Warning: graphic death scene.

Shatter Me: Chapter 2: Training

Harry Potter sat and stared at the wall. He felt only fear when a man came in the room. As usual. The man's red eyes narrowed. Two months after breaking him, Potter still was not reacting to anything that was said to him. He was like a baby. But today would be the breakthrough. The Dark Lord Voldemort reached for his wand and mentally probed Harry's mind. There! There was something a flicker of thought. He slowly raised the wand. Again, there was a flicker. What was it?

'Please….'

Voldemort smirked. The goal was in sight. What would the light side think when they saw what he had planned? Their savoir. Their downfall.

Voldemort realized what day it was as he walked out of the room. Well. That was unbelievably symbolic.

July 31st

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Three months after that faint flicker, the training began. Harry was now having actual, coherent thought and speech. Of course, he only really talked when he was practicing or being taught. Otherwise, what if he said something wrong? What if he was punished? Ah fear.

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Several months into training him, Potter cast his first unforgivable. Ironically, it was the torture curse. Voldemort had discovered that it took much less time to train someone if the punishment for making a mistake was not just a detention, but torture. Harry Potter had re-learnt everything up to his fourth year in seven months. Of course, he was powerful, and he had a good memory. Rather like a smart dog, he had learnt very quickly that doing good meant he was rewarded, and bad meant pain. Pain and fear.

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Eight months. Harry's first dual with an actual, fully grown death-eater. Harry lost. No food for a week and three days with Bellatrix. He won the next dual, even without more training.

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Harry's first dual with an inner circle member. He won. It didn't matter.

"Crucio!" shouted Avery. Harry just rolled out of the way and shot a curse at him.

"Veliustu!"

Avery tried to block it but the ancient curse flew right through his powerful shield. It hit him right above his heart, and at first it seemed like nothing would happen. Then, apparently of their own accord, bits of skin began to rip themselves from his body.

"Aer Obsido." Harry said quietly, pointing to the skin that was still being ripped from Avery. The floating strands of skin wrapped around his head, suffocating him. Avery was dead within minutes.

Voldemort began to walk slowly over Avery's rather… messy remains, towards Harry. Instinctively, Harry flinched.

"Now, now Harry you won! I can't punish you for losing can I?" Voldemort said. Harry just stared and flinched again at the word 'punish'. Voldemort tone got dangerous.

"I asked you a question Harry. You remember what happened last time you didn't answer my questions?" Harry started to nod very quickly.

"Good. So, can I punish you for losing?" slowly, Harry shook his head.

"Actually I can. Don't worry though, I won't. But Harry you did make two mistakes." Harry started to cower and mumble.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

"You used spoken spells, which I believe I have told you not to, and you didn't clean up the mess. At least if you can't kill someone without making a mess, clean it up." Voldemort spoke right over Harry's frantic pleas. "You haven't visited Lucius in a while, I believe. Why not go now. He is waiting in cell 15."

Harry slowly walked towards the torture chambers. He knew that if he didn't go willingly, he would just get tortured worse.

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Harry hadn't lost a dual in several months now. He always cleaned up. He never spoke spells unless it was required. It had been a year since train had started. It was Halloween, which Voldemort had decided fitting for his final test. After all this was the night Harry had become the Light's golden boy. The test was to see if he still cared about anyone that he had before breaking.

They dragged her out of her room. Harry of course knew the rumors. That they hadn't tortured her at all. The two years she had stayed were actual very comfortable, and the worst they did was taunt her. It was his job to kill her. As Voldemort had said, he would kill her or be broken again. To him it was an easy choice, plus the jealousy that she hadn't been hurt at all. Why was it him who was tortured?

Silvery-grey eyes stared at him. "You broke." she said sadly. Harry didn't bother to answer. She didn't understand what he'd been through.

"Avada Kedavra." He said. Luna Lovegood's dreamy eyes slid shut for the last time.

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