every tower has dungeons,every mind a break point

by Maeglin Telemar

Harry finds an anchor to protect against the howling storm. The light dies as thoughtless Neros fiddle as their empires burn around them. Warnings:Femmeslash multiple pairings Noncon, extreme violence, Ambivalent Harry

1. Chapter 1

Every Tower Has a Dungeon, Every Mind a breaking Point

SCARLET AND GOLD VENEER ON A TRADITIONAL EVIL

A/N Eu não possuo a aprovação explodida da coisa!

Harry sat swinging his legs over the roof edge; he was sat on the great hall roof with a pile of bottles balanced precariously on the battlements. He was laughing hysterically and he was very, very drunk.

He mumbled to him self, slurringly addressing the school, who were frolicking to celebrate the end of the exams for another year. Having seen the closest thing he had to a father die before his emerald orbs he was, well depressed would be an understatement.

As he finished a bottle he threw it into the waiting masses below, each impact scattering a group and forcing shield charms up to prevent injury from crystal smashing into the ground. Harry was drinking to forget the past 36 hours. To forget the way a group turns on its leader and the ritual humiliation that occurred in the chaos of regime change.

He had been cornered by a group, comprised of Gryffindor alumni of varying ages and hit with a series of rather grey spells. He awoke naked chained to as table, Chains of obsidian holding him to the table leeching his magic, glowing white with charge.

First they broke the body with the traditional methods, beatings, blades, wax and oil. Then and only then did they begin the true art of breaking the mind.