is not nice to talk about those so much more greater than you, in such a degrading manor." The Dark Lord said in a sickening sweet voice. "It may cause your mother here, to end up getting... how should I put this... gravely injuryed."
Voldermort pointed his wand at Mrs. Dursely, and without saying a word. She started to wither in pain, opening her mouth to scream but no sound but a strange gurggle would come out. Silent tears were falling from here eyes as cut after cut seemed to appear on her body with blood flowing heavily out. Voldermort lowered his wand, it seemed to have stopped. She just layed there in a pool of her blood, slowly bleeding to death.
"Aw, now look at that, she didnt last very long did she." Voldermort was talking as if he had just gotten a new toy and it wasnt as fun as he thought it would be. "Now hopefully, the son will fair off, a little better..."
Once again, the Dark Lord raised wand, and pointed it straight at Dudley as he was cowering away. Dudley then started screaming so loud that his throat became raw. His eyes were starting to bleed and it seem as if his bones were trying to break through his skin. When Voldermort heard the boys bones starting to break, he let out a twisted laugh. Then abruptly the screaming stopped, and Voldermort lifted the curse.
"He didnt last very long either." the Dark Lord whined. He told some Death Eaters to get ride of the bodies. While walking back to his sleeping charge, he hoped that the eldest Dursley would last far longer than the wife or son.
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