Okay, so this is my first fic where there is rape, so please give me advice. Also, this is my first Trarry fic, so again, give me advice, flames, whatever you'd like. Anything and everything is welcome! Oh, thanks to my beta for helping me with this and hopefully later chapters! You're wonderful SerpentPoison! This fic has a slightly OC Voldemort, and pretty much all the Death Eaters. I do not own any of the characters, just the plot.

Key:

Bold- memories

'words'- thoughts

"words"- spoken out loud

Italics- parseltongue

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Slide. Click. Slide. Click. Harry tensed as the last of the locks were unlocked and the heavy door slowly creaked open. Vernon stepped into the room and softly closed the door so as to not wake Petunia in the room next door.

"I'm very angry, Freak. You made some noise while we had guests this evening. Didn't I say not to make any noise? You've disobeyed me, Freak. Are you ready to be punished?"

Harry closed his eyes as Vernon spoke, too afraid for what was gong to happen. He heard Vernon take off his belt and felt his uncle roughly grab his hands.

Whimpering, Harry knew he was going to be beaten. However, he was powerless to stop Vernon as his hands were tied to the metal headboard. Vernon gruffly laughed as he opened the bed side table drawer and brought out a knife. Setting it on top of the table, he pulled off his pants and boxers, already stiff from anticipation.

Chuckling, Vernon saw Harry flinch as the knife flicked open. "One more year at that bloody school and then you're mine." Vernon whispered into Harry's ear, then started carving the letter 'F' into Harry's already bruised and scarred chest. Harry felt tears prick the corners of his eyes but didn't make a sound. Harry knew that if he did, Vernon would do worse. Lifting the blade, Vernon licked the blood first of the sharp object then off Harry's mauled skin, his cock twitching. It continued like this as Vernon carved more letters. 'R'. 'E'. 'A'.

As Vernon started with the 'K', he glanced up at Harry and smirked; Harry's eyes were squeezed shut with tears streaming down the sides of his face. Finishing the 'K', Vernon turned to the side table again and brought out a gag as well as replacing the knife. Harry's eyes snapped open as he felt the gag tied to his face. Vernon never gagged him before. Vernon made sure the gag was tight, glanced up, and saw Harry's fear filled eyes. Vernon cocked a brow and roughly grabbed Harry's hips and flipping Harry so that he was on his knees with his arms still tied to the headboard. Keeping his hands on Harry's hips, Vernon positioned himself just as Harry figured out what he was doing. Harry's scream was muffled as Vernon slammed into him, tearing his hole. It took four more thrusts for Vernon to come, his seed leaking out of Harry as he pulled out. Grabbing the knife once again, Vernon quickly carved in a word.

"Since it seems fitting." Vernon whispered darkly.

Replacing everything from the bed side table back to their places, Vernon pulled his pants up, keeping the belt around Harry's hands, and as quietly as he came in, Vernon left Harry.

Harry dropped his head on the pillow, sweat and tears dripping from his face as blood glistened in the shape of a word on his back; whore.

Panting, Snape left Harry's mind. "Did that happen often?" Snape whispered to the shivering Harry sitting across from him in his private chambers.

"That was the first time." Harry admitted after a slight hesitation.

"Does anyone else know?" Snape questioned.

"A lot of people know." Harry laughed out bitterly.

Snape, furious, nearly shouted in anger. He knew that would just scare the boy so instead he settled for, "Who?"

Harry sighed again, but decided that if he didn't list the people who knew, Snape would just look into his mind for the answers. "Dumbledore, Ron, Sirius, though he's dead now. Madam Pomphry" Harry added. "You." Harry smiled again. "For all I know, even Voldemort himself knows. We share the same mind after all."

Snape doubted that Voldemort knew this, but kept that to himself.

"I think Fred, George, Luna, Neville, and Hermione guessed." Harry added after a slight pause from thinking. "They wouldn't have been able to help though; Dumbledore forbade them to."

Snape slowly got up, his face carefully blank, and walked to his cabinet of potions. Opening a door with his left hand, he reached in with his right and snatched a bottle of dreamless sleep potion before closing the cabinet door again. He silently held out the potion to Harry- Snape couldn't bring himself to call him Potter or Boy any longer- and gave him a look that just said to take it without question. "You'll sleep here tonight." was all he said.

Resigned, Harry calmly got to his feet and took the bottle before nodding to his professor.

Snape directed Harry into his guest bedroom, showed him where the restroom was, gave Harry one more meaningful glance, then with a swish of his black cape, Snape headed to his fireplace and grabbed a pinch of floo powder. "Headmaster's office." he shouted as he threw the powder onto the fireplace floor. He left with a flourish of green flames.

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"Dobby." Harry called out softly when he was sure Snape was gone.

With a crack, said house elf stood before Harry. "Master Harry?" was all he asked.

"Could you get all my things from my dorm room and bring them here please?" Harry questioned.

"Yes, Master Harry." with another crack, Dobby was gone.

Harry turned and headed toward the bathroom. Grabbing a small green hand towel, Harry wet it and put some soap on it before washing his face. As he was patting his face dry with a different hand towel (also green), he heard a crack from the bedroom and went back, thanking Dobby as he got his toothbrush and pajamas. Dobby smiled and nodded, then left for good.

After Harry changed and brushed his teeth, he crawled into the bed, pulled the Slytherin green and silver comforter and uncorked the bottle of dreamless sleep potion. Grimacing slightly, Harry swallowed the slightly thick liquid in one gulp and placed the bottle on the bed side table. Lying his head down, Harry quickly fell into a restful sleep.

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"Headmaster, how could you know all that happened to that boy and yet still want him there?" Snape nearly screamed for the umpteenth time that night.

As I said before; he is safe there. Voldemort could never get in, not with the blood words protecting the place."

"But Voldemort now shares his blood. He is as safe there as he is in Voldemort's own lair!"

"Nonsense. Harry is safe. Lemon Drop?"

Snape knew it was hopeless. Turning with a flick of his cape, Snape apperated just outside of Hogwarts' wards before apperating again to Malfoy Manor.

"Severus; what are you doing here this late at night?" Narcissa asked as Snape nearly burst down the door.

"Where is the Dark Lord?" he asked instead of answering her question.

"In the great hall. What is this about?"

"Potter." he said simply as he walked to the nearby fireplace and, grabbing some floo powder, shouted Malfoy Manor, Great Hall."

"Severus. How nice to see you. To what do I owe you such a pleasure?" Voldemort asked.

"You need to get him away from Hogwarts."

Voldemort cocked an eyebrow in question.

Severus opened his mouth but the words seemed to stick in this throat. "I can't even begin to tell you. It's horrible; just… Just look at my memories."

Pausing, Voldemort slowly stood from his seat and walked towards Snape. 'It must be truly terrible if Severus wants me to look at his memories.' The Dark Lord thought as he placed his hands on either side of Severus' face and closed his eyes.

Harry's scream was muffled as Vernon slammed into him, tearing his hole. It took four more thrusts for Vernon to come, his seed leaking out of Harry as he pulled out. Grabbing the knife once again, Vernon quickly carved in a word. "Since it seems fitting." Vernon whispered darkly. Replacing everything from the bed side table back to their places, Vernon pulled his pants up, keeping the belt around Harry's hands, and as quietly as he came in, Vernon left Harry. Harry dropped his head on the pillow, sweat and tears dripping from his face as blood glistened in the shape of a word on his back; whore.

Shit. Voldemort hissed in parseltongue. 'No one deserves that type of treatment.' "How long have you known?" He asked, not saying what he had thought as his eyes flickering with kept up rage.

"Just today, My Lord. I also asked Dumbledore just to be sure. He doesn't care, My Lord. It's as if he is fattening up a pig for dinner or ordering the death of a sacrificial lamb." Severus informed in a dazed voice.

"Where is the boy now?" Voldemort questioned as he turned to get two glasses of fire whiskey.

"My private quarters, My Lord." Snape informed with a dazed and questioning look.

"Good." Voldemort handed Severus one of the two drinks and threw his own drink down, wincing as it burned down his throat before setting the glass on the table.

Snape watched as the Dark Lord calmly walked to the fireplace, grabbed a pinch of floo powder and shouted, "Snape's private quarters, Hogwarts."

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Voldemort ducked out of the fire place and started for the bedroom he was guessing the boy- Harry, he corrected- was in and turned the door knob. Sure enough, Harry was curled up into a tight ball under the covers, sound asleep. Voldemort softly stepped up to the side of the bed and watched Harry sleep before glancing around for this things. Seeing that all of Harry's possessions were at the foot of the bed, Voldemort took out his wand and shrunk all but the bird cage. Glancing behind him, he picked up the cage and opened the door. The bird seemed to understand what was happening because it stepped onto his outstretched arm. With his free hand, Voldemort opened the window and looked at the snow white owl. "Please head to the Malfoy manor. Your Master will soon be there." The bird hooted softly in answers before spreading it's wings and taking off.

'I'll have to remember to ask Harry what sex the bird is.' Voldemort thought to himself as he shrunk the cage and placing it, as well as all of Harry's other stuff into his robe pocket. Walking up to the bed once more, Voldemort lifted Harry and the blanket up into his arms and glided into the sitting room so as not to jostle Harry. Stepping into the fire place, he balanced Harry in his arms and snatched a little bit of the floo powder, saying, "Malfoy Manor." Just as he was being consumed by green flames, Snape's private quarter's door was blown off it's hinges and an enraged Dumbledore came crashing in. The last think he heard was Dumbledore's scream of outrage as he was taken away.

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So? How was it? I will be getting the next chapter up shortly so please be patient! Oh, and anyone who comments gets a tasty treat- they pick! Thanks for reading! Sorry it's kinda short. I hope to get a longer chapter next time!

~RosesAreForever