Special Victims Unit: A Story Of A Survivor

A Harry Potter/Law & Order: SVU Crossover

Part Two

Chapter Two

Author Note/Disclaimer: The book series was created and owned by J.K. Rowling. I take no credit in the amazing and creative world she made. The only thing I own is my imagination and any original characters you may see. I also do not own the series Law & Order: SVU, which was created by Dick Wolf. Any characters you see in this story from the show are not mine. I'm just using them for my own amusement.

This story was adopted from severus-is-my-man5690. Some parts of first and second chapter are severus-is-my-man5690, but I have also added to these chapters.

Summary: The Dursley's decide to take a trip to America, bringing Harry with them. There the Dursley's get caught red handed in an attempt to rid the boy. Will justice be served? Will Harry be able to overcome his pain and anger? Will he become a Survivor? A Fighter? Will he find a miracle in a world of darkness?

Pairings: Harry Potter/?

Settings: Takes place in the sixth year of Harry Potter, but it is different than the book in some instances. It takes place three years before the first season of Law & Order: SVU.

Warnings: Torture, Cursing, Sexual Intercourse Scenes, M/M Coupling, M/F Coupling, F/F Couplings, Crude Language, Slavery, Rape, Attempted Rape, Talk of Rape, Kidnapping, Black Mailing, Drugs, Drug Dealing, Underage Drinking, Murder, Suicide, Racism, Racial Labeling, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Mental Abuse, Weapons, Stealing, Statutory Rape, Manipulative Dumbledore, Bashing of Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dumbledore, ect. There may be bashing of other characters (depending)


"Erase My Scars"

By: Evans Blue

Reckless and weary,
The truth has been buried,
Held down by the hand,
That refuses to carry.
The burden you built,
The lies, do you hear me?
The insult, the white flag,
You refuse to carry.
I'm letting you go,
And all that you showed me.
I'm letting you know,
That you don't control me.
The feeling is cold,
And life is unfolding.
Reckless and weary,
I'm desperately holding on.

So if you can't get a word in,
Its because I don't care what you think,
Don't be alone inside,
A world that's filled with make-believe.

Broke! Inside,
This life, you can never be reborn within,
I came this far erase my scars.
Fight! This time,
Inside, take a break from the lie you live,
I came this far, erase my scars.

Find my control,
Find reasons to beat this,
Find truth below,
The lies and the wreckage.
I can't let go,
I'm too close, too restless,
I'm letting you know,
I'm far too aggressive.

So if you can't get a word in,
Its because I don't care what you think,
Don't be alone inside,
A world that's filled with make-believe.

(Lyrics Continued)


Previously

They will find you. Harry's eyes showed. It infuriated Vernon that even being raped; Harry wouldn't allow him the satisfaction of breaking him. But Vernon had not and would not break him.


Now

Montes Hotel

8:37 P.M.

Harry had tried to fight, but his body lacked the energy and blood to do so. He could do little more than lay upon the bed as Vernon Dursley thrust in and out of him. The sound of his panting sickened the sixteen-year-old and made the urge to gag settle in his throat, until he fought to push it down. The familiar feeling of being torn apart from the inside as he breathed was painful. But Harry continued to fight with what he could, his defiance shown through his eyes.

The raven-haired teenager could see black specks in his vision and his vision going tunneled as his head swam and became even lighter headed from the lack of blood. Harry wouldn't die. He couldn't die. He wanted to scream out his story. He wanted to show Vernon Dursley that he didn't break him that no matter how hard he had tried over the years, it had never worked. With a sudden grunt from Vernon and a sharp pain went through Harry's spine; the sixteen year old slipped into unconsciousness.


New York Police Department

16th Prescient

8:25 P.M.

The office was cluttered and filled with desks in pairs of two, covered in papers, files, and pens. Many Detectives and officers walked through the large office. Many were conversing amongst each other, whether it was about a case or friendly conversation was unknown. At a pair of two desks, facing each other, Detective Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson sat filling out their recent case files on a sexual assault by a man known as Frank Walkers. It had been a long and difficult case and the two partners were relieved it was over.

"Stabler, Benson!" Captain Donald Cragen yelled from his open office door. The balding male stood in the doorway, stance stiff and face unpleasant as he looked at two of the best detectives he had within the Special Victims Unit. "Montes Hotel, 2567 Avenue X, and Cicero." The two partners shared a look before they closed their files and left them on their desk. Standing, Elliot grabbed his coat and slid it on as Olivia grabbed her badge and gun.

No words were shared between the two as they walked out of the office building and towards their car.

"How bad do you think it is?" Olivia questioned her partner with a furrow of her eyebrows and a frown on her face.

Elliot sighed and shook his head as he slid into the driver side of the car. "I don't know." He replied. He just hoped it wasn't another case dealing with adolescents; he had had enough of those cases.

"Well, we better get going." Olivia stated as she glanced at Elliot. The blue-eyed man nodded and turned the engine of the car on. With a move of his hand, the car was put into drive. He pulled onto traffic and swiftly made his way through the many cars, heading to their next crime scene. Elliot had a bad feeling about this case.


8:37 P.M.

When Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson arrived on the scene, they could see the flaring lights of police cruisers and an ambulance, their bright colored lights flickered and rebounded against the windows of the many buildings on the streets. Civilians gathered around, trying to see what was going on as police officers stood guard, allowing no one to past the yellow caution tape.

The two Detectives pulled up to the curb and stepped out of the vehicle. Badges were pulled up and shown to the officers, allowing them to past the caution tape. As they walked towards the front doors of the hotel, they stopped as the Emergency Medical Team, pushing the gurney, made their way towards the ambulance with the victim upon it. Ebony hair, silky like water lay surrounding the young teenagers face, like a halo. His skin was a sickly pale, and covered with bruises and blood. The teenager could have been no older than sixteen or seventeen at the most.

They duo shared a look before stepping into the hotel's lobby. Many officers stood in the large area, questioning hotel guests on what they had heard. Detective Stabler and Benson passed the officers and headed for the elevator with no words shared between them. Olivia was lost in thought; the image of the young teenager was burned in her mind. Elliot himself couldn't help but continue to picture the young teenager on the gurney.

The small "ding" of the elevator snapped the two out of their thoughts and allowed them entrance to the nicely decorated elevator. It took only minutes for the lead detectives of this case to reach the floor. They neared the room that the victim had been found in and could see a police officer standing guard. As his eyes caught sight of the two, he quickly began to explain what he discovered. "Bell boy and a few hotel patrons could hear shouts and yelling from a room down this hall," The police officer sighed. "When he went to investigate, he found the young man bleeding and beaten on the bed." He flipped the notepad open and glanced down at it. "The teen's suspected of being raped. Room was booked by a Vernon Dursley for the duration of the weekend."

The police officer stopped and looked at the two detectives. "The worker at the desk claims he saw Dursley's wife and kid leave shortly before the incident. Mr. Dursley followed awhile after, he checked out. The worker said he noticed some injuries on Mr. Dursley, looks like the kid put up one hell of a fight." The man shook his head. He had to admire the strength and guts the kid had to have had to fight and show signs of what he had done to his attacker. "The worker says he saw the victim with the family as they signed in but not as they checked out."

"What's the victim's name?" Olivia asked the Officer with a frown. She really hated rape cases against adolescences.

The police officer shrugged and shook his head. "There was no I.D. on the victim. No one admits to seeing him out with the Dursley's." He stated. "It seems that they split up. Some witnesses say that they saw the Dursley's shopping and eating out." The officer looked down at the notepad. "The victim was seen at museums and historical sights through New York, as well as getting some food from a vendor."

It was amazing how many people would be willing to help a case when it came to children or teenagers.

"Why would someone bring two teenagers with them on a vacation to New York, but practically ignore the other teenager and leave him to wander the streets?" Olivia asked her partner with a raised eyebrow.

"Someone who had no choice, but to bring him." Elliot stated glancing at the retreating back of the officer. "Or perhaps we're missing something valuable, like this was intentional." Elliot suggested to Olivia.

Olivia sighed and shook her head. "Come on, let's check out the room." The two Detectives walked into the hotel room and stared at the sight before them. Blood was splattered across the floor and bed. Glass was broken from a lap falling to the floor and a bottle of what Elliot assumed as whiskey or something along those lines was shattered across the floor.

"They were right, the kid put up one hell of a fight." Elliot said with an impressed tone in his voice. They watched as the CSI team analyzed everything they could find.

"Detectives." A young woman called out from her bent position a few feet in front of the door. "It looks like there's more than one person's blood here."

The Detectives shared a look, small smiles gracing their lips. It looked like the case was going to go by much faster with the evidence they had from the room, the victim and the witnesses. The attacker, who they were nearly positive was Vernon Dursley, would be going away for a very long time.

Elliot and Olivia looked away from each other and went back to surveying the scene. They could only imagine what the kid must have gone through in such a short amount of time. They were sure that the victim would survive. If he could fight against his attacker and leave marks against him, they were sure he could beat this obstacle in his path.

Elliot silently watched as the crime scene investigators finished gathering the evidence they had found. He promised himself that he would hear this boys plea and would do everything he damn well could to show that they cared and were willing to listen. That they were doing everything they could to give him justice.


New York Memorial Hospital

250 52nd Street

9:15 P.M.

Elliot Stabler stood silently outside the hospital room. His bright blue eyes looked through the observation window. He watched silently as the young teenager slept. He was only a few years older than his own children. The respirator hooked up to the boys face mechanically pumped his chest up and down with vital oxygen. At the moment, he was to weak to supply himself with the air he needed. He could never understand how a parent could do this to another child, whether they were children or adolescents. It just didn't make sense.

Every time he looked at the young teenager lying upon the bed, his mind kept thinking of his own children. He could never imagine having to see them beaten and possibly raped. It would destroy him.

"Detective Stabler?" A voice questioned. Elliot turned away from the window and looked to see Doctor Robinson. He was the Doctor who had allowed Elliot in to see the boy and who was also taking care of the teenager.

"Yes?" Elliot asked Doctor Robinson. It was hard not to forget his name, as he had worked on taking care of the teenager.

"I just wanted to inform you that we received the X-Rays. They confirmed what we already thought. He has six broken ribs, five cracked ribs and the other thirteen ribs were bruised." Elliot winced at the pain the young teenager would have to go through. "He also has a right leg close fractured fibula, which is a good thing." The Doctor reassured. A closed fracture meant that the skin around the fracture site is intact. In terms of bone healing, closed fractures have a favorable prognosis because of the low risk for infection of the bone (osteomyelitis) at the fracture site.

"He had a depressed skull fracture, so he may have to have surgery to lift the bones off the brain if they are placing pressure on the tissue." Doctor Robinson stated. "It could make the brain swell and that would not be a good thing. We'll have to wait and see in a couple of hours." The Doctor adjusted his hold on the clipboard and continued to read off the injuries the sixteen or seventeen year old had.

"His right hand was sprained, which we have elevated and splinted. He also has it cold compressed and we have given him nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory medications for the pain. Some of his fingers were fractured, but should heal well." A hand sprain occurs when it has been stretched or tore one of the ligaments in the hand. Ligaments are strong fibrous bands that hold the bones in place during movement.

The Doctor shook his head. That boy was too badly hurt by whoever did this to him. He continued to speak. "His left wrist has a complex fracture, which means that multiple pieces of bone were broken and that the joint is involved. In this case, he'll need surgery to realign the bones. For now we have a splint from his elbow to his wrist to keep it straight." The Doctor rubbed his tired eyes. "He'll have to have surgery for a few of his injuries." He paused. "He has an inversion (lateral) ankle sprain, it is a common type of ankle sprain that occurs when the foot is inverted too much, affecting the lateral side of the foot. When this type of ankle sprain happens, the outer, or lateral, ligaments are stretched too much. We have wrapped it with an ace bandage and elevated it with a pillow for a now. If the swelling does not go down we'll have to do something else to heal it."

"The young boy also has a lateral ligament sprain; it's caused by a direct blow to the inside of the knee. We have wrapped it and put it in a slight degree as to not put too much pressure on the knee. He also has a severely bruised collarbone that has been wrapped up for now." Doctor Robinson knew that the horror on Detective Stabler's features had been the same reaction he too had had when the young teenager had first come through the Emergency Room.

Elliot's eyes had widened and his eyebrows rose at the many injuries that the boy had received from his attacker. It sickened him to know that the man that attacked him had put energy into doing it. Elliot had a feeling he was right about his assumption from earlier that day, when he had told Olivia that they had probably brought him to America on purpose. The Doctor speaking brought Elliot out of his thoughts. "Rape kit confirmed entry, penetration, and tearing." Elliot fought off his nausea at the statement. "Semen is less than a few hours old." The Doctor swallowed heavily. "The young man is lucky to be alive." He stated. "Most don't make it through the night with these types of injuries, but that young man is a fighter, and he will make it."

A relieved silence settled over the two men. It would be a long and hard recovery for the young teenager, but both men knew that he could do it. He had fought for his life; they were hard pressed to believe that he wouldn't make it out alive now. "For now, we placed him into a medically induced coma so that his body can heal as much as it can and so he doesn't put too much pressure on his wounds for now.

"I hope you catch whoever did this." The Doctor stated firmly. Though he wished he could have said some unprofessional curses about the monster that did this, he had to be professional about everything. He handed the Detective a copy of the young teenager's medical records for the 16th Precinct. Shaking hands firmly the Doctor gave a small smile before he walked past Detective Stabler and walked towards his next patient's room.

Elliot stood silently in the nearly quiet hallway of the ICU. He leafed through the medical records, taking note of every detail Doctor Robinson had written down. He took one last glance toward the tortured teenager that lay upon the hospital bed in the medium sized room in a sleep-induced coma. He sighed to himself and tucked the folder under his arm. Turning on his heel, the Detective walked down the hallway and towards the elevator. He needed to head to the Prescient so he and Olivia could find the bastard who did this and give the young teenager inside the hospital room peace.


New York Police Department

16th Prescient

"Well, I finally got the name," Olivia stated with a smile as she looked at the computer report that was sent from the British Ministry Database. "The victim's name is Harry James Potter. He was born on July 31, 1980. The only child of . . ." She paused with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't know they had those still." She stated with surprise. "He's the son of Lord James and Lady Lily Potter," The brunette announced.

"They still have those?" Elliot asked in surprise from behind her shoulder, peering down at the screen. "Wait," He paused. "If the Dursley's aren't his parents, why was he with them?"

"There are death certificates for Lily and James Potter on October 31st, 1981. Says here, the house was actually blown to pieces; only survivor was a one-year-old Harry James Potter. Harry was sent to live with his only other living relative. A maternal Aunt named Petunia Dursley nee Evans. Social Services were called to the house a couple of times." Olivia said, knowing this would gain her older partners interest. "In 1985, the primary school called in when he didn't show up for the first few weeks. Then, only showed up one week out of the entire month. No guardian called in sick for him either." She said as she scrolled through the file.

"There was two visits in 1986, four in 1987, once in 1988, another three in 1989, and the last, twice, in 1990. Then he stopped going to public school all together and went to a boarding school. But it does say that age twelve he graduated from High School and began to take college classes." Olivia paused with a furrow of her eyebrows. "That's strange, it says that Harry kept going to his private school, probably had his name down since he was born and wanted to remember whatever he could about his parents." The Detective stated with a shrug. "His parents also went to this school." She announced.

Elliot nodded his head slowly. His interest in sixteen-year-old Harry Potter was increasing with everything he was discovering. "Why was he never taken from the Dursley's?" Elliot demanded with a raised eyebrow. It had to be suspicious if Social Services went to the Dursley's residence twelve times, but never took him away.

"I don't know." Olivia also began to wonder why. "They should have," She sighed. "I have a feeling there's something more to this than meets the eyes." The other woman tapped her fingers on the keyboard. The two partners continued to read on the Social Services reports.

"Stabler, Benson!" The two Detectives heard the Captain yelled from his office, his voice echoing through the room of desks. "Airport security just called, you're suspects are trying to book a flight back to Britain. You best get down there, now!" The duo looked between each other before they quickly began to grab their badges, guns, and jackets. Giving each other annoyed looks that the people that were their number one suspects were trying to get away.

It was not going to happen. Not if they could help it.


Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

I know this profile was probably a bit boring, but this just shows all the injuries Harry had and just how hard it was going to be for him to overcome.

Reviews would be awesome! They make me smile and feel all warm. :]


Here is the OMC's personality/looks information for the Poll on my profile. It's to decide who Harry's partner will be.

Mikhail Zabini – He is a very handsome and muscular man. He has mocha brown colored skin; short, soft black hair and beautiful hyacinth eyes that sometimes look amethyst colored. His voice is seductive and smoky. Mikhail is confident, but not arrogant. He's easy-going, but determined when he needs to be. He's also very forgiving to those he loves. He's charming, an intellectual, resourceful, smooth talker, and an honorable person. Mikhail also loves his son very much. He's protective of those he loves and he'd do anything for them. He's a hard worker; he built his company from the ground up by himself. He's funny; he has a good sense of humor and imaginative. He's also generous and courageous. He's also a bit witty and sarcastic at times, but very trustworthy.

Nikolai Malfoy – He is an attractive and strong man. He has creamy pale skin; short, silky light blond hair that falls into his steel gray eyes. His voice is smooth and soft. He's inventive and sensible. He loves his family, but doesn't agree with them joining Voldemort. He can be a bit narrow-minded and headstrong when he puts his mind to something. Nikolai is also virtuous, he confirms to his moral and ethical principles. He's also stubborn, but not self-righteous. He's patient and pensive, but can also be gentle and suave. He can also be sardonic and harsh when he's upset or angry. He's trustworthy to those he loves.

Malachi Malfoy – He is a beautiful and shapely man. He has golden brown skin, chin length, dark blonde hair that falls into silver blue and crystal blue eyes (he has two different colored eyes). His voice is pleasant and husky. He's clever and ingenious. He loves his family, especially his younger siblings, but left them when his father became abusive towards him when he didn't agree to join Voldemort, Nikolai and Gregory took him away from the Manor. He's trustworthy towards those he loves and towards those he considers friends. He can be a bit straightforward, but knows when to be polite and vicious when he loses his temper. Malachi can also be very cheerful and sociable. He loves meeting new people. He's humble when it comes to his looks and always pensive on things. Malachi can be a bit rash and impulsive, but he knows when to be silent and watchful. He's also cynical and satirical when he thinks about his past or gets defensive.

Gregory Malfoy – He is a good-looking and sturdy man. He has lightly tanned skin, short, light brown hair that is usually messy and falls around his face. He has electric blue eyes. His voice is rich and steady. He loves his family, but is a bit too favorable to his oldest nephew. Malachi reminds Gregory of himself when he was the young man's age. He's precocious and wise, and willing to listen to what someone wants to say. He's dedicated and trustworthy to those he loves and constructive and creative. He knows when to be attentive and reliable. Gregory is a very organized individual and also responsible. He can be a bit cheeky and immature at times, but usually only when he's in a playful mood or trying to cheer someone up. He's hospitable and jovial to new people; he's always willing to make new friends. He's benevolent to those that he knows needs a little understanding. He can be a bit too nonchalant in serious situations. Gregory can also be obstinate and petty when he doesn't get his way.

Benjamin Rowle – He is attractive and manly. He has tanned skin, short auburn hair that is usually spiked up. He has sea green eyes and a low and soothing voice. He loves his brother, but doesn't believe in the Pureblood zealots, and so he left their crazy beliefs. He is an educated and talented man. He's truthful to a point that sounds harsh and he's also a trustworthy person. He can be cordial and genial. He loves making people smile and feel better. Benjamin can be a bit sullen when he doesn't understand something. He's known to be mischievous and rebellious when he's feeling immature. He's confident, but not cocky. He can be serious when he needs to be and can also be kind and considerate to others. He's a very persuasive person and earnest when he truly believes in something. He's also diligent, always watching those around him. He can seem to be a bit prejudiced, but that's usually against Pureblood wizards and witches and how they act.