Hello Everyone

I'm glad the last chapter was well received. I won't apologize for the cliffhanger. I've got to keep you coming back somehow. Ananas: I would never not give credit where credit is due. I love to experiment with writing styles, and when I see one I like I will give it a try. However I will always give credit to the writer I got it from. Anyway, this chapter will contain Harry's first meeting with the Dark Lord, as well as some of his… reeducation. The only warning I have for this chapter is… WARNING: This chapter will contain violent acts such as torture and rape. If you do not like it do NOT read. I don't know how else to put it. You have been warned.

I don't own Harry Potter.

Enjoy!

~Angelia Reader

Chapter Three: First Contact

Tom's POV

He was winning the war.

The Dark Lord sat behind his desk, reading over the reports from the last major battle.

The light's army had fallen right into their trap. They had been slaughtered. Towards the end he had seen his advisory. A long-haired warrior, fighting as if it was what he had been born to do. There was so much fire in his eyes. He would give anything to have the pleasure of extinguishing that fire. Lord Voldemort smiled grimly. All was going well.

He set aside his paperwork aside and stood, going over to the wall of windows that made up most of his office. The night was quiet, stars shone bright through the trees. The large, sloping lawn of the Malfoy Manor shone blue under the light of the full moon. The Dark Lord smiled again. He would be crushing the rebel army soon, and then he would truly be ruler of the wizarding world. He had taken control after the battle at Hogwarts, but the Order had begun its rebellion right after. Soon that will be the only world left. He vowed. He would eliminate the muggle populace and bring his people out of hiding.

There was a soft knock on the door, "Enter." He snapped, not turning from the window. Through the reflection on the window he could see two on his inner circle kneel in the center of the room, "Severus. Lucius. You had better have a good reason for interrupting me."

"We do my Lord,'" Lucius said. He kept his head bowed as the Dark Lord approached him. "We have captured a person of interest my Lord."

"And that is?" he asked coolly. They knew the consequences of presenting him wrong information.

"My Lord, if I may go get him?" He remained on his knees until the Dark Lord nodded.

"If you have displeased me Severus your death will be slow and painful."

Snape disappeared for a moment. Voldemort smiled slightly. He loved the fear in his eyes; it was just this side of erotic. When Snape returned, he came with a group of Death Eaters. They were surrounding a struggling hooded man. Two of them tried to hold him, but he broke free every time their hands touched him. Three of them rushed forward, half dragging half pushing him forward.

The Dark Lord smiled. Who could possibly be so bold as to fight like that?

They forced the man to his knees at his feet and Severus came forward. He looked brazenly at his master, "My Lord," he said as he ripped the hood from the prisoner.

His eyes widened slightly, "Harry Potter," he purred. A pleased smirk pulled at his lips, "The Boy Who Lived." He motioned for his Death Eaters to back away and they obeyed without hesitation. He circled slowly around the struggling younger man, "What brings you to my home?"

"Fuck you," he snarled. His hands were bound behind his back, his hair had come unbraided, hanging like long and heavy curtain around him.

The Dark Lord tsked and pulled his wand, "Crucio," He watched him writhe at his feet, but no sound came from his mouth. He released Harry after only a few seconds, "You would do best Mister Potter to remember where you are and who you're talking to."

Harry glared up at him, and tried to stand, "Fuck. You." He said slowly. His eyes held a spark of fire, defiant at his very core.

"Crucio." This time he let the curse hold for longer, until the Chosen One screamed in agony. "Language Mister Potter. I can keep this up all day." He waved his wand and chains wrapped around his throat and wrists, forcing him to remain on his knees. "Severus, wherever did you find such a prize?"

"He was sneaking into one of our camps. He seemed convinced that there was a Horcrux hidden in the camp," Snape said simply.

The Dark Lord nodded and looked over his prisoner, "Now what to do with you." He crouched down in front of him and his struggling increased. He lightly trailed his fingers down Harry's cheek, causing him to nearly scream in pain. "I don't suppose you'll give me any information willingly?" He said, obviously amused.

"Fuck off," Harry snarled.

"I thought you would say that." The Dark Lord stood, "Take him to the basement, get him undressed and prepared for interrogation." With that he waved his hand, dismissing his Death Eaters, "Oh and Severus, you will be rewarded handsomely for this."

"Thank you, my Lord," he said with a bow.

He watched as Harry was drug out fighting every step of the way. This is going to be fun…

Harry's POV

The stone was cold against his bare back. He strained once again against the magical chains that bound him upright to the wall to no avail. He had been taken him to one of the many cells that made up the bottom floor of the manor. It was nothing but cold stone with a small drain in the center. He didn't want to think what it was for. He could feel the wards around the room, suppressing his magic. Anger rolled off him in waves. He had trusted Snape. After what he had done, giving his life for their cause five years ago, Harry had thought him brave and noble. But he had lied, and there was no doubt Harry was about to pay dearly for it. He struggled again. He knew he was about to learn what true pain was. He had to escape. There was always a way.

The door opened slowly and Voldemort stepped inside followed by his inner circle. Harry stood stock still, his eyes locking with the Dark Lords. Remember your training… He made his face empty. There was no way he could give him the satisfaction of seeing his fear.

The Dark Lord paid him no mind as he casually striped off his robe, handing it to one of the masked figures standing by the door. His shoes came next, those he set by the door. He was dressed casually, in an old, over-washed pair of jeans and a black shirt. When he was ready he walked smoothly towards Harry.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk Harry?" he hissed. His red eyes danced as he surveyed the naked warrior in front of him.

Harry's jaw tightened and the Dark Lord grinned, "I was hoping you would say that." He reached up and took hold his pointer finger, pulling down sharply.

Pain made Harry's stomach lurch. He screamed despite himself, gritting his teeth as the finger was twisted painfully.

"You're sure you want to play this game little boy," he purred. "I can hurt you in more ways than you can imagine." He broke his middle finger as if to make his point.

"Go to hell," he panted when he was sure he wouldn't puke from the pain.

"Have it your way," he moved to a rack of muggle devices and picked up a small hammer. He moved with slow deliberateness, looking Harry in the eye as he shattered both of his kneecaps.

He screamed, his body arching against the chains. The Dark Lord moved again, breaking three ribs with the same deliberate movements he had used before. He waved his wand absently. The chains vanished, sending Harry crashing to the floor. He cried out, his stomach heaving as he emptied the contents of his stomach on the Dark Lords feet. The man tsked again, kicking Harry in the face and sending him sprawling. "Is this already too much for you Potter?" he taunted.

Harry did as was expected. He staggered to his feet, launching himself at Voldemort before he could put too much weight on his legs. The man moved out of the way, laughing when he fell with another cry of pain. He moved so that he was crouched over his enemy. He trailed a knife down his side, plunging it deep before he could move.

His scream was defining this time. Voldemort tore the knife from his body, sealing the gash before he could bleed out but leaving a scar, "Crucio!" He snarled. Pain made his body writhe. He clenched his eyes shut, vaguely aware of the sounds that were coming from his throat and the maniacal laughter from the Death Eaters. He lay there twitching slightly when the curse was lifted.

"Are you ready to talk Harry?" the Dark Lord hissed.

"Is… That all… you've got?" Harry gasped. He could hardly breathe past the pain in his ribs, but he wouldn't break. Not yet.

"Oh Harry, I have only just begun." He flicked his wand again and chains snaked around his wrists and ankles, pressing him spread eagle on his stomach to the icy stone. The bonds were tight; he couldn't move even an inch.

He felt the light press of metal to his back, above his waist. He screamed as two lines were carved there, their ends meeting to form a small "V." Even more painful was the liquid that was drizzled over the wound. He gritted his teeth until he was sure they would break. There was the shuffle of movement behind him, the sound of a zipper opening.

His eyes flew open, suddenly understanding, "No," he gasped, nearly pulling his arm from its socket as he fought against the chains.

"It seems I have your attention," the Dark Lord murmured, pressing himself against Harry, letting him understand what would come next if he didn't break. "Perhaps you're ready to talk?"

Harry didn't trust himself to speak; he simply glared at the wall.

"Very well Mister Potter," He shoved himself deep into his prisoner, making him squawk in pain. He didn't give him a chance to adjust to the feel of him; he simply set to work thrusting fast and hard in and out of him. His fingers twisted in his hair, pressing his face to the stone floor as he viciously took him.

Tears of pain and shame sprung to Harry's eyes. He struggled the best he could, but that only seemed to excite Voldemort more. It seemed to last an impossible amount of time, but it had likely been no more than a handful of minutes. Voldemort pulled roughly from the Chosen One, his seed dripping from between his legs. He straightened his clothes, his composure unruffled as he looked down at Harry. "I will be back. Use the time I give you to think about your future choices. And please remember Harry Potter," he sneered the name, "This is only a taste, a sample of what I will do to you if you do not talk when I return." Without another word he left, his Death Eaters trailing after him. The door locked, leaving Harry alone and in pain in the dark.

Snape's POV

"My Lord," Snape sat in the chair across from his desk, biting his lip. It had been difficult to watch Lily's son be tortured. Despite everything, he had deep feelings for the boy. He regretted his betraying him, but the letter had said it was of the upmost importance that Harry be captured.

"Yes Severus?" the Dark Lord had changed back into his usual slacks and button up shirt. He never dressed nice for torture, claiming getting blood out of clothes was a nightmare.

"Forgive me Sir, but I don't understand. Harry Potter will not break," he flinched at the sharp look he received, "Forgive me my Lord, I only meant that it will take an extreme amount of effort to break him. I know him. If he thought it was for the 'greater good' you could torture him for a hundred years and he would never crumble."

"Do you think I am a fool Severus?" Voldemort asked calmly.

"No my Lord."

"There is a reason that I have taken over the wizarding world. I know people. I know Mister Potter as well as you, and I'm telling you, he will break. It just takes the right pushing. I don't care what kind of information he has; I have all but won this war. I just need him beaten to the point where I can rebuild him. Harry Potter is the second most powerful wizard in existence; he will make a valuable asset. When the light sees their hero broken, how do you think they will react?" he didn't give Snape a chance to answer, "They will be crushed. They will lose their will to fight," he smiled grimly, "Take away a man's hope and he will do almost anything. I'm counting on that with Mister Potter."

Snape nodded, "But-"

"Severus, you're making me regret sparing your miserable life. Leave me or you will join our savior in the dungeons."

Snape nodded, and immediately left. He had to contact her anyway. She had to know that all is going according to plan.

Thank you for reading Everyone! I hope you don't hate me forever because of this chapter. I swear on my integrity as a writer that there will be love and romance and non-rape sex in this fanfic. I just have to get through the preliminary stuff first. If you don't like it, tell me in a constructive way. Please just hang with me if that chapter was bad. The next one will be a time skip of a few months.

~Angelia Reader