TITLE: You Know Nothing of Me

Warning: Voldermort OOC, don't like kind-voldie, don't read. This has mature contents if you have noticed. I don't be responsible of what you read next.

Mild raping, M/M, yaoi, HarryVoldermort. Don't like, don't read. Simple as that!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. It belongs to J.K Rowling.

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Chapter 1: Voldermort

I never wanted to be a dark wizard. The one that everyone fears… But my fate could not be helped. As I try to make friends, they leave me betrayed. As I try to impress my teachers, others envy me of my ability. As I try to be like everyone else, they think as if I'm planning to lure them into my trap.

I never wanted to be a dark wizard. The more I tried, the more I got angry. As time passed, I started to hate others as they hated me from the beginning. They call me a monster, a devil, a You-Know-Who… I had finally given up. I have given up being a good person. I started to learn the dark side, betray, and kill. But deep inside me, I have a shattered heart, a heart never loved…

I can cry, I can feel and I can love. They know nothing of me. It's too late now. They will pay; they will get what they deserve. I will let them feel how I felt before.

"My lord…" Lucius says, breaking the eerie silence of my dungeon.

"Speak your words Lucius." I hear my voice echo…

"May I ask your plans, on what to do to our muggle prisoners?" Lucius bow forward before me.

I think for a while…

One part of myself tells me to free them.

One part of myself tells me to kill them.

They will pay…

"Kill them." Wasn't that simple?

"Yes, my lord." Lucius quietly leaves my dungeon into the prisoner cells.

I fall onto my olive wood chair. I feel a tear rolling down my cheeks.

Was my decision correct? I have done what I should do, but why don't I feel happy?

What is this feeling inside me, which hurts so much, so much that I want to die…?

'I need some fresh air…'

Harry had grown over the years after some years.

Now, he's at the 7th year of Hogwards at the age of 17.

He looks at himself at the mirror.

The still shinning green eyes, the longer brunette hair tied into a loose ponytail, the pale white skin, the slender body frame, soft yet so distant feeling of a smile on his face. Harry became more female like over the years, unlike others who usually turn more stern and strong.

But if you were living with the Dursleys, you shoudn't be surprised.

Furthermore, Harry was attractive.

Unfortunately, the one known to be the dumb Dudley knows that fact.

So Harry is molested by Dudley numerous times when his parents are not present.

"Harry, open this door!"

'Oh no, not him again!' Harry screams in his mind hesitating to open the door of his room, the cupboard under the stairs.

"HARRY, I said OPEN this door!" Dudley roars banging the door impatiently.

"Alright!" Harry tears open the door, angry.

Dudley enters the room, pushes Harry onto the bed, then slamming the door behind him, making sure it was locked.

Then he jumps into the bed pinning Harry down.

"What are you doing!" Harry struggles on his wrists but fails, being pressured down by strong hands.

"Get off me!" He screams but was shortly cut off, shut by Dudley's sickening lips.

"I'm raping you of course. You're just to pretty of your own good."

Big hands roamed around his body, touching him everywhere.

Harry was scared….REALLY SCARED.

He just screamed…

I stood on my balcony enjoying the cool night air brushing through me.

I changed into my 17 year old self. I just liked to be in this body.

It made me feel how it was to be a boy.

Then I jerked.

If my dark sences were correct, I have just heard Harry Potter screaming. Without myself knowing, I teleported with a quick spell of my wand, just outside of Harry's window. I hear screaming inside.

'I see someone is outside my window!' Harry thought, then screaming, "Help, someone, any---!" Harry was cut off again, feeling Dudley's lips on his again, a sickening toung entering his mouth.

Harry closes his eyes, trying to fight off moans trying to escape him.

'Please someone help me!'

Then suddenly Dudley was slammed against the wall.

Harry got out of the bed, swiping his lips from Dudley's saliva, looking around of who had saved him. Dudley was unconscious.

He turned his view to the rescuer. Realizations stroke him.

There stood a tall figure.

Tom Riddle, a.k.a, Voldermort had saved him.