Title: Beyond Any Sight - The Truth

Warning: This is slash. Don't like. Don't read and don't flame. TR/HP LV/HP Mention of rape and abuse and well as sex.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places that you might recognize so don't sue me. I assume that you've heard this a million times on this site but it all belongs to corporations and J.K. Rowling and I have no hope to ever own Harry Potter.

Summary: The war has ended and when Harry returns home he catches his lover, the Dark Lord, in the embrace of Bellatrix, he flees before he learns the truth and what lays beyond any sight that he judged prematurely. Dark!Harry the Dark Lord and a bit of OCC-ness

Rating: M

AN: This first chapter can be read as a short fic. Some people seemed to like it that way. I personally would continue to read. :) But if you want tragic and heartbreaking just read the first two chapters and fav it :). Not to say that the rest of the story is all mushy or anything and not less angst ridden than this first two chapters, it's just easier to feel heartbroken with a sad ending instead of a cliff hanger. Happy Reading!

Chapter 1

He betrayed me. I thought I could trust him. I thought he cared about me. I thought that he loved me. I loved him. I was known around the world as the one that turned him human. I had gotten under his skin and into his heart where no one else had ever gone. Now I can't even stand to hear about him on the news. First he cheated on me and then he killed by best friend's father. No one would do that if they loved them, especially when they knew how important family was to them and how much love and happiness meant to them. I hate him.

It all started when I was coming home from a shopping trip with Draco, they always last a long time. Draco and I had been friends ever since I joined the Dark side in the war. I still don't regret that decision, even though it has cost me friends and given me pain. It has done the world loads of good, whether the Light side wants to recognize that or not.

I walked in the door to our bedrooms content, if not a little annoyed at being kept out so long, but when you're friends with Draco, shopping becomes a priority. As soon as I walked in the house I knew he was in the bedrooms, so I called out in Parseltongue because I knew how much he cherished our shared language, and I had been missing him since he had been away on a business trip the night before since we had just won the war.

"Tom! I'm home!" I yelled out, well as much as you can yell in Parseltongue. I received no answer so I went into the main room where our massive bed was and there I saw it. The Dark Lord laying on the bed half naked, making out with Bellatrix Lestrange. I was in complete shock. I just stood there. I hadn't imagined in a long while that he would ever do something…anything like cheating on me. I thought that insecurity was over a long time ago.

As my heart lay on the floor broken, Tom looked up. "Do you mind?" was all that came out of him. No surprised caught look, well really he's the Dark Lord, I'm quite positive he knew I was home, and no horrified stare. Not even a look that betrayed anything but annoyance and disinterest. Could he really cast me aside that easily? Could he just glare at me after everything and pretend that I meant nothing to him? Only someone completely heartless could do that. I thought that the Dark Lord had regained his heart when we started our relationship, odd though it was.

I couldn't say anything. I had to get out of there. I had to run. I couldn't stand to look at his face any longer, looking at me like a bug that he just wanted to squash under his shoe and fine shoes that they were, but I was the only one who knew that he hated wearing them and when we were alone, he would always take them off…

I don't want to remember anymore of that moment. It hurts too much. The next day just added onto the pain. Tom had been contacting me about twelve hours after the incident when I walked in on him and Bellatrix, but I after painfully listening to the first one, I couldn't stop myself, I ignored all the rest and holed up in Malfoy Manor inside the wards that I changed to prevent the Dark Lord from entering. I was actually surprised to learn that I could. I guess being as powerful as the new Lord of Britain had its advantages.

The next day the Lucius came back from the Ministry with a visitor. He said that someone from the Ministry had come to see me. I had assumed that since I was known as the partner to the Dark Lord, and I was so much more approachable than my red eyed ex-counterpart, they were here to talk political standings. I had become much more brilliant at it in the two years I had been with the Dark Lord. I had waved my wand, dressing in more expensive robes that I kept in my room at Malfoy Manor and swept down the elegant stairway and stepped into the parlor where the house elf had reported seating Lucius and the guest.

Voldemort turned from his position by the window and looked at me. I froze. I hadn't been paying attention to the auras from the room, too caught up in my pain, I should have known. I closed my eyes guarding against the pain, but Tom spoke before I could say anything.

"Harry-"

"No!" I got there first. "You don't get to say that name! You are nothing but the lowest scum. You just used me to get what you wanted and now you're throwing me away but still making sure that my allegiance won't slip. Well guess what? I never believed in you anyway! I was just playing you to get what I wanted!" I didn't know what I was saying anymore, I just knew that I had to get it all out.

"It's no wonder nobody ever loved you except for insane people. You are nothing but a murderer. I'm not even surprised that nobody loved you as a child! Who could love such a monster? You deserved everything that happened to you! You're a pathetic old man that everybody loathes. They only care about you because you have power, just like I do, and now the war is won you're nothing to me. How could you ever think that anybody could ever care for you? I should've destroyed the parts of your soul when I had the chance and believe me I will now if I ever have the opportunity!"

Throughout my speech Tom's eyes had grown pained then cold and then finally blank as he waited for me to finish speaking, and I did get my last words in. "I hate you, you pathetic excuse for a man." When I was finished, he finally spoke, and he did so with a controlled emotionless voice. I couldn't even really sense his aura. It was like he had hidden himself away from the world.

"I guess my coming here to explain to you was futile, seeing you already know what happened."

"I suppose so," I replied coldly. But the next moment surprised me. I don't know what the Dark Lord was feeling, as his aura was no longer there and our mind link seemed to have been closed, but I could tell that he wasn't expecting what happened next. Lucius laughed. He just laughed, in the Dark Lord's presence too and it seemed that he was even laughing at Voldemort. Then he looked right at Voldemort.

"It was me. I did it. How does it feel?" and as Voldemort looked into Lucius's eyes, I could tell he was doing Legilimancy. Suddenly Voldemort whipped out his wand and spoke the words clearly. I, being in too much of a shock to do anything just stood there. I regret it now.

"Avada Kedavra."

All too late I shouted, "NO!", but it was a lost cause. The body of Lucius Malfoy rose and then slumped against the wall. I started firing hexes at Voldemort not caring about anything else but hurting him and making him suffer. The Dark Lord threw up a powerful shield.

"You don't understand. Stop before you make a big mistake."

"The only mistake I ever made was thinking that you were human and that you actually had a heart. I know now that you are a soulless demon and I would even use you to mop the floors with. You should have died at that orphanage where you belong!" At that moment I knew I had gone too far, but I couldn't take the words back and I didn't want to, but I did falter for a moment and that gave him enough time to dissaparate to wherever he felt like going at that moment. I screamed in rage.

….

It had been a year since that day and it still hurts. Right after that incident I located Draco and after much mourning we provided an elegant and Malfoy-worthy funeral for the late Lucius. We buried him next to his dead wife Narcissa. A few days after that Draco decided to marry a beautiful Bulgarian witch to help him carry on the Malfoy line. I stayed for their wedding but then left soon after to travel abroad. To the public my excuses were just that I had personal business to take care of and the Dark Lord would be taking over completely for a few months.

I wandered the world, dealing with the pain that was heavy in my heart. I had come into an understanding with myself. The news I heard from wizarding Britain was better than I thought it would be. To everyone's surprise the new laws that were being put into effect was what the Dark had promised, just not the preconceptions. People were learning to be more tolerant. What nagged at me though, was that Voldemort was hardly ever seen in public, and when he was many people reported how horrible he looked under his façade. People had begun speculating if running the Empire was too much for him. Of course Lord Voldemort had put a stop to it immediately only saying that it was his personal life that was giving him a hard time and then made some jokes about random subjects that had people at his feet with his charisma. There were no more threats to the Dark cause for the time being and everything seemed more peaceful and smoother working than it had been in centuries.

I decided to go back. Britain was my home and I wouldn't let Voldemort push me away, so that evening I returned from my most recent trip to the states. I went to my apartment that I had bought above a snake shop. I had thought it interesting to live there talking with the snakes occasionally. I always went to that apartment when I wanted to be alone. Tom never could get in there. As soon as I had walked in the door I saw a huge pile of stuff in the living room. I walked over and I saw that it was all my belongings from the Dark Lord's house, all of the clothes and little personal belongings that had made it our room. Not the Dark Lord and Harry Potter's room, just our room.

It took me a day before I found out where Draco was living and visited with him. He was doing well and has his firstborn on the way. He seemed content with life and his eyes brightened with happiness and disbelief when he had seen me, but there was also a small bit of disapproval. When I inquired, all he said was to look through the stuff that the Dark Lord had returned to me. So reluctantly, the next day I decided to go through the stuff and see if I wanted to keep any of it.

The first thing I found brought back so many memories. It was my favorite scarf. I remember wearing it the first day we went out on an actual date after he had bought it for me when I saw it through a window. I remember how he grabbed it and brought me into him for a kiss. I remember having slept with it some nights when he was away on business with other countries that I didn't care about or balls that were to insignificant for me but necessary to the cause. I remember giving it to him one time to wear when he looked cold.

Then I found the first book about the Dark Arts I had ever read, my collection of newspaper clippings, my photo albums of my parents, my snake was even sleeping in a corner of the box. When she opened her eyes she just looked at me and closed them again, not bothering with me or my coaxing. I eventually gave up. How could I have forgotten the enchanted snake Tom had gotten me at the wizarding carnival?

The memories went on and on with the objects until I found the diary. The diary that Tom and I had used to write to each other about our feelings, when we couldn't say them. When we had those moments that were so hard to talk about we just wrote back and forth with the magical diaries instead. Talking a deep breath, I opened to the last page with writing on it. It was dated a day ago.

My love,

Today I found out that you have returned. I guess that means a reasonable chance that you will find this in the belongings that I had sent back to you a month ago when I could part with them. That was when I finally accepted that you were never coming back, that you had never loved me in the first place. I loathe making myself vulnerable. I haven't since you. You destroyed me. I'm no longer Tom, so if you ever want an alliance again you will have to talk to either the Dark Lord or , the Minister of Magic. I will not flatter myself and think that you will not either burn this when you set eyes on it or even start reading this. I thought I was safe pouring my heart out to this diary, but I guess it's all written there for you to see and a selfish part of me wants you to read it and realize what really happened. But then would you be happy? I don't think so. Then you would see me as weak. But I can't erase the past so I won't. At least here will be the last part left of the Tom I was. The only place I can be Tom. I have forgotten I was actually writing an entry to the real you. Forgive me I will stop rambling. Just know that this is the only place where nothing can be written untruthfully as the enchantment on the book states. But then again you already knew that perfectly just like you knew there was a truth spell on the room that day. You felt it. Just know that I have given up so let it burn. Let the words that curse my soul burn.

Yours,

Tom

I stared at the page. I felt sick. I couldn't do this. This just messed with my head further. I didn't understand and I don't know what he wants.

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Hey new story. Hope you like. I haven't abandoned Crackling Green. I have a new chapter to post soon and I'll definitely be working on that more over the summer. I'll update this story probably once every week since I already have most of it already written. Thanks for reading!