The Dark Beckons Chapter 4
A/N:
I know I'm repeating myself a bit, and I'm sorry to those who this doesn't apply to, but I'm a bit annoyed that some people don't get this: I will not put any sex scenes on this site. This one doesn't need any of those scenes, however, there will be some on a different site. So, for anyone who doesn't like slash or the pairing, no worries. The most will be kissing, which can be skipped. I DO NOT WANT MY ACCOUNT OR THIS FICTION TO BE DELETED, which is why I'm refusing to put that in there. Anyone who just wants to read smut with no plot, just leave. Every chapter is important, so don't skip it.
I'm sorry about not updating for a while. I am going through a depression right now, because my fiancé broke up with me. He lied about loving me and wanted a fwb instead of a relationship. He acted like everything was fine and that he loved me, but it was an act. I know its not much of an excuse, but forgive me.
I updated chapter 3 and deleted the old chapter, so give it a read please if you started before I updated (update was 12/23/2012).
Chapter Start: Saving You/ Draco's POV:
I drove as fast as I could to Spinners End, hoping I had time to heal him before I lost control and turned back to kill the filth that dared to touch what is MINE.
Luckily, there was no one to stop me, and I made it to Sev's house without a scratch on me.
"Draco, what in Salazar's name is going on?!" Snape asked, wide-eyed as he took in the broken body of Harry.
"Use a diagnostic spell and get your strongest healing potions! Now!" I yelled, the demon coming through.
Sev quickly ran to get the things I requested, and I took off Harry's clothes so it wouldn't interfere with what I was about to do, but I stopped when I saw what the filth had done to him. Scars marred the boy's body, the word Freak cut into his flesh at least ten times. Burns covered his body, not just from the pan. Pokers, probably. There were whip marks, bruises, and cuts all over.
"Holy shit…" Severus whispered as he came back, eyes fixed on the boy he tormented through the years. "I never knew… how could I not have seen the signs? I've helped so many, but the one who needs it most went untreated. I could have saved him."
"There's still time left, but not if you don't hurry the fuck up!" I snapped at him.
Harry whimpered at the sound.
"Don't hurt me." Harry whispered.
"I won't, love. Just keep looking into my eyes." I whispered, my attention fixed on him.
Severus whispered the diagnostic spell, and then almost lost it.
"Rape, Draco. He was raped."
My anger reached a level it had never been at, but I focused my magic on healing him.
"Don't worry, love. I've done this before, and it won't hurt a bit. Trust me." I said as he tried moving away from me, because he felt my anger.
Harry nodded weakly, and I began healing him. Burn healing charms, spells that got rid of scars, mild healing spells for the bruises, internal healing charms, spells that would heal his bones… every healing spell that I knew was used, and all were needed.
Harry had passed out again, but he would live.
… Voldemort's POV:
I knew something was horribly wrong. Draco's perfect Malfoy mask had slipped, and his magic was like an inferno. He also had forgotten to knock and barged in on me. He paused in the doorway as he stared at me. I couldn't blame him. Gone was the body I was forced into from the ritual, and in its place was my old looks at age 20.
"Draco, what in Salazar's name is going on?" I asked. I needed to hear this.
"My plans have changed. I need a lot more time than anticipated. Harry… he was raped. He'll have extreme trust issues, as well as be completely reluctant to have any sort of physical relationship with me. I need to prove to him that I'll protect him and I can be trusted before I try anything remotely romantic. I was hoping that his teenage hormones would make it easy to get him in my bed, but now I know it won't happen that quickly." Draco said, pausing to let me soak in the information.
I know I'm evil, sadistic, a monster, but I never would condone rape. Torture, yes, because Veritserum was way too expensive and annoying to make in mass quantities, and it relaxed me. Murder, yes. It's war. But RAPE? My followers would be tortured to insanity if they so much as touched a person sexually who wasn't willing to do anything like that.
"What's more… I think the Light knows. There's a Squib down the road who monitors Harry for Dumbledore. And I had to stun a couple wizards who were watching through a window. Unless you sent men out there, I think it was the Order." Draco almost lost control, and his glamours slipped completely. His body filled out and grew taller, became muscular, strong, and powerful. His eyes glowed and became blood red, his hair was as black as night, his skin cleared up and became tan. Black wings grew out of his back, pushing through his shirt and ripping it. Draco immediately took it off, and I sucked in a breath, my rage momentarily forgotten as I saw the perfection that Draco displayed. If he looked good before, he was flat-out the most beautiful thing that ever existed now. If his magic was powerful before, it was as strong as mine now. I looked away, and then I remembered what he said.
"We'll destroy them. The squib, the Dursleys, and the Order members." I said.
"Master? If I may suggest something…" Draco asked, his voice trailing off a bit, undoubtedly because he was afraid that suggesting something would be defying me.
"Go on."
"I think Harry could become a valuable asset on the Dark Side. Maybe we can use the Dursleys to help him along the path. I was already planning on telling him that Dumbledore knew everything, and that he would be sent back to the Dursleys if we stayed put. We'll be on the run and I'll show him what the Dark side really is like, rather than the lies he was fed, and teach him some spells. Once he trusts me, I'll ask him what he wants to happen to the Dursleys. Once he says that, I'll offer to do that to them, maybe use a compulsion to have him say yes, and then convince him to go along with me by telling him that Dumbledore will take him back to them unless we kill them. If they're dead, they can't do anything to him anymore. I think I can get him to participate. The Darker his magic is, the more draw he'll have to the Dark side, and the more hatred he'll have for the Light. Murder and torture will be the perfect way to help him fall." Draco explained.
I nodded. "Brilliant, Draco. Put that plan in action."
Draco nodded, relieved.
"If you'll excuse me, my Lord, Harry should be waking up soon. The potion should be wearing off, and he might need a couple pain relievers."
"One more thing. Other injuries?"
Draco passed me a list.
"You may leave." I said, focusing on it as I dismissed Draco.
The list was three pages. Broken bones, incorrectly healed, and in every area that could be broken without killing or paralyzing him. His bones and muscles were weak and fragile from malnutrition. He was cut with a knife all over, whipped with belts, burned with pokers, scarred, beaten with a bat, and raped multiple times, starting at age four. I grew angrier and angrier as I read on. Enemy or not, Potter was a child. He was supposed to be loved, honored, cherished, and instead was treated as if he was nothing but a punching bag and a slut. The Wizarding World cherished above all else family and children, and the Dark Side cherished them even more. It was the reason that I never tried taking on Hogwarts: too many would resist and be killed. The reason I wanted to become a teacher was so I could influence them and later on take Hogwarts with little bloodshed. Yes, I tried to kill Harry, but painlessly. The killing curse is probably the most humane way to go. And as a baby, he wouldn't be able to know what was happening. Of course, the plan backfired and I had about a 13 year setback. If I knew that Harry would have lived and been treated like this, I would have tried to mold him like I'm doing now. He wasn't really an enemy, just a pawn. And I would take that control from Dumbledore. Well, Draco would. I had full confidence in Draco, as odd as it might be. Potter's feelings toward him may be why, but I can handle that. It feels way too damn good to try and stop those feelings, and it killing either Potter or Draco would be very counter-productive. Once Potter is on my side, most of the Wizarding World would follow him.
"Harry, I have no idea how you haven't turned out just like me. We are more alike than you think… far more than I ever thought possible. For your sake, I hope you follow Draco to the Dark Side. This will never happen to you again if I have a say." Oddly enough, I meant it.