Warning: GreyHarry!,SaneVoldemort!,ManipulativeDumbledore!,WeaselyBashing!(Just Ron,Ginny,Molly,and Arthur?),Mentions of Abuse, a-bit-off-Canon, Slash, Yaoi, Foul-Language.

Summery: Voldemort thought he knew Harry Potter. That is until he broke the wards. Voldemort sees Harry in a new 'light' and steals him away from his abusive home. What happens now? Only time can tell.

Pairing: Voldemort/Harry (The only OTP!)

Rated: 18+

A/N: I write in erratic bouts of madness so don't expect this story to be grammatically correct, and/or worded correctly. In other words be prepared to see mistakes as well as random story edits in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the HP series. All rights and acknowledgments for the characters and certain situations not deemed from my own mind go to the rightful author of the Lady Miss J.K Rowling.

~-XxX-~ ~-Bent But Not Yet Broken-~ ~-XxX-~

~-XxX-~ ~-Chapter 3: The Appearances & Personas We Wear.-~ ~-XxX-~ (Third Person POV's)

(Harry's POV-Third Person)

Harry slowly opened his eyes as he was more than a little shocked at finding out that he was still alive after his last torture session with his uncle. He had thought that was it. That he was finally going to die after all he's been through before he could ever truly get to live. He had thought that he was at his final end. That he was at his final chapter in his story. He had accepted his death, even welcomed it a bit, but now that he found he was still alive the emotions flowing through him were more than he could handle. He was just so happy, relieved, and mostly shocked at the fact that he was still alive. Combined with the fact that he wasn't in any pain for once in his life, and that he was able to see without his glasses he was almost shaking with his extremely turbulent emotions.

The numb shock, blissful relief, and the extreme happiness that he was feeling at the movement from just being alive, and well was so overwhelming that seeing the snake-man known as Voldemort a.k.a. Tom Marvolo Riddle sleeping at his bedside didn't even register as a shock to him. It was strange that when he finally did register the fact that the man should clearly shock him or maybe even terrify him he couldn't even bring himself to. He was just too focused, too absorbed, and too shocked at how he was healthy, alive, and able to see clearly that he couldn't bring himself to feel anything else for any other thing exempt for those three amazingly wonderful things.

Harry couldn't even remember the last time he wasn't able to feel any ache or a pain in his body let alone see clearly. For the first time since Harry could remember he felt completely blissfully painless, and he was loving it. He laid back on the comfortable bed, and basked in the comfort.

Harry could remember now as he stared at the white ceiling in a daze that right before he blacked out from the blood loss and the pain that he clearly saw a human shaped Voldemort burst into his room, and that the man's visage morphed into a state of shocked confusion. The man must have been the one to save him rather than his so called allies or friends. He almost snorted aloud at the thought of his so called 'friends' and 'allies' ever trying to 'save' him. He was their 'savior' after all. He's the one that is suppose to do the saving not them. A right laugh that is. [A/N: Incase you can't tell that, my friends, is sarcasm, not arrogance like Canon-Snape would like to think.]

Harry wasn't as stupid as the wizarding world thought him to be. He knew that the magical world wasn't any different or any less harsh than the non-magical one was. He had been disillusioned to their lies and their manipulations since the very start. Harry knew when he was being used, and he knows everyone in the wizarding world is either using him or in some way trying to use him. To him, everyone seemed to see him as their means of fame, fortune, and/or an icon to use and abuse instead of a normal person he undoubtedly was.

He wasn't arrogant (or thoughtless) enough to think that the title he was pinned with as the Boy-Who-Lived was actually true about him having defeated the more knowledgeable and powerful 'Dark' Lord at the young age of just fifteen mouths and not just so the 'Light' could use him as some sort of poster boy and weapon for their schemes against the 'Dark's' pureblood traditionalist's. (Harry figured that his mother did some sort of obscure life-for-a-life sacrificial ritual for him to survive: Meaning he had nothing to do with his miraculous survival like the magical world seems to think. Harry also felt it was rather callus of them to continue to forget that Harry was orphaned on that night so they really shouldn't treat their murder so insensitively when they bring up his so called fame, title, his scar, and the night of their deaths.)

Living with people like the Dursely's had made Harry second guess peoples thoughts and actions at ever interaction which made him know just when people were trying to use, abuse and neglect him. Harry ever since he could think for himself has had to guess the Dursely's motivations as well as con them out of food, money, and harsher punishments just so he could survive. Living with people who poisoned the little food and drink that he got from them, and people who had left him behind on 'family trips' had given him a sort of sixth sense when it comes to judging peoples thoughts, actions, and motivations. It made Harry cunning, and wise to ill intent, manipulation, and deceit.

Harry was so cunning, in fact, that he had conned the hats placement of him after having pieced together that most of his parents murders followers had children there, and that the 'Light' side had wanted him to be placed with the lions, and not with the snakes. (Only a true Slytherin would sort himself into Gryffindor - the rival house - so he wouldn't be anywhere near enemy Dark wizards who would try to kill him, and let his manipulators think that he is actually being manipulated. He's not stupid enough to let people suspect him or suicidal enough to go into a snake pit -though a lions den isn't dissimilar, but at least you know what to expect.)

He was more Slytherin than a Slytherin so he wasn't ignorant enough to think that the 'Light' side is truly well and good and not just as prejudice as the 'Dark' side was. In fact, he believed the 'Light' side was possibly even more so since he hadn't really heard any of the 'Dark' sides ideas or beliefs and only knew what the 'Light' side wanted him to know of the 'Dark' side so Harry didn't really know how much the 'Light' side had limited on his perception on them. [A/N: In other words the 'Light' side is keeping him in the Dark about the 'Dark' side.]

Being the way he is (A closet Slytherin), he wasn't as ignorant to their manipulations, their lies, their deceit, and their thefts (From his vault) as they would like to believe he was. He knew that Dumbledore is paying the Weasley's - except for the Twins, Percy, Charlie, and Bill - to treat him like a part of their family. He knew that they had tried, and failed to forge a magic contact to force him to marry Ginny and he knows that Ron is being paid to act like he is Harry's friend to spy for Dumbledore just like Hermione is as well.

He has known all along that all his so called friends were using him, which was exactly why he allowed them to stay so close to him. (It gives new meaning to 'Keep your friends close and your enemies closers' making it more like 'Keep your enemies friends and your friends enemies'.)

It was sick to think how they all thought that in the long run that they would get away with all their injustices to him. Maybe they would. Harry knows that Dumbledore was too powerful politically and magically to battle all on his own. Harry knows he can't trust or count on the fickle citizens of the magical world to help him because 'Great' Albus Dumbledore could do no wrong in their clouded eyes. They would just think he was lying even if he would out the old goat for it even if he would and could provide evidence to convict the old bastard. So Harry had to be quiet about the abuse so Dumbledore wouldn't try to harm him any more than he already has.(Just look how well that turned out he almost died again! Harry swears that trouble doesn't just follows him, but rides along on his back.)

If Harry hadn't any self-preservation instincts he just might've joined the Dark side. He knew that most 'Light' minded individuals thought that the non-magicals were stupid and wouldn't hurt a fly (Ever heard of the Atomic bomb?). Harry knows that the 'Light' side and most nonmagical-borns had placed laws against magical-creatures thought to be 'Dark' to be hunted to extinction, and forcing laws that help integrate nonmagical-born laws which take away the magical-borns own religion and culture.

Many half-blooded, nonmagical-raised, and nonmagical-borns - even him before he was forced to read about wizard/magical culture and customs by Griphook - didn't know that Christmas season is suppose to actually be called Yuletide in the magical world, but Yule had been changed to Christmas and outlawed being called Yule to celebrate the holiday in the traditional Christian way. It disgusted him that one culture was being tarnished for another because of nonmagical-borns and the 'Light' thought that the magical worlds holidays were strange so they had the right to change them to another. It made him even sicker to think that the holiday's were being replaced by Christians ones as Christians had once upon a time persecuted, and killed magicals for just being what they were. It was all very sickening.

Maybe he should just make his own side to this war. A side with common sense, and offered honesty, morality, and freedom to all manner of man, magic, beast, and creature or maybe he should go to the U.S.. He had heard that in the States that they are more tolerant, and more with modern times than they were in Magical Britain.

Since Harry knew that it was Voldemort who took him from the Dursley's when no one else would, he began to wonder why the man had helped him. He wondered why the man who had tried to kill him on multiple occasions had taken him away from the abuse and the pain that his watchers saw and did nothing to stop. He wondered why his supposed allies didn't try to help. He wondered if maybe they had pretended that they didn't see so their savior be beaten down so that he could still look like a savior to their eyes inside of some poor abused magical teen. He wondered if maybe they had seen it and didn't care about it. He didn't know, but what he did know is Voldemort was shocked at what he seen of the boy 'Savoir' before he had passed out.

Harry wondered why that was? Why had Voldemort saved him? Why had he watched over him? Why had Voldemort stayed by him? Just why had Voldemort done this? Had Voldemort been just as blind as the rest of the wizarding world to his battered and bruised malnourished form in his tattered clothing? Did the man choose to ignore the obvious like the rest of the magical population until he had seen the horrible truth up close and personal? He wonder if maybe the man had, but maybe he didn't. He didn't know, but Voldemort was still the man who had saved him nonetheless from dying at the hands of his abusers when no one else would or care to do so.

He leaned over to study the snake-mans face. Voldemort wasn't ugly so to say in this snake-like form, he was just a different strange sort of beauty that not many would find attractive. Voldemort's beauty could be described as a more primal bestial sort of beauty. It was like he was untamed and almost ethereal in a way with skin pale, but not unhealthy looking, sort of like smooth alabaster with small almost noticeable scales.. It was like the man was untainted, ethereal, and pure.

Harry started to trace the sleeping man's beautiful features with gentle steady brushes of his fingertips. He knows that he probably shouldn't be doing this, but he's just so fascinated by the mans beauty that he couldn't stop himself from doing it or to really care about doing it. He didn't know why that was.

Harry started by tracing the sleeping mans high cheek bones with delicate strokes for a few moments before his fingers glided across the mans thin cheeks and moved to stroke gently up and down the flat of Voldemort's serpentine nose. Harry's hand moved lower to gently brush his fingertips across the sleeping mans soft and thin pale lips. Harry's fingertips trailed to the mans sculpted jaw, and moved up to trace Voldemort's round closed eyes with gentle soft touches. He traced down the mans cheek to cup the sleeping mans face in his small hand after having finished exploring the mans visage, caressing lazy circles on the mans soft pale cheeks.

He felt Voldemort stir slightly under his ministrations so he was about to withdraw but he continued to stroke the mans visage without a care when Voldemort learned slightly into his touch. Harry felt Voldemort gradually waken. He finally withdrew his hand as Voldemort's lovely wine red eyes opened to meet his venomously green ones. He smiled brightly as Voldemort lifted his head up from his arms with a light pink blush on the mans pale features.

(Voldemort's POV-Third Person)

Voldemort was at first embarrassed then confused when he first awoke.

He had thought he was dreaming when he felt the feather soft fingertips trace his ugly inhuman features with a gentleness and steadiness not ever known to him. It was strangely intimate the way the hands traced his lips, eyes, and cheeks, and strangely loving in the way the hand cupped his jaw in its small soft palm as it rubbed gentle circles on his cheeks with its thumb. It was so warm, kind, and gentle that when he felt the palm about to withdraw from his features he leaned into the touch.

When the palm didn't move and continued to trace absent circles on his cheek with such clarity he knew it couldn't possibly be a dream, he hesitantly opened his blood red eyes to meet bright shining emerald green orbs. He watched as the slender pale hand withdraw slowly from his features as he lifted his head slowly.

He flushed pink at having falling asleep whist at the youths bedside rather than on the couch where he usually slept at, but he was confused as to why Harry was so calm at the moment. Shouldn't Harry be afraid of him? He, the murderer? He, the monster? He, the Dark Lord?

"Thank-you," Harry announced, his voice was scratchy and unused, but somehow still had a strange melodic bell-like quality to it.

Voldemort didn't hear him at first as he was still caught up in his thoughts, and panicking slightly about how Harry was awake and unafraid of him. He blinked a few times. Registering that Harry had just spoken to him, but he hadn't picked up on what. "Your awake," Voldemort stated in almost disbelief choosing to act in nonchalance in not having heard of what the youth said.

"Yes I indeed am. I have my savior to thank for that," Harry voiced with a wane mischievous sort of smile as luminous emerald green eyes met again with dark blood red eyes unafraid, and completely relaxed at the sight of him.

"Savior?" Voldemort questioned. Confused as to why Harry was referring to him as such. He wasn't a savior he was a monster. A dark, ugly, and horrible monster. He couldn't be anybody's savior, let alone to someone whose parents he had killed.

"You took me from those monsters, healed me, and watched over me. That makes you my savior. You saved me when no one else would," he murmured a light blush on his cheeks as he ducked his head in embarrassment at his admittance to being so weak that he couldn't fight for his own life against people without magic.

Voldemort stared fixated on the cute blush that stained Harry's cheeks. Wait cute? When had he begun to think Harry as cute? He studied Harry's small petite pale lithe form. Harry was only 5' 1' compared to Voldemort's tall 6' 4' height. Harry was tiny in comparison to him. His gaze trailed to Harry's face. He studied the delicate almost fragile features. Harry had a small heart shaped face, a small cute button nose, plump full pink lips, huge doe-like killing curse green eyes underneath long soft black lashes, and shoulder length mused black hair that had that just-been-ravished look to it. Harry had an almost ethereal beauty like that of the fae of old.

Voldemort coughed slightly embarrassed at having just checked out the young man,"Are you hungry?"

Harry smiled at him with perfect straight white teeth, his heart sped up in response. "Yes, I am. Thank-you again," Harry enthused.

Giving a small smile back Voldemort stood from his still knelling position on the floor by his bedside,"You don't need to thank me for anything."

"No I do!" Harry exclaimed passionately,"You have cared for me more than anybody else ever had."

Voldemort smiled another small genuine smile at the other male. "I'll go get something for you to eat. Anything in mind?"

"Porridge if you have it. I don't think my stomach can handle strong foods right now."

Voldemort nodded his head. "I'll be back. Don't overexert yourself while I'm gone."

With that said Voldemort left the room in search of the kitchens. Thus began a peculiar relationship or something more between once enemies.

End Chapter 3/? Edited: 8/15/2016