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Just Let Me Die	By : prongsforever27 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 30277 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Eleven: He cried, she cried, we cried

The screens were empty leaving Harry alone in the cold, alone in the deafening silence. Four black walls staring back at him with red eyes.

"Why did you leave Harry? Why did you return to the darkness?" A voice whispered breaking the silence without interrupting the suffocating darkness.

"….I….I….I don't know"

"You prefer it here don't you, you prefer it here in the darkness with me touching you like this…" An invisible hand fondled his genitalia, encompassing his flesh and awakening nerve endings that were only meant for pleasure not the pain his attacker had manipulated from him.

"Please don't" a single tear slipped past his lower eyelid and trailed a familiar path down his cheekbone watched by an attentive Albus.

"Harry? Can you hear me?"

The worn and gentle voice of his headmaster echoed through his mind like a cascade of thoughts showering through his brain bringing pain and regret with each syllable, that no wishing or wanting could ever remove.

"Do you hear that Harry? The muggle loving fool is upset with you…you hid yourself back in your mind, so deep in your mind that you can only be heard and seen by me. And Harry you are all mine!" His tormenter continued his movements and had Harry's mouth lubricating his cock for entry before the headmasters next words reached Harry's subconscious thoughts.

"Harry please, I know you are there, come back to us, please…come back to us"

The headmasters sobs ran through him whilst Voldemort proceeded to enter into him and grope him in places hands had never wandered.

Harry cried.

Again, once again as he had done so many times since this nightmare started, he cried.

Cried for the torture, cried for the rape, cried for his friends, cried for his messed up life. He simply cried. Cried for the torture to end, and the hope that one day he may be free.

With little effort he turned towards the daylight and woke in bed with dark red curtains drawn and the candles lit. The ceiling above him was dark and held traces of damp that had built up over many years. The bed beneath him was soft, with pure white linen mixed in with luxurious red sheets. For a few moments he lay there confused. Memories of the torture that had taken place only moments before collided with the stagnant air of his surroundings outside of his mind.

"Harry?" He turned his head to his left to see his greying professor sitting by his side and a frail hand clasping his.

"Professor" His raspy unused voice replied.

"Harry my boy are you with us?"

"Yes sir, I think so"

"You've given us all such a fright. Do you feel able to move?"

"I…I think so." With small effort Harry sat up in the bed and Dumbledore rearranged the pillows behind him so he could sit up and rest. "Professor?"

"Yes Harry"

"How long have I been here?"

"You have been here for a month and a half."

"And where was I before that?"

Dumbledore paused, his blue eyes shining with worry over half-mooned spectacles surveying the young man that was currently drowning amidst the bed linen.

"Harry what is the last thing u remember? That is what is the last thing u remember after u were taken?"

Harry gazed into his mind ignoring the dark space where his demons laid. Torture. Rape. Tears. Frustration. And a face, a face so cruel, and pale; a face with no nose to speak of, and eyes as red as blood of its victims.

"I remember a room, I think it was a meeting of some kind...and a table with chains of some sort. And Voldemort he he...I'm sorry I can't, not right now" Harry turned to lie on his side wincing at the feel of tight unused muscles hindering his movements.

"Its ok Harry, you don't have to tell us anything right now just rest, I will go get madame pomphrey.

And the voice returned whispering up from the darkness.

"...and he leaves again...they always leave...you will always be in my grasp...you are forever MINE!"

"NO!" Please NO NO NO MORE!"

"You are mine forever in my grasp. No matter how far away you are I OWN YOU!"

Dumbledore arrived back with madame pomphrey to find Harry rocking back and forth muttering, back and forth tears streaming from wide frightened eyes, back and forth hands tightly grasped around ankles white knuckled nails digging in, back and forth like a swing, back and forth saliva dripping down his chin, dripping then pouring, fast then faster

"No more, no more, no more..."

They stood together in a state of shock tears flowing steadily down old and young cheeks.

"stupefy"

And the rocking stopped but the muttering continued. Mad eyes lay there unmoving, unseeing as the headmaster and the medi-witch approached the bed and she closed his eyelids before casting a medi-scan.

"Headmaster he's getting worse. Whatever hell he has gone through over the last few years…I don't think he will recover from it, and…Albus even if he does his mental state. He's borderline psychotic, leave him alone for a few minutes and his mental could change in an instant! You have to find another hope, leave him in the care of his friends and fight the war another way."

"We can't…"

"Why because of the prophecy? Albus you know as well as I do that prophecies are only valid if the person to which the prophecy is made about actively pursues its completion! Harry is in no fit state to do so, let it go! Continue down this path then you sign his death certificate! He's not the strong capable young boy that entered Hogwarts all those years ago despite the years of neglect and trauma at the hands of his relatives. Let him try to rebuild and reclaim the parts of his life that have been shredded to pieces by those who seek to use his power for their own purposes, and yes I am including you as part of that! Let him heal Albus, please, just let him heal."

"Okay."

And from the corner of Harry's eye a single tear slipped down his cheek and onto the bed sheets.

A/N: Ok short I know! But this means that I can now get onto the finalish part of the story and slowly push you all to the climax of the story which should hopefully be in a few chapters time…it depends on how this story writes itself out.
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