This chapter has been edited though still contains rape ... as do some further chapters but I can't remember which ones at the moment.

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Possession
Chapter VII - The Truth
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Even for a man possessing superlative senses it took a moment for him to assess what he was seeing. He tasted the blood before he saw it, smelt its sharp tang the moment the door had opened and his crimson eyes scanned the room for its source, finally falling on the half covered form of Harry Potter.

The boy looked to be asleep but now that he was closer he could see that his magic wasn't dormant with sleep, it was all that was sustaining him. The Dark Lord growled and red energy radiated out from him in tangible waves.

The Muggles... They had done this...

"Bind them." His voice was soft with barely controlled anger his pale skin dappling in a pattern that almost looked like scales.

"My Lord?"

"The Muggles," he ordered. "They are coming with us."

"At once, My Lord." Both red masked Death Eaters moved towards the stairs, wands held at the ready.

Lord Voldemort stepped further into the room, consciously calming his magic. He may have disarmed all the shields but the usual Ministry scanners could still detect him. He didn't quite own enough people there yet.

Crimson eyes examined the boy closely. Harry's magic was directed towards his abdomen, focused on his spleen. It had formed a tight barrier against the injuries and was slowing down the rate of toxin spread but it could not sustain him forever. It was too diffuse. There were too many injuries.

Hedwig hooted softly and Voldemort glanced at the bird as he moved to Harry. "Quiet," he whispered gently. "I will help him." The owl seemed to nod before sitting still on its perch. He pulled out his wand, looking down at the thirteen inches of yew with an ironic smirk. Harry's would have been better for this but it was gone now.

He closed red eyes for a moment, gathering himself for the spell before pointing his wand towards the worst of the damage and murmured the words. A soft hazy light emerged from his wands tip, hovering in the air for a moment before surrounding Harry. The boy sighed as the energy surrounded him quickly, meshing with the green-eyed boy's own magic accelerating the healing process. It took care of the ruptured organs. Now the bones needed to be healed - ribs, arm and leg. A few more muttered words and Harry was sleeping peacefully, his magic smoothing itself out in rest.

"My angel," Voldemort whispered as he watched for a few minutes. Downstairs he heard the woman's shrill scream before a few dull thuds. The Muggles had been taken care of. He suppressed a tight smile. It appeared his servants had woken them too before binding them. It was appropriate that the Muggles should think upon his displeasure even while they were unconscious.

The Dark Lord reached out stroking a few stray hairs from Harry's forehead. The boy's skin was like silk, smooth and creamy. The famous lightning scar was a soft pink that only seemed to enhance the whiteness of his skin. "My mark," he murmured. "Thus have I claimed you."

The bird hooted again, very quietly. "He's fine now," Voldemort said and he drew himself back into the present. He couldn't be transfixed by Harry's beauty just yet. He still had spells to break so it was with renewed focus he looked back at the Obliviate that was on his prize.

It wasn't Dumbledore's. He could see that immediately. It had nowhere near the amount of power any spell of Dumbledore's would have had. Harry had almost broken it several times but it had drawn upon the power of Dumbledore's wards to reinforce itself. And while the boy was at Hogwarts it drew on the protection spells around the school... Now that was a very pretty piece of work... Pity whoever had done it had almost certainly forfeited their lives by touching his prize. After all they must have done something to Harry to warrant placing such a complicated Obliviate on the boy. Still he couldn't help a small feeling of disappointment. It would have been convenient if the spell had been Dumbledore's.

"What are you hiding?" Voldemort whispered to the spell, raising his wand once again. Now this was a spell his was suited for. "Envisu, obliviate, fractus!" His eyes glowed and reality wavered as he saw what Harry was forbidden to see.

He was four years old, waiting with his Uncle and Cousin while his Aunt gossiped in the store. His cousin, at four and a half the size of a full grown horse was poking him occasionally but he was doing his best to ignore it, and kept his Uncle between them. It was boring but then a man had come up to his Uncle and the two adults had begun talking. He'd moved off a little, careful though to keep his eyes on his Uncle so that he wouldn't get lost. Not that his Uncle would care.

Eventually the man had shaken hands with his Uncle, turning to smile at him before the stranger moved off as his Aunt returned.

Little Harry had thought nothing off it, his Uncle had lots of acquaintances he didn't know, until the same man had come around to the house while his Aunt was at bridge. Again there was nothing really out of the ordinary with that, what was not normal was the fact that his Uncle had lead him and the man up to Dudley's spare bed room closing the door behind them.

Voldemort snarled at the memories. The man smiled at Harry and murmured how beautiful he was. He'd undressed the boy, despite the protests, running his hands all over Harry's creamy skin. Harry struggled, trying to kick and claw at the man but the adult was stronger, trapping the boy's legs in a lock but not bothering with his arms. He just laughed and encouraged Harry's struggles.

Harry screamed. The man's only reaction was to cover Harry's mouth, muffling the noise the boy was making.

After it was over, he patted Harry gently before dressing, leaving the crying boy. Vernon escorted him out of the house, after a small wad of bills had changed hands. Before the man left though, he spoke to Vernon again. "He's good. He is so sweet. I'd like the other's to try him. How about it - for the same amount and same time next week?"

Vernon had looked apprehensive for a moment before the mention of money drove all concern from him. "All right," he agreed quickly.

"You are a very lucky man, Vernon." The stranger had nodded pleasantly to Dudley before he left.

The Dark Lord pulled back from the memories and looked down at the sleeping boy. Harry looked so peaceful sleeping in the bed that had caused him such pain. But he didn't remember any of it. "My little one," he murmured, stroking one long white finger over Harry's scar. "My poor little one."

Those Muggles were going to pay! Harry could have their deaths but he would have everything else. Unfortunately he still didn't know who cast the obliviate on Harry. He couldn't leave Harry's pain with just the memory of the first time. He would have to release the whole spell before he knew the truth.

Muggle after Muggle, week after week, all the men coming and returning while the woman was at her weekly Bridge Club meeting. Vernon took the money and looked the other way until Harry was eight.

The man, the one who had first used Harry had just left after commenting again that Vernon was so lucky when the fat oaf had looked into the room. Harry had been struggling to dress again, the tears still evident on his face. Vernon's eyes had narrowed and after glancing the clock he had stepped into the room closing the door firmly.

It was the look of fear that Harry gave him that the Muggle would suffer for the most, Voldemort decided immediately, watching Harry's memories. The boy had quickly worked out what his Uncle had been about to do and despite four years of continual abuse he had still fought back. It had been no use and the large man had fallen on the boy after hitting him a few times.

It took a long time. Vernon was not as fit as the other men and he didn't know any of the techniques to keep the damage down and so Harry was once again ripped from within.

Eventually, it was over. Vernon was bright red and panting. In a gesture reminiscent of the very first time, he had reached out and patted Harry, complimenting the boy.

After that day, the abuse was continual, anytime Harry's Aunt wasn't there. The men still came once a week but Vernon took Harry at every other opportunity. As Dudley became older, he knew what was happening and while he had never touched Harry himself, except for physical abuse, his father had allowed him to watch several times to see the correct way of punishing ingrate losers. He'd laughed in glee at Harry's tears.

Voldemort shook his head, keeping a firm control on his magic although visible waves still radiated from him. They had dared to hurt his Harry... They had dared... He would personally ensure that everyone who had touched his prize would have a very long time to regret their actions but he still hadn't seen what he needed. He hissed feeling the split in his eyes and his skin itching... Xatarass wanted out to avenge his mate. About twenty different men had used Harry but none of them were Wizards. "Where is the wizard, Harry? Show me which one is the wizard..." He said as he gently cupped Harry's face, wiping away the sweat that was on his brow.

Three more years... It had continued for three more years with the Wizard appearing when Harry was almost ten. The wizard knew who Harry was and had seemed to take further pleasure in the fact that the one who had beaten the great Dark Lord Voldemort had been reduced to nothing more than a sex toy by Muggles. Voldemort growled, a feral smile on his face, and his sharp teeth catching his lip. "I will know you," he whispered. The wizard was one he didn't know but that had never stopped him. He knew what he looked like... That was enough for Xatarass...

There was one more memory though... of the time when the spell had been cast. It had been just after the first Hogwarts letter had been sent to Harry. The wizard had come to the house late one night with someone else in tow; a vampire by the looks of things. They had stunned the Muggles quickly and then had gone to Harry.

The Vampire had commented on how beautiful Harry was and had made the offer to turn him but the wizard had shook his head. "As much as I regret the loss of my toy, it is necessary."

The Vampire had nodded before stepping up to the boy, sweeping back his hood and weaving the magic. The Dark Lord looked closely at the Vampire... There was something familiar there... With the level of power Voldemort could sense even through Harry's undeveloped senses it had to be an elder although that raised the question of how the wizard had paid the being. Elder's, if they agreed to work for you were not cheap. Ah... He remembered now... Xeoaph Casitial... Vampire elder, over two thousand years old, and one he had once approached for blood and one of the few Vampires who know wizarding magic. At least having a Vampire perform the spell answered Voldemort's other question on how it had escaped detection for so long.

"But you have not escaped me. I will show you true darkness," the Dark Lord purred as he broke the obliviate spell completely. Xeoaph would know it but would have no reason to pursue the matter and even if it did, he knew how to deal with their kind.

Harry frowned as the obliviate vanished and even in sleep he knew that something had changed.

The Dark Lord sat lightly on the side of the bed. With Harry remembering everything, it would be almost impossible to claim him. He would have left the spell in place but Harry had to be whole to claim his birthright. Seduction was going to be difficult now, the boy had too many bad memories... Unless...

Voldemort smiled, looking down at Harry. "My little one..." He hissed. "Let me show you what it means to be loved..." With a gentle move he leaned down brushing his lips against Harry's, tasting, teasing...

He drew back, crimson eyes hooded as he raised his wand once again. "You will give me such pleasure," he whispered, "such pleasure."