Trigger warning: There are graphic descriptions of violence, torture, and rape in this chapter. If this is triggering for you, please skip the first part of the chapter and start where it says end of Flashback. There are other scenes that are still violent, but might be less triggering there is no rape only fighting. That being said, I do not condone or agree with torture or rape. I'm using these scenarios to show why certain characters act the way they do. Please, do not message me and tell me what a horrible person I am, for shedding light on topics that happen to REAL people. That being said, I understand this may hurt and even offend some people, and that's okay. The point of this story is to engage you and to get you to feel and connect with these characters. Know that your feelings are valid, and I didn't write this to trigger people. AN: I changed the dates around for peoples birthdays, if you want to go have a look. I needed to change them, so it would fit the story. I want to make a disclaimer once again I do not own these characters. I also have never read the books, so it's not going to be canon at time, if you are reading this for a canon story… this is not the one lol. I will be changing a lot of things to fit the way I want this story to go. As always shout out to VileniaVeladorn for reading over this chapter, guys go check out her stories they are so good! "Starting around the mid-nineteenth century, psychiatrists were referred to as "alienists." It was the alienist's job to study, understand, care for, and assist patients in overcoming their "mental alienation" or illness." us/blog/evil-deeds/201801/who-were-the-alienists Check out the article if you want to learn more :)
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July 31st, 1997: Muggle House in South Yorkshire
"Tom, I love you, but this is madness! You are traveling down a dark path. You will ruin us, why are you obsessed with kidnapping mudblood children and experimenting on them." The tall, willowy alpha strolls towards Tom and embraces him. "You need to let this go Tom. I know you were mistreated as a child, but you cannot punish the entire world." Tom shifts in his mate's embrace and looks up at him coldly. "You don't love me...you love what I can give you. It was your idea that I seduce and lie to him, now he's locked up! I'm always the one who gets used and thrown aside! I hate my biology and how it forces me to react and lose control! If you cannot support my cause, then why are you here? Abandon me like everyone else in my life! But know this... Alpha, soon you'll be the one on your knees begging. " He then tears himself from the suffocating embrace and turns around sharply, aiming his wand towards a middle-aged man looking at Tom with uncertainty and dread in his eyes. He hisses, "Cru-u-cio! Crucio! Crucio!" Tom channels all his hatred, fury, and despair into the spell, causing it to flare a bright red. When it hit the man in the chest, it singed his skin slightly, and he started howling. Tom relished the man's screams, he slightly tilted his head, taking in the melodious notes the man was hitting. As Tom lost himself in the torture, he kept staring into the man's eyes. The terror he saw wasn't as satisfying as it was a moment ago; it reminded him of his childhood.
Flashback: Wool's Orphanage, the Summer of 1928
Tom Marvolo Riddle knew what pain was, in fact, it is the only thing constant in his life thus far. His mother, Merope Gaunt, abandoned him at the orphanage, so she could be with his father. All Tom ever wanted was a family, someone who would love and care for him.
"Tommy! Pay attention when your betters are speaking, you daft halfwit!" Billy kicks Tom in the groin, causing him to fall on the ground. "Billy stop! It hurts!" Tom curls into a ball and starts counting in his head to try and calm down. Billy then straddles Tom and pulls his hands away from his face. "Aww, is poor wittle, Tom-Tom going to cry like a little girl," Billy then grabs ahold of Tom's hands and starts slapping him hard across his face.
"Amy, Dennis, come over here and watch me teach this little freak who his betters are," he shouts across the yard. They both run over and notice Tom's face is bright red and swelling as Billy continues to slap him. "Billy Stubbs, you stop, Tom hasn't done anything to you," Amy yells. Billy stops slapping Tom for a second and turns to look at Amy with his flat brown eyes, "You're lucky you are a girl Amy or I'd do the same to you. Since when do girls tell men what to do? Just wait till you're older, I'll be sure to make a woman outta you." He smirks at her cruelly. Dennis fidgets in place, scanning back and forth between Amy and Billy, not saying anything.
Tom tries to remain quiet but lets out a whimper when he moves his cheek a tad. The sound grabs Billy's attention, "Now where were we Tommy? Oh! Yeah, I was getting ready to piss on you." Billy stands up, hovering over Tom's supine form and unbuttons his trousers and takes out his flaccid penis. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this Tom-Tom, I hope you do too." Tom looks up at Billy terrified, pleading with his eyes for Billy to leave him alone. When Billy grins maliciously at him, he turns his head to look at Amy and Dennis. He realizes Amy is running towards the orphanage to get Mrs. Cole; Dennis is looking down at the ground standing by not doing anything to help. That was the day Tom realized he couldn't depend on anyone; he turned his head back towards Billy, who kneeled down, so he was closer to Tom's face. Tom looks at Billy with dead eyes and tears, streaming down his cheeks leaving tracks. "Oh, don't be like that Tommy, think of this as a cleansing shower. I'm washing the filth away." Billy grunts and starts urinating all over Tom's face, but he wasn't satisfied he needed to humiliate him further, so he put his hand over Tom's nose which forced him to open his mouth. Billy then continued relieving himself in Tom's mouth, causing him to start choking. Tom ripped his head away from Billy and immediately started vomiting.
Mrs. Cole arrives and pulls the fifteen-year-old boy off of the twelve-year-old. "Mr. Stubbs what is wrong with you?!" Billy replies, "Mrs. Cole, I was just showing him his place. He thinks he can waltz around here performing witchcraft. Why, it's ungodly; don't you agree?" Mrs. Cole looks at him and nods her head, "while you are correct it is ungodly, it doesn't mean you get to execute his punishment. Now, I think it's time I take you and Mr. Riddle to go see the alienist. Mr. Riddle, do get cleaned up. You know this wouldn't happen if you learned to control your… urges."
Tom simply lies down on the ground with his cheek pressed against the cool grass, trying to remind himself to breathe. Amy walks over and starts rubbing his back, "Tom, let's get you cleaned up, forgive me for not being strong enough to protect you." Tom curls his lip back, snarling, "I don't need protection. I need to learn how to save myself, I need power." Tom marches inside of the orphanage, heading to room number twenty-seven. He goes inside his room quickly and slams the door hard. He then slides down the wall, dreading going to the alienist Mr. Kipp. Ever since Tom started experiencing magical outbursts, he's had to go to him, and he doesn't enjoy the encounters. But he knows the longer he takes to get ready, the longer Mr. Kipp will drag out his punishment. Tom stands up and hurriedly cleans himself off and changes his clothes. When he's finished, he rushes back down the stairs to the first floor. Mrs. Coles grabs both boys by the back of their necks and steers them to Mr. Kipp's office in downtown London. Once they arrive, she walks in and lets the secretary know that she's here to drop off both boys, and she'll be back in three hours to retrieve them.
Tom shuffles away from Billy and sits down in the corner closest to the window that looks outside, showing the gloomy weather. Mr. Kipp comes out of his office, and notices Tom is lost in thought. "Tom, lad, it's good to see you, have you been having any outbursts recently?" Before Tom can answer, Billy interjects, "he had one earlier today where he made my pet rabbit fly in the air, but no matter I punished him for it." Billy smiles at Mr. Kipp with a glint in his eye. Mr. Kipp turns sharply and glares at Tom, "Now, now, Mr. Riddle, I believe I should evaluate you first. Come let's go to the back office. Mrs. Shaffer, this may take a while, don't let anyone disturb me, and make sure Mr. Stubbs is taken care of until his appointment." Mrs. Shaffer nods her head and directs Billy to go sit in the corner and keep himself occupied.
Tom stands up with his knees slightly wobbling, he then stares at Mr. Kipp with a blank expression as they move back to his office. Mr. Kipp sits down in a leather wingback chair with his legs crossed facing Tom. "Tom, what have I told you about gazing at me with that defiant glint in your eyes? Hmm, no matter, I'm sure I'll beat it out of you. Now take off all your clothes. I'm going to cleanse you of your filth." Tom hesitates a second and Mr. Kipp saunters over and grabs him roughly by the face. "Tom, if I have to take your clothes off when I'm finished with you, you'll have to hike to the orphanage naked." Tom gulps and hurriedly takes off his shirt and trousers, leaving him in his underpants. "Tom did I tell you to stop? Take off your underpants as well." Tom slowly takes off his underpants, not realizing Mr. Kipp is becoming aroused by the display. Once he drops his underpants to the hardwood floor, he looks up at Mr. Kipp covering himself with his hands. "Now, kneel down on both knees and open your mouth wide with your tongue sticking out." Tom shakes his head back and forth, "Please, sir, no I don't want to do this anymore it's not proper. It hurts when you put your..w-willy in my mouth." He whispers quietly, embarrassed. Mr. Kipp scoffs loudly, "well, it's part of your punishment for doing witchcraft. This will help you learn to control your urges. Plus, I have something special I've been waiting to do with you today. I know you'll love it, but I need to give you a bath first. Now be a good boy and open your mouth like I requested." Mr. Kipp unbuttons his trousers taking out his rigid member, he starts stroking himself, taking pleasure in Tom's dilemma. Tom shuts his eyes tight and opens his mouth wide with his tongue sticking out. After what seems like forever, he feels Mr. Kipp yanks his head back, jarring him for a second, "open your eyes, you little slag, I want you to understand what you do to me. It's your fault, I can't control these urges with your thin pink lips and your vast green eyes. You're a devil-ponce, Tom, but I can bring you salvation." Mr. Kipp then smirks at Tom while shoving his member down his throat, causing him to gag. He keeps his member lodged down his throat until he starts choking, turning a light purple color. When he pulls his member out, Tom starts violently coughing with tears in his eyes. Mr. Kipp continues to violate Tom's mouth until he spills his release all over Tom's face and body. Tom falls on his back and is breathing heavily. He squeezes his eyes, shut attempting to ground himself and think of anything, but what recently happened. He doesn't want to find out the surprise Mr. Kipp has in store for him, but he already knows what it is. He squeezes his thighs together tightly, hoping, praying that just this once any deity will hear him and smite Mr. Kipp for hurting him. But Tom knows no one is listening, he's always been alone. He starts crying silently, wishing merely once someone would choose him, save him.
"Shh. Shh, there, there Tom. I've got you, your surprise will hurt at first, but you'll get used to it." Mr. Kipp pats Tom's head and wraps one of his hands around his neck, applying gentle pressure. He then turns Tom over, so he's lying prone on his front. He then pries Tom's thighs apart using his other hand and his knee. Tom opens his eyes wide, violently shaking his head. "NO! NO! NO! I'll do anything, please sir, don't do that! Anything but that!" Mr. Kipp doesn't listen to Tom and rams his member deep inside of Tom, causing him to wail out in agony. "I know I didn't prepare you properly Tom, but this is part of your punishment, pain is how I will cleanse your soul, making it pure again;" he grunts out. Tom scratches at the hardwood floor beneath him, he detects a familiar pressure building deep within him as Mr. Kipp violates his most intimate place. As the pressure becomes too much and overwhelms him. Mr. Kipp notices Tom's skin is turning bright red, he mistakes it as Tom's skin flushing from their activity. Tom opens his eyes which have turned a bright green. A red flame in the shape of a basilisk comes out of his mouth and charges at Mr. Kipp. The basilisk rips Mr. Kipp apart, slowly burning him alive. The basilisk then attacks everything else in its path causing an inferno. Tom lies on his stomach with a pleasant smile on his face, he realizes he created his own power, and he truly doesn't need anyone else. He hurriedly puts his clothes back on and uses the back entrance to make his way out front. Where he observes firemen attempting to put out the magical fire.
Mrs. Coles notices Tom and Billy and hurries over to them, "come on you two we need to leave before the police start asking questions." Tom follows behind her with a pep in his step. He grins maliciously at Billy and winks, letting him know that he's next. Billy turns his head away quickly and almost runs back to the orphanage.
End of flashback
Tom is brought out of his memory by his mate grabbing his arm, "Tom that's enough the poor wretch is dead stop." Tom was so lost in his memory that he didn't realize he continued to torture the creature, not that he cared he hates humans, none of them are authentic. He stares at the mangled body, "Albus, why pretend you actually care for me or this...thing?" Albus grits his teeth, releasing dominant pheromones, "Listen here love, I tolerate a lot from you, but I'm the alpha in this relationship. Remember your place which is beneath me! The world may lay at your feet, but you will always be under me." He smirks and apparates away. Tom snarls and touches his wand to his Dark Mark, alerting his followers that his plan starts now.
Godric's Hollow, the Potter's residence 2100 p.m.
Lily Potter nee Evans had recently given birth to her bouncy little boy, Harry James Potter. She didn't realize she could love and feel so much for such a small person. She wants to shelter and protect him from the whole world. She doesn't understand how Voldemort could want to murder an infant in cold blood. She wonders those who hurt him in his life that ruined his happiness so thoroughly that he spreads misery and chaos wherever he roams. Harry blinks and stares at his mother with a gummy smile. She smiles and kisses his nose, "Harry, there will be many trials ahead for you, but remember the family is everything. Please, grow up to be a strong resilient man, who stands by his convictions. As wee Harry starts to doze off, she places him back in his crib. Lilly then moves over to the enchanted safe they placed behind the live portrait of her and James across from Harry's crib. She takes out the letter she received nearly a year ago.
Dear Lily J. Potter, nee Evans,
You do not know me, but you have heard of me. My house coat of arms includes both the Raven and the Badger. I am writing this from the distant past in hopes you will heed my warning; for I see glimpses of the future. I have put in place measures to try to guide our people on the right path. Make no mistake, I know I am not omniscient, but I have viewed certain outcomes that will exterminate the magical community if we do not come together as one, with our muggle counterparts. My heir and yours are the keys to bringing the Dark Lord down as well as enlightening the magical community of its ridiculous prejudices. Now this Dark Lord will come after midnight, his purpose will be to kill your son, but true love and sacrifice is the ultimate protection anyone can use against the killing curse.
What I am about to ask you will sound ludicrous; but are you willing to give up your life for your child? It might seem like an obvious choice at face value but think about it before you continue to read this letter.
Now I assume you've decided you want to know how to save your child if the need arises. All you do is point your wand at the child and say Amor Vincit Omnia; a bright white light should cover the child for a second, then melt away. Remember, you cannot retaliate against this Dark Lord with violence your aura needs to remain pure otherwise your sacrifice would be for naught. My dear, I wish I could give you better news and tell you of a way to save yourself and your mate, but I only foresaw how to protect your son, if you should ever need to. May Lady Magic guide your wand.
R.H.R.
As Lily is folding the letter to place in the safe, James walks in, he goes over to sleeping Harry and holds him against his chest, making sure to take in his woodsy scent. "Son, I will miss you. I wish your mum and I could stay to take care of you. Make sure to grow up to be strong and gentle. I have many regrets in my life and one of them was bullying a man named Severus for no reason. Your uncle Sirius will take care of you once we are gone, I love you." James kisses his head and places him in the crib. He turns to Lily, "did you put everything in the safe that you wanted to leave Harry?" Lilly nods, "Yes, and I've given a copy of the will to Dumbledore, Bellatrix, and one was left in our vault. James walks over and embraces Lily, "I'm scared Lil. I don't want to leave him, I barely got to meet him. I know he'll have your green eyes and my unruly hair. I want to raise him, so he doesn't become a tosser like I was at Hogwarts." Lily chuckles, "hopefully Sirius takes up that mantle and keeps him out of trouble, but I doubt it. Who have you decided will be the other guardian, if something happens to Sirius?" James opens his mouth to tell her, but a loud explosion goes off rocking the house; he sprints out of the room towards the front door.
Lily realizes this is the moment that Rowena warned her about in her letter. She casts a tempus spell and sees it's 0100 hours in the morning. She hurries over to Harry and points her wand at him, saying, "Amor Vincit Omnia," a white light washes over him. She makes sure that the silencing charm she cast on his crib is still active, so the commotion doesn't wake him up. She then stands in front of Harry's crib waiting for Voldemort to appear.
James has just arrived downstairs and observes the front door is torn off of the hinges. "James, where's the boy?" Voldemort scans at him with his red eyes, "He's not here... Tom," the alpha smirks at Voldemort. "Where did you learn that name? No matter, hand over the infant and you and your mudblood can live. I'm sure you can make another spawn, don't make me kill you, James, we need purebloods. James grips his wand tightly and points it quickly at Voldemort, "Expulso" he yells. A blue light races towards Voldemort who silently cast a protego duo, a green light is cast over him causing James' spell to ricochet off of his shield hitting him square in the chest. James' body is blasted into tiny chunks all over the living room. Voldemort sighs, "what a waste." He then heads up the stairs to the second story. He notices a door open, he smells an omega and an infant. He strides through the open door and sees Lily is standing protectively in front of the child. "Move, I'll give you the chance to walk away." Lily immediately responds, "No, I will not hand over my son to you." "You should be honored, filth, that I am benevolent enough to give you a chance." Voldemort narrows his eyes at her, and lifts his wand, "One last chance, move!" Lily stands her ground in front of Voldemort staring into his smoldering red eyes. "Sectumsempra," he hisses out, twirling his wand in an arc. The spell hits Lily opening up gaping wounds along her body. Lily smiles at Voldemort before she closes her eyes and says, "I love you, Harry." Voldemort scoffs, "what is the point attempting to protect an infant? It's not like you can't produce another one. Who cares he's your blood. No one needs love or parents, power is the ultimate protection. Now Harry was it, it's time for you to go to sleep." Voldemort lifts his yew, phoenix feather, 13½ wand one last time and casts, "Avada Kedavra!" As the sickly green light rips out of his wand ambling towards infant Harry, he feels a sense of peace, knowing he's beaten fate once more. But before he can turn around to leave, he notices the spell is suspended in the air that surrounds Harry, almost as if it is trying to penetrate a shield. That's when it dawns on him that Lily sacrificed herself, so that he could never touch Harry. The spell rebounds off of the shield around Harry and heads for Voldemort, who cackles madly. "I never seem to win. I'll see you soon, Harry." The spell tears Voldemort's body apart, leaving only his yew wand behind.
Deep in theSlieveanorra Forest
Sirius Black was struggling to advance through the dense forest and still did not completely grasp what Bellatrix wanted him to do. "All I see is fifty fucking shades of green and brown! I can't even find the runes or ley lines she mentioned," he mutters to himself. Ever since Bellatrix stopped his mother from blasting his name off of the tree and disowning him, he's felt indebted to her. He always thought she hated him, but ever since Uncle Cygnus died, and she became the head of the house things have settled down. He simply has a feeling that something foul is bound to happen. Still struggling to move, he remembers he is a daemon and decides it'll be easier to fly. Sirius stops walking and closes his eyes, breathing in deeply; his daemon starts coming to the surface and slowly his skin melts into dark gray fur with streaks of red. While his skin is changing, his teeth and nails lengthen. Afterward, six-inch gold horns form on his head while his red leathery wings expand from his back. Once, his transformation is complete, Sirius glances down and realizes he's ripped through his boots again. "I always forget to spell my boots." He digs his toes in the ground, then leaps into the air, spreading his wings. Sirius flies around in lazy circles for several moments trying to figure out which direction to go, when he feels a jolt of intense pain in his head. The pain is so blinding that he almost falls out of the sky; when he's able to get his bearings, he steadies himself using his wings. He then feels loneliness and hunger, which he doesn't understand where those emotions are coming from. He ponders it for a minute and realizes something must have happened to James and Lily, and he's experiencing Harry's emotions because he's his guardian now. "No! That means they are dead, but how? Did something happen to… I have to go to Harry." Sirius then flies towards Godric's Hollow.
He arrives and the skies have opened up pouring down rain to the point he can barely see in front of him. When he gets to the front door he realizes there is no front door and rushes inside. He finds a bloodbath in the entryway and stands there in shock for a second. Due to him being familiar with the layout of the house he heads towards Harry's nursery and bursts through the door where he finds...to be continued.
Amor Vincit Omnia = Love conquers all
Birthdays:
Sirius Black, born on November 3rd, 1971
Tom Riddle, born December 31st, 1916
Albus Dumbledore, born on August 8th, 1881
Minerva McGonagall, born on October 4, 1945
Destiny Whitelaw, born on January 1, 1960
Hermione Granger, born on September 19, 1994
Gabor Camal Granger, born on February 12, 1965
Bellatrix Black, born on September 25, 1967
Andromeda Tonks, born on May 12, 1969
Narcissa Malfoy, born on April 1, 1970