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  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Hermione_Granger, Ron_Weasley, Severus_Snape, Vernon_Dursley, Harry
      Potter, Tom_Riddle, Voldemort
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      Published: 2006-06-05 Completed: 2006-09-06 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 3822
****** Broken Angel ******
by Black_Rose_of_Death [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Harry lets his mask shatter... And people do not act as expected...
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
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***** Suspect Nothing *****
Author's Notes:
Disclaime Me: Don't own Harry Potter, so you no sue.
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Can't you see what you're all doing to me? Why can't you all just leave me
alone like I want to be? I see how you all look at me when you think I'm not
looking.
Please, just leave me to drown in this dark abyss I've created for myself. I
wish that Voldemort had killed me as a child, then I wouldn't have to deal with
everyone elses bullshit.
All of you like watching me suffer don't you? Whenever I do something wrong you
always have to point it out to everyone don't you?Lets all blame Potter
whenever we screw up because he won't care. What am I to all of you?
Lets all just use Potter as a weapon shall we? Pretend he's just that... a
weapon, not a human, a weapon. I guess I don't have any feelings at all, is
that it?
I don't know who I'm mad at more... All of you? Or myself? You did after all
push me into this self-destructive path, but I am the one who chose to remain
ignorant of the path all of you were pushing me to. None of you care about my
losses, my sacrifices... So why do you expect me to care about yours?
All of you still think I'm the same... It's pitiful really, after all you put
me through you expect me to be the same. I'm just another two-faced clown like
the rest of you. Didn't you notice? I'm just like the rest of you hiding behind
a mask. What would you do if you saw the broken boy behind it? Did you know the
hope you seem to think I have has worn out? Did you know my trust for people
has as well?
If I don't get up to fight this war for you what will you do? Will you suddenly
turn against me? I bet you would, wouldn't you? Like I said before my hope and
trust in people has hit rock bottom. To be truthfully honest, I don't give what
happens to any of you.
I don't know what I'm going to do? I can feel my mask cracking... It has been
cracking for some time now. I think I'm getting ready to break under all this
pressure... There is only one question I have yet to ask all of you... What
will you do when you see the true me after the mask shatters?
I guess we will just have wait and find out won't we? I'm done playing charades
with everyone... Lets see what you do about the real Harry Potter... The broken
Harry Potter...
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(Time/Scene Change)
I have been back at school for a month now... I'm showing the true me... but
everyone seems to be turning a blind eye. They just sit there and go on around
me like they always do... not even bothering to help... That's what really gets
me torn up inside, when they just look away without bothering to help, hoping
that this phase I'm going through won't last. They seem to think I'm just tore
up over "the death"... I've been tore up for awhile now, but they just assume
that it's because of Sirius dying, they never stop to consider that what I'm
going through is not just a phase... They never consider that this is the real
me... Pathetic really... I don't know how they expect to win a war when they
are acting like headless chickens. They are really starting to grate on my
nerves...
It's not Voldemort and his followers that are making this way... It's the so-
called "Light" with their expectations of me, pushing me until I hit rick
bottom... turning on me whenever they do something wrong, or when I don't do
something that fits their image of a hero. They are always pointing out my
flaws... I wonder what would happen if I pointed out their flaws to them, or if
I went against their ideas?
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(Time/Scene Change)
Harry lay in his bed crying and bleeding from the wound... He had been at
Hogwarts for four months now...
He still couldn't believe what had just happened to him... How that man could
just do that to him. The man he thought of as a mentor...
And it was all just because he wasn't living up to the "Light" sides ideas of
what he should be... To show him his true worth...
It was Christmas time and everyone was with their families, but Harry couldn't
go to the Weasley's because Dumbledore said it wouldn't be safe outside the
castle, and that Harry would just put the Weasley's in danger... So Harry was
the only on left in Gryffindor Tower...
The man had just come in to talk... that was it, just to talk...
Harry cried even harder as he remembered what happened just moments ago...
He had come in eyes baby blue eyes cold and hard... with a sick twisted
grandfather smile on his face...
"Hello, Harry" Dumbledore said coldly.
"Headmaster..." Harry replied, catious because of Dumbledore's attitude.
"You need to be taught a lesson, Harry." Dumbledore smiled a cruel smile.
The next thing Harry knew, he was hit with a spell that paralyzed his body.
"You see, Harry, you need to be taught your true worth, and what will happen if
you don't do or follow as I say." Dumbledore spat with malice lacing his voice.
And before Harry knew what was happening, the Headmaster was taking off his
clothes and Harry's.
"You need to be taught a lesson Harry." And flipped Harry over on his stomach.
Harry felt tears falling down his face as Dumbledore positioned himself for
entrance and thrust into him so hard his flesh grazed open and started
bleeding. Harry felt even more tears flowing down his face because of the pain
and humiliation he was being subjected to... He just wanted to die... But
nothing ever goes Harry fucking Potter's way... Dumbledore gave one last
malicious thrust and jerked himself out of Harry.
"Don't forget your true worth, Harry, or your obligation again, otherwise, next
time will be much worse." Dumbledore pronounced coldly as he left.
After that incident Harry returned to wearing a mask... Unfortunately,
Dumbledore seemed to have liked what had happened that night and decided to
start teaching him "Defence" lessons in his office from that day forward... So,
in other words no one suspected a thing about what was really going on...
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ATTENTION!!! Okay, people just to let you know I'm going back over my stories
to edit them. Thank you, for your patience.
***** Broken and Falling To the Floor *****
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter universe...
A/N: Like I said at the end of the last chapter I'm going over all of my
stories and editing them.....
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Harry watched in morbid facination as the blood flowed down his arm freely. He
knew he should stop... But he couldn't help himself. The pleasure of actually
being able to feel was irresitable, the pain mingling with pleasure just set
him on edge.
The fools that called theirselves his friends were still oblivious to anything
of what he was truly like. He was in fact, sick of it. He couldn't stand their
stupidity... Or, were they merely turning a blind eye? Harry shrugged, he
didn't know, he didn't care. It was simply beyond him to care at this point, he
had crossed that line a long time ago.
He knew he was in far too deep to pull himself out of this place he liked to
call him. He is just so lost in himself now, that he can't find where the true
him really lies... He had lied to himself and everyone else with illusions for
so long, that he himself forgot what was real and what wasn't. And that
included himself.
Harry could see clearly now that he was walking on the brinks edge of self-
destruction. What he doesn't know is what it is exactly he's going to do about
it, if anything. He was simply too tired and worn out to care really.
Harry snorted to himself softly. What fools they were, that they didn't notice
how they were slowly killing him inside.
They still didn't suspect a thing of what Dumbledore was truly doing to him in
those "Defence Lessons".
Harry in truth, didn't really care about defeating Voldemort anymore. He had
been betrayed enough by the people that call themselves the "Light Side" that
he couldn't find it in him to care if any of them died or not.
He was tired of the facade everyone had on when he was around. Of course they
thought he didn't notice, but he was if anything, far from stupid. He had
noticed those 'looks' they gave him when they thought he wasn't looking.
Looking at him like he was a freak or a piece of vermin. Those looks they gave
him always made him wish he could shed his skin and regrow a second skin. He
always somehow felt dirty when they gave him the looks. But, a few minutes
later he would soon work himself into a homicidal rage to kill all the bastards
for actually looking at him that way. Him! The person they call their "Savior"!
Harry sighed. He wasn't completely sure which rage that he carried around in
him was worse, the suicidal rage or the homicidal rage? All he knew was that,
one more push in the right direction, and one of them would come out and show
itself.
Harry stiffened as he heard the boys awaken in the next room, and quickly cast
a cleansing charm on the bathroom floor and his arm. But, for now he was going
have to keep up his front in front of everyone...
And with that final thought, Harry left the bathroom to get a start on a new
day with more facades and another piece of his mask falling to the floor....
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(Time/Scene Change)
Lord Voldemort sat on his throne surrounded by his Death Eaters eagerly
anticipating the arrival of one, Harry James Potter.
Apparently, Lord Voldemort had found out about Severus Snape being a spy and
had confronted him with a option. Either he prove himself by capturing Harry
Potter or he die a traitor. Severus Snape of course chose to capture Harry
Potter. He is a Slytherin after all, and Slytherins are survivors.
Voldemort also wasn't stupid enough to let Snape go back alone so he had Lucius
Malfoy go to the school in disguise to keep an eye on him. No one knew this
though, not even Snape.
And now, he and his Death Eaters were all eagerly awaiting their arrival. It
didn't take long because the doors banged open almost immediatly with the
prize.
There in the doorway was Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy flanking a bound Harry
Potter in between them as they approached him. All the Death Eaters immediatly
parted to allow them to pass through. Once they got to him they threw Harry
Potter to his knees before him.
Voldemort studied his young nemesis. The boy looked frail and thin like he
hasn't eaten or slept for weeks. The boy wasn't even struggling against the
bonds that held him. He was just sitting on his knees staring at the floor.
Voldemort wondered what was wrong with the boy who had, so many times before,
fought him with fire and life. And as if sensing his intense gaze Harry looked
up into ruby red eyes. Voldemort was somewhat suprised at what he saw.
Harry's face had a gaunt, haunted look on it. His eyes had taken on a pained
lifeless gaze, there was no fire or spark of life or hope in them at all.
Voldemort glanced briefly to the Death Eaters, they as well, had noticed the
changes of Harry.
Harry Potter was broken...
Harry looked back at the ground he didn't like the way they were looking at
him. He wished they would stop.
Why won't they stop looking at me? Please, stop looking at me! Where is my
dagger?! I need my dagger! They won't stop looking at me!' Harry thought to
himself starting to hyperventilate as he thought the same things over and over
again.
Voldemort and his Death Eaters just watched shocked as Harry started shaking
and hyperventilating. And before anyone could do anything about it Harry Potter
passed out on the cold stone floor....
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***** Fabrications *****
Disclaime Me: You wish...
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Voldemort sighed and rubbed his face with both hands as he sat contemplating
his apathetic captive, that now resided in the Dungeons. The boy was bloody
infuriating! All the other times they had met Potter always fought him with
passion, and this time he just sat there on the floor with his shoulders
slumped, not looking the least bit defiant like the good hero he was should.
Voldemort sighed again in irritation and threw himself onto his bed. He really
needed to stop with this train of thought, he was only running in circles. But
he couldn't help thinking about Potter's reaction. The boy had never panicked
like that in front of him before. Yes, he showed fear through his eyes, but
never had the boy hyperventilated in front of him or shook so uncontrolably
before. So, why did he do it this time?
Voldemort frowned and closed his eyes. He would think about the boy tomorrow,
but for now he was going to get some rest. Heavens knows thinking about the boy
exausted him.
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(Time/Scene Change)
Harry lay on the bunk that resided in the cell he was in now.
Why hasn't Voldemort killed me yet? What is he waiting for?' These thoughts had
been running along through Harry's mind since he awoke from his "incident".
Harry sighed. He hoped Voldemort would get a move on it and kill him already,
then he wouldn't have to fell the pressure of all the emotions running around
inside of him.
'I wonder if life is a nightmare and death is waking up?' Harry thought to
himself silently.
It was no use thinking about things, they all just ran around in circles. Harry
sighed, hopefully, Voldemort would put him out of his miserable existance
tomorrow. He really shouldn't get his hopes up though, seeing how hope has
always abandoned him to fend for himself.
And with that Harry let exaustion take over...
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(Time/Scene Change)
Voldemort dried himself off after his relaxing shower. He was going to get some
breakfast and go see his captive.
He had finally decided not to kill the boy, yet. He was curious as to why the
boy was acting the way he was. Did the "Light" have something to do with way
Potter was now?
Voldemort finished putting on his clothes and headed down to breakfast. He was
going to have a nice meal, and then he was going go see his captive, and get to
the bottom of the mystery that was, Harry James Potter. And with that thought,
he headed to the Dining Room.
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(Time/Scene Change)
Harry groaned he hadn't gotten barely any sleep last night. He had another
nightmare of Sirius in the room at the Department of Mysteries and Sirius was
telling Harry how it was all his fault that he was now dead.
Harry sighed and wiped the tears that were now falling down his cheeks in
frustration. He hadn't heard the cell door open until a person cleared their
voice to gain his attention. Harry's head shot up and he found himself looking
at Voldemort for the second time in two days.
"Are you here to kill me?" Harry asked emotionlessly, looking into fathomless
red eyes.
"No, I am here because I want to know about your little... episode, yeterday."
Voldemort stated looking at him with an expressionless mask.
Harry didn't say anything. After all, how could you tell Lord Voldemort that
you passed out because you didn't have your dagger with you to release the
feeling of all those eyes on you?
Harry sighed and worked up his courage."I... passed out because I didn't have
my dagger."
Voldemort blinked a couple times before relization came into his eyes and he
looked down at Harry's covered arm and then back at his face.
"Why would you think about cutting after just being captured?"
"Because of the way you were all staring at me, I don't like it when people
stare at me." Harry stated in a small voice, looking down at the ground
ashamed.
Voldemort, in truth, didn't know what to say so he just settled for gazing
intently at the top of the boy's head.
"Why do you cut yourself, Potter?"
"Because it releases all the pressure of stress and feelings." Harry replied,
letting no emotion show through his voice.
"What would the Boy-Who-Lived know about pressure?" Voldemort sneered.
Harry looked up at Voldemort shaply eyes flashing in anger and face etched like
ice.
"That's just it Voldemort," Harry spat," I'm Harry James Potter, not the Boy-
Who-Lived. The-Boy-Who-Lived, is nothing but a fabrication you and the rest of
the Wizarding World made up to hide my true face. The-Boy-Who-Lived, is a
person the Wizarding World made up in their time of need, a person that stands
for the "Light Side" and has no flaws or isn't allowed to have flaws. Harry
James Potter, is just a boy the Wizarding World pushed into the spotlight and
forced him to put on the mask of the Boy-Who-Lived."
Harry inhaled a sharp breath as he finished his speech and looked up at
Voldemort with loathing that was not only directed at him, but all of Wizarding
World in general.
Voldemort said nothing in retaliation, he just stared hard at the Harry and
gave him a sharp nod before turning on his heel to go to his office and think
over what he had just heard.
Harry watched with a steely gaze as Voldemort left thinking about what he,
himself had just said...
***** Unlocking Memories *****
Disclaime Me: I don't like you.
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Lord Voldemort sat at the desk in his office thinking about what Harry had told
him minutes ago. In truth, the Dark Lord had been stunned at what the boy had
said. And now because of it, he was confused. Him! The boy was a menace! Always
confusing him! He was Lord Voldemort, he wasn't supposed to get confused!
Voldemort sighed in irritation and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Someone had done something to make the boy the way he was. The question was
who?Voldemort being the smart man he is, had a pretty shrewd idea as to who it
was, but he had no proof as of yet. He sighed again, thinking about his captive
and the possibilities as to what the Bumblebee had done to the boy gave him an
even worse headache than before.
Voldemort groaned and burried his head in his hands. How did he get himself
into these messes? He didn't know, but for now he needed to get work done
before he got an even worse headache from running around in circles in his
mind...
Too bad, he didn't know what was in store for him that night....
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(Time/Scene Change)
Harry looked around the gray stoned room with emotionless eyes. He wished the
Dark Lord would just hurry up and kill him. He just wanted out of this cage
called the Life.
Harry was confused though. Why didn't the man just kill him? It was annoying,
really. The man had been trying to kill him since the day he was born, and now,
he wanted to know why Harry was doing the things he's doing. The man was an
enigma, an extremely annoying enigma. Harry scowled at the wall in front of him
in annoyance. His thoughts were just going in circles, and it was bloody
annoying.
Harry closed his eyes and sighed. Maybe, tonight he wouldn't have any
nightmares. But, Harry wasn't getting his hopes up because, he didn't trust
hope, it always seemed to hate him.
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(Time/Scene Change)
Voldemort entered his bedroom and threw himself onto his bed. It had been a
long tiring day for him and he was looking for a good nights sleep.
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to come to him....
~*~*~*~Dream~*~*~*~
He found himself paralyzed, bent over a desk with his pants down around his
ankles. And, he was crying trying to call out to someone, but his voice
couldn't make anything more than whimpers.
He suddenly felt the culprit come up behind like a predator catching a prey. He
tried to fight the paralyzing spell that had been put on him harder, but it was
to no avail, he could only, barely curl his fingers.
Suddenly hands grabbed his thighs and the culprit thrust inside of him without
mercy. He felt the hands on his thighs tighten to a bruising hold and pain
course through him at the brutal thrust.
He cried even harder at the humiliation and pain he was subjected to. He tried
to call for help again, but his couldn't work.
"It won't... ahh... work, Harry," the person that was brutally thrusting into
him said with a groan," they... ahhh... can't hear you."
And with that he gave up fighting, he couldn't, it was just too much. He felt
the person inside of him starting to spasm and with one last brutal thrust, the
predator spilled himself inside of his prey and fell forward on top of his
captive still lodged inside of the boy.
After a few moments of panting and retrieving his breath the predator, jerked
himself out of his prey and cast the memory locking charm on his prisoner so
that any Legilimens snooping in his captive's wouldn't be able to see the
memories of what had transpired.
He felt the paralyzing spell was lifted off of him and got up slowly to put on
his pants and turned around to face his captor, the face he saw shocked him...
It was Albus Dumbledore.
~*~* Dream End~*~*
Voldemort shot up in his bed panting... He was stunned. Harry James Potter had
been raped by none other than Albus Dumbledore. How could that be?
And as thoughts came tumbling around in Voldemort's mind, little did he know,
that because of the link they shared he had just forced the memory charm on
Harry to break. And now, Harry was being forced to relive the memories that had
been locked away by the charm....
Harry lets his mask shatter... And people do not act as expected...
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