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WARNING:This chapter contains abuse, Rape and other nasty things. Has detail of everything do not read if you don't want to know about some major trauma.

CHAPTER 2

Broken

Harry awoke with an excruciating pain in his scar. He yelled out in pain it felt just like when Voldemort had possessed him in the ministry but it was worse now about twice as bad. He pressed his hands on his forehead trying to stop the pain. He faintly heard a few cracks in the distance. The pain grew still worse and he started screaming. Then just as if someone flipped a switch turning off a light the pain stopped Harry stopped screaming. He felt something wet on his hands. But instead of seeing the glossy wetness of sweat he saw the thick redness of blood he gave into the dark and became unconscious once more.

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When he awoke he was pain free. He stretched and got up to locate his glasses. He found them in a corner of the empty room. He quickly put them on wanting to figure out where he was. Harry didn't have to think hard to figure out that he was in a kind of dudgeon. The entire room was grey stone. There were shackles and chains on one wall the room was about the size of Fred and George's but was lacking furniture. There was a door to his left and a small window with bars to his right. Under which he found more chains and shackles.

Harry started to pace as he ran a hand through his hair well tried to cause it was all greasy and slightly matted.

"Uuugh disgusting" he whispered to himself. He heard a click presumably of the opening the closing of a door Harry whipped around to face his captor.

"So I see that you have finally woken up" Voldemort said casually conjuring a chair and sitting in it. Then conjuring one for Harry but it had chains around the arms and legs unlike Voldemorts."Sit Harry" he ordered. Harry however did not move "NOW" he flicked his wand and Harry felt hands pushing him into the chair. The chains sprung to life and bound him a little too tight for comfort "there now that wasn't too hard now was it"

"What do you want?" Harry asked acidly.

"well I guess we could just get to the point what I want is you to tell me what the prophesy said" Harry opened his mouth to say something "no I know that Dumbledore heard the prophesy and he most likely told you so that you would know why you had no parents and what not." he said in a bored voice as if they were talking about the weather that struck a nerve but Harry kept his temper down knowing that it wouldn't do any good

"Why is my scar not hurting?" Harry asked randomly trying to figure out what to say about the prophesy. Upon noticing the irritated look in his eyes though he explained "well whenever I get near you it hurts and your right in front of me and it doesn't why is that?" Voldemort sighed

"I put a dark numbing charm on it so that it wouldn't start bleeding like it did yesterday when you first woke up. Back onto subject what did the prophesy say?" he said angrily looking Harry strait in the eye. Harry quickly looked away and cleared his mind.

"I don't know he was going to tell me when he felt the time was right."

"You know" Voldemort began as he got up from his chair." I was going to just kill you quickly figuring I had tortured you plenty by taking away you family and your freedom. But since you don't want to help me then I'm not going to be nice to you I know a lot of my servants would love some alone time with you" as he said that no less than 10 death eaters walked in they made a circle around their master and Harry.

He knew that he would suffer the cruciatus curse a few cutting curses and maybe a few nasty potions and then they would kill him and dump his body somewhere that there was a lot of people. He did not how ever think that they would do it for 6 days strait. Harry woke up, on the cold stone floor that was stained with his own blood, with a swift kick to the face from Bellatrix estrange

" happy birthday Harry" Bellatrix said in a sickly sweet voice Harry sat up and put his glasses on he looked around and saw that nearly all of voldemorts inner circle was there which was highly odd unless there was a particularly evil plan afoot." you have a big day ahead of you." she said with a bone chilling giggle. As she flicked her wand at the chains attached to the wall behind him. he felt the chains attach around his wrists and ankles and hoist him a few inches above the ground before tightening so that his back was flat against the wall and the chains were started to cut into his wrists the more he fought against his bonds. The Death Eaters formed a semicircle around Harry and Voldemort who was walking up closer to him. Harry's scar started to burn he screwed up his eyes as the pain grew. It stopped once it got to the point it had been in his 4th year in the graveyard. He pushed the pain from his thoughts enough to concentrate on what his captors were going to do.

"Now you are 17 if I am not mistaken is that right" Voldemort said. Harry nodded trying to figure out where he was going. "Well I've come up with a new torture session but I am giving you one last chance to tell me the prophesy and I will either give you a chance to run or I will kill you quickly. If you stick with 'I don't know' then I'll go through with many torture sessions. It's your choice."

'Now that's a choice! die slowly or die quickly' Harry thought sarcastically his choice was already made up this way he'd at least have a chance to be found 'plus I can handle all of the crucios and cutting spell and options he throws at me their bound o find me within the month' he told himself in his mind but in truth he wasn't sure. "I don't know about what the prophesy said Dumbledore didn't want to put much more on me at the time" he said with a strait face

"You know what we do with people to break them?" Voldemort asked "to get the information we want?" Harry shook his head no all the while getting a very bad feeling in his empty stomach. Having heard of some grotesque stories of before Voldemort fell the first time. "We first break them on the outside then on the inside then lastly mentally."

Harry gulped Voldemort flicked his wand and Harry felt air all over himself he looked down and saw he was no longer in any clothing at all .Harry blushed he didn't like being chained to the wall unable to cover himself. Unfortunately the uneasiness didn't end there with another flick of his wand Voldemort was bare as well. Then it hit him. Harry started to struggle against his chains to get away or to wake himself up. Either was quite nice.

Voldemort laughed coldly at Harry's reaction and flicked his wand again Harry felt the bonds let go. But rather than placing him on the floor Voldemort just flipped him so that his chest was against the wall rather than his back. The chains constricted themselves around Harry's wrist's and ankles again he started breathing heavily while whispering to himself "its going to be ok he's not going to do what your thinking he cant he won't" over and over again. He heard laughter behind him everyone was clearly listening to his conversation with himself.

Harry shuddered as he felt someone running a cold finger down his spine. And he yelled out in agony as his scar seared with even more. He figured it to be Voldemort be hind him, voldemort was the one pressing an erection on the inside of his thighs causing more pain from his scar... Harry kept whispering "this isn't happening your having a nightmare Voldemort's placing it in you mind to weaken you your going to wake up soon to Mrs.Weasleys frightened cries of 'its going to be ok" Voldemort laughed and whispered just loud enough for Harry to hear

"This Harry is real. And you will never see or hear the Weasleys again... unless I decide to torture one to hurt you." he added as an after thought.

"Please don't..." was all that harry could manage to say

"Don't worry Harry... It won't even hurt... I promise." He hissed in a bone chilling tone just before he plunged his entire erection into him. Harry screamed out in agony as Voldemort continued to pump into him more aggressively, each time he pulled out all the way and pushed himself back in completely so as to get more yells and screams from his victim. After what felt like an eternity to Harry Voldemort pushed himself in as far as possible and cummed inside of him. He then removed himself from Harry and walked away from the limp boy attached to the wall. Seconds later Harry felt a second plunge their hard member into him. Harry yelled as they started pumping him harder and faster and finally let the warm liquid free inside of him. Soon a third walked over and plunged themselves into him as if he were the common whore. A fourth person. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth. Tenth. He made it up to 17 before he, barely feeling a man pushing his hard member deeper and deeper inside of him. Heard "happy birthday pet" said in between bone chilling moans from the creature behind him, lost consciousness.

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Harry awoke and looked around. No one was there and he wasn't chained anymore. He grabbed his glasses and scuttled his sore and abused body into the closest corner. He rolled himself into the fetal position as memories flooded through him. "Harry potter must have been a dream cause that wouldn't happen to Harry he'd fight them off. Harry's not weak. I am weak no Harry potter is gone gone forever..."he whispered to himself but was cut off by someone entering the room. He pressed himself even farther into the corner

"Hello pet." said the cold cruel voice of Voldemort.

"No... no... no... please no more p...p...please d...don't. I hurt I sorry just no" he whimpered all the while wondering 'pet ...pet ...pet means that there must be a master I am pet who is master?'

"You will call me master. You are mine now" Voldemort said and laughed at the state the supposed hero was in. 'pet' looked up as the door opened again. In walked one of 'masters' friends."Ahh Bella" master said as said female started to laugh.

"What wrong with him?" Bella asked upon hearing his whimpering cries

"It appears that the emotional and physical strain became too much and so he shut out who he was. It seems that Harry potter has locked himself inside his own mind and thrown away the key." their laughter rang throughout the room causing the now pet to shrink farther into the corner and whisperer more fervently to himself.

Pet soon got used to a schedule. Everyday his master would come in every morning with a little bit of food. Then when he finished masters friends would come in and cast crucios and maybe some slashing charms, and bone breaking ones. They'd leave for lunch then return sometimes with whips and knives. They'd use what ever they brought down sometimes pore poisons and other such concoctions and broke some more bones. But he preferred all that to what happened when the sun went down. When the sky went black the men would rape him while some of the women cast different spells on him namely crucio. he didn't know how long he had been there he had lost count soon after 67.today though pet was really worried cause his master had told his friends that they needed to take it easy because pet had a long night ahead of him. So masters friends just cut him whipped him, and stuffed more painful potions down his throat. True to his word master arrived for him as soon as the sun went down. He flicked his wand and there was a leash and choker chain collar around his neck

"Come" was all his master said before turning around to the door. Pet quickly followed. They arrived in a large room. It had black furniture and fire place which had a crackling fire burning within it. There was a large king-size bed with all black sheets and blankets and mirrors on three sides master threw him on to the bed and then climbed in himself. He then conjured another mirror on the fourth side of the bed. Pet curled up in the fetal position in the corner and stared at his master with fear in his eyes

"Pet you and I are going to celebrate because you were declared dead this morning." he said with an evil smirk pet gasped. Master pulled off their clothes and tied pet spread eagled the bed with a pillow under his chin so he had no choice but to look in the mirrors. He saw a pale boy white as a ghost. With elbow length greasy and matted black hair he looked to be just skin and bone literally he had dozens of scabs, bruises, and cuts all over his body. His bright green eyes looked full of fear and pain. Pet realized that the boy in the mirror was him he looked at the bed and saw two pieces of parchment that had fallen out of his pocket and landed right next to his right hand. He just barely managed to grab 1 it was a picture of him and a red headed girl. Just looking at her made his stomach flip flop and tears to come to his eyes as he started to remember. He had dated her she had an older brother that was his friend he was dancing with her. She was in a pale gold dress looking stunning. Pet squeezed his eyes shut. 'Master' sat beside him on pets left. Pet never saw the knife nor felt it as it began carving into him because he was looking at the second picture. He saw 3 people a red headed boy and a bushy brown haired girl. A voice deep within his mind was yelling at him over the top of his masters words. And memories. There was a severe pain in his back and chest. His master managed a few more words and to put salt on his back and chest before pet screamed but not from the second pain and heard the mirrors shatter and a loud thud. His binds were broken along with all of the mirrors. Voldemort was in a heap against the wall across the room.

(Having remembered his name) Harry didn't know what too do at first but a voice in his head told him what he should to do. Harry grabbed his clothes and found his wand on the coffee table, and put the pictures and in his pocket. Harry ran from the room from the house. Where he was going he wasn't sure but apparently the voice in his head did. How far he had run he didn't know. It seemed that he was running for an eternity before he saw the door. He heard many footsteps behind him but he ignored them all as he kept running ignoring the million stitches in his side the extreme pain in his chest that got worse with every breath. He ran through the door and outside. He paused for a second looking around doing exactly what the voice said. Suddenly he felt as if he was being pushed through a very tight rubber tire.

Then he was on the muddy ground lying on his back as rain pounded the earth and him. It stung his many cuts and washed away the blood. "Get up" said the voice. He didn't want to. What was the point he wanted to lay there until he bled to death but something within him took over his achy and pain filled body. He stood up and began to run to the huge metal gates he turned sideways and slid in between two of the poles making up the gate.

Rain poured from the sky washing away more and more of his blood and seeping into his fresh cuts and sort of activating the salt making it burn worse as he ran all the way up to two great oak doors he pushed one open enough for him to squeeze through. he suddenly felt weak and fell to the floor he coughed several times and saw blood come up he knew he was slowly dieing he heard a lot of noise coming from a second set of large oak doors. He pushed himself up feeling all of his pain and found he was unable to ignore it. He went over to the second pair of large doors and again he pushed it open enough to squeeze through. He slowly staggered up to the front table nearly falling many times. He limped up to the stern looking woman with square spectacles. The giant room was silent all except for his shaky breaths and dragged footsteps and the drip of water and blood dripping from him. He felt hundreds of stares on him. Once he made it to the table where all of the stunned adults were. No one realized that a third liquid was falling from his eyes. He said in a very raspy voice. "I'm a… a… alive n… not d… dead." He swayed for a second before collapsing in a small puddle of his own blood.