Chapter 1
Screams of pain, cries of agony, and shouts of murderer, haunting his dreams. Torment never ending, yet impossible to endure. The torture continues throughout the night, waiting for it's captive to finally break... Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived. Refused to give in.
Like a shadow slowly creeping, it descends each night and burrows into his mind. The tingling numbness settling swiftly, each sunset. The light side looking up to their hero, with respect and pride, that he alone was going to save them from they're nightmares, but who will save him.
Harry's soul was withering, from the abuse of his relitives, the pressures of the world. His heart seemed to be, becoming more blacker than night.
His manipulator, watched with glee, in the depths of the hero's own mind. Showing the right images, bring forth the right emotion. Needing the Savior to turn, to bend to his will, become his heir.
Harry...
Each night like a hiss was whispered.
You want to give in... you long to give in...
The words bringing forth a warm sort of soothing comfort.
Come join me Harry... I can make you great... just say the words...
No... you killed my parents... torture so many... Was the weak reply back even that small sentences showed his defenses were weakening.
Yet you enjoy it... all the images a share of Death Eaters and muggles being tortured... I feel your enjoyment as you watch... you long to be a caster of those spells do you not...
In his mind Harry new the voice to be true. He had enjoyed watching them suffer want them to feel one ounce of his pain, his torment.
Your parents do not care for you... just look at your dreams... trust them...
My dreams? They can't be true... my parents... they loved me.. they'd never call me a murderer...
Harry... Harry... they believe you murdered them... after all you did kill that boy... Cedric...
The voice continued to hiss accusations. Harry didn't want to believe. Slowly they sounded true that, everything truly was his fault. He felt wetness on his eyes. Knowing the voice to be true.
Little snake... now please don't cry... I know it hurts... but I can help you with the pain... you need to say the words though...
What about my friends... Dumbledore... Lupin... Sirius
They don't care about you... only I do... I alone can save... protect you...
All I've ever wanted was a famliy to be cared about and loved...
They hate you little one... think of all the times your friends turned they're backs on you... everything Dumbledore kept in the dark from you... I can be your family... just say those words...
You want to kill me... the prophecy... GO AWAY...
Now... now... my little serpent... Dumbledore told you a fake prophecy... I have the real one... he lied to you again...
No... you're the one who's lying... Harry was getting desprate now, it seemed like they're was a huge amount of pain devolping in his head the more he thought about everything, clouding his judgment.
Why would I lie Harry... the truth is so much more satisfying...
It hurts... why does it hurt so much...
That's the pain that they're making Harry... they do not wish you to know the truth...
They do...? Came Harry's meek reply... the Dark Lord knew he was breaking and smiled to himself... he'd be they're to pick up the pieces.
Harry just say those words... let me come and help you...
Would you really... would you save me...
Yes, little one say the words...
Harry was so tempted, the pain in his mind so much... I'll join you... it was then that the Savior of the wizarding world broke. Lord Voldermort couldnt have been happier... as his once worse enemy drifted off into a peaceful sleep...
"Malfoy." The Dark Lord ordered. "Go to where we have just resently found where Potter lives, bring him back her."
"Yes, Milord, with great pleasure." Malfoy repiled with malice hidden within his eyes.
"Oh, and Malfoy."
"Yes, sir."
"Crucio." Lord Voldermort hissed."The boy is not to be harmed in anyway is that clear." He removed the curse.
"Yes, Master, forgive me, for think such." Malfoy wheezed out.
"Go, and do not fail me."
Malfoy apparted straight to Private Drive. Then proceded to knock on the door. No one answered. The front door was opened he proceded with caution wand drawn. He krept up the stairs to a bedroom that was orderly.
"Muggles so filthy," he spat under his breath.
Then he caught a whimpering noise. He headed for it and found a door, with many different kinds of bolt locks on them.
"Alohorma." The locks each clicked unlocked, he slowly opened to the door, and was overwelhmed by the smell of blood, sex, and waste. When he looked at the source of the whimpering he saw Harry Potter, his eyes closed, shivering on a bare bloody matress.
Lucius Malfoy was shocked. Even the Dark Lord showed more mercy than this. He walked quietly to where the broken boy slept. Every inch of him was covered in a bruise or some sort of welt. He picked the boy up as gently as he could he had discovered his wand hidden under a loose floor board, grabbed that as well.
Then apparted straight to where his Lord and Master wait.
"Luicius, I clearly stated the boy was to not be harmed." Voldermort growled.
"It wasn't me, milord, I believe it was the muggles he was staying with."
Voldermort calmed down, but inside was seething. How dare they hurt the future heir of Lord Voldermort they will pay.
He took the boy from Malfoy and dismissed him. Then set to work taking care of his new charges injuries.
"How could anybody do such things to a child." The Dark Lord whispered after finding that he had been raped.
After he had healed most of the boys injuries, and he was resting peacefully, the Dark Lord whisper,"No one harms what is mine, the muggles shall pay." As he affectionatly brushed some hair out of his charges face.
Harry slept on... not knowing the torture his muggle relatives were soon to face.