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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy, Lucius_Malfoy, Albus_Dumbledore, Tom_Riddle_|
      Voldemort, Ron_Weasley, Hermione_Granger, Petunia_Evans, Lily_Evans,
      James_Potter, Severus_Snape, Original_Characters
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      Published: 2013-04-12 Completed: 2017-08-23 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 4356
****** Let's Kill Tonight ******
by huntressdarconthicrevenge, SSDSnape
Summary
     Petunia, after years of being brainwashed into thinking that Harry
     was the scum of the earth, leaves Vernon and goes to her rich
     relatives to live with her only son and planning to get Harry the
     next day unknowingly leaving Harry to a fate worse than death. What
     should happen when someone saves him and brings him back from near
     death and explain who he really is and why Dumbledore must die? Read
     on to find out...
Notes
     I thought of this story listening to this music and while reading a
     dark!Harry story. I thought I'd give it a go so tell me what you
     think, y'all!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue: Harry’s Near Demise *****
Prologue: Harry’s Near Demise 
“I’ve lied to you
The same way that I always do
This is the last smile
That I’ll fake for the sake of being with you
The sacrifice of hiding in a lie
The sacrifice is never knowing
Why I never walked away
Why I played myself this way
Now I see
You’re testing me
Pushes me away…”
Linkin Park “Pushing Me Away”
 
He couldn’t feel his limbs or even his whole body as he lied limply on the
floor. He figured that it had to be because he was steadily loosing blood every
second and his magic failed to heal him at all. Freak couldn’t understand why
he knew he had magic nor why he could not, for the life of him, remember who in
the hell he was. All he knew was that he must’ve done something so horrible for
Uncle Vernon to keep punishing him for a week straight.
 
It all started when Uncle Vernon lost his job at Grunning’s due to coming to
work drunk and violent for three days. Freak didn’t know exactly why he had
lost his job but figured it had to do with the fact that Aunt Petunia and
Dudley couldn’t take the way Uncle Vernon punished him anymore and left to Aunt
Petunia’s cousin’s mansion in Ireland somewhere. She also told him to be
expecting divorce papers in the post and for her cousin to be picking up Harry
later on the next day.
 
“And there had better not be anymore bruises, cuts, or black eyes while I’m
gone or I’m going to press charges…and don’t think I won’t, Vernon!” she
screamed at him before picking up her luggage and motioned for Dudley to follow
her to the car. They pulled off and went screeching into the night.
 
“Freak! Get your arse down here this instant!” Uncle Vernon had screamed after
he shook off his shock and after they left.
 
He had raced down the stairs just to collide into one of Uncle Vernon’s meaty
fists and broke his nose upon impact. Once the stars were out of his vision, he
looked up to see Uncle Vernon’s face was the deepest shade of puce and veins
popping out all over his face.
 
“YOU…HAVE…COST…ME…MY…FAMILY…YOU…GOOD…FOR…NOTHING…FUCKING…FREAK,” his uncle
roared, kicking everywhere on Freak’s body to emphasize the words, “THERE WON’T
BE ANYTHING LEFT OF YOU FOR THAT COUSIN OF THAT BITCH TO PICK UP! I’M GOING TO
ENJOY TORTURING AND KILLING YOU SLOWLY, BOY!!!”
 
By this time, all of Freak’s ribs had been broken and at least three had
punctured his left lung making it very hard to breathe. His face had been
horribly mangled from Vernon’s steel toe boots. His magic had been making sure
that he didn’t drown from the blood flooding into his lungs. Vernon also cut
off the skin where his fingertips were so that they couldn’t identify his body
and removed every one of his teeth with needle-nose pliers.
 
Freak thought that was the end of the punishment but he was far from over. Next
he called over some of his more questionable friends from the bar and each one
of them took turns raping and ejaculating in Freak’s arse before Vernon stepped
up to the plate and, while wearing a cock ring, proceeded to rape him for more
than three hours.
He tossed him this way and that, trying new positions that made Freak’s bones
either break or joints dislocate and tendons rip apart. Vernon finally
unclasped the cock ring and thrust so hard that Freak could feel his intestine
become dislodged from where it was supposed to be and white hot pain covered up
Vernon’s seed spilling into his rectum.
 
But the worst was yet to come.
When Vernon got tired of his new “play-toy”, he bid his associates farewell and
then he wrapped Freak up in an old dirty Oriental rug, shoved him roughly into
the trunk, and drove all the way to Bourne Wood. While he was being carried in
the rug, Freak noticed that the sunlight coming through the rug kept getting
dimmer and dimmer until there wasn’t any light coming through at all.
Freak was dropped callously onto the hard and unforgiving ground, breaking a
couple more bones in the process.
He could hear sobbing through the whole process, through Vernon roughly
grabbing him by the throat and chaining Freak’s whole body to a tree and
through the stab to his left lung, which left him gasping for air and trying
not to drown in his own blood. He heard him saying he was the Freak and not
Harry (whoever Harry was, Freak didn’t know him), that he was jealous of the
wonderful feats he could do with just a tiny bit of effort while he had to work
long hours and struggle to provide for his family, and that he was sorry for
everything in his miserable pathetic life.
Freak didn’t understand why Uncle Vernon was saying all of these things but it
became abundantly clear when he came back with shotgun and some sort of
alcoholic drink. He downed the half-pint of vodka, positioned his toes on the
trigger, put the barrels in his mouth, and blew his brains out in the dense
forest.
After witnessing that horrific scene, Freak completely became shell shocked and
passed out in painless unconscious bliss, all the while hoping death would come
soon.
***** Chapter One: 'Danse Macabre' or Death Talks Sense *****
In his unconscious state something or someone dressed all in black appeared
before him, in his mind. The figure did nothing at first, except pull out from
the inside of his black robes an ancient and well worn violin and bow. Its
skeletal hands placed the fiddle upon its shoulder and after plucking each
string, making sure it was in tune, it began to play.
 
It was an eerie tune and yet in some places jaunty and jovial as well. Once the
music had ended, Death (for it was indeed he), placed the violin back inside
his robes and then knelt down in front of Freak.
IT IS NOT YOUR TIME TO DIE YET, HARRY. Death said, in a strong but yet slightly
echoey tone. YOU ARE DESTINED FOR GREAT THINGS, LITTLE ONE. DO NOT WORRY
ANYMORE. I WILL HAVE SOMEONE COME AND TAKE YOU HOME AND HEAL YOU. YOU HAVE MY
WORD.
 
With that Death disappeared leaving Freak alone, taking Vernon Dursley with
him.
Sometime just before dawn broke the skyline, a low pop sounded. Someone, who
was dressed in a deep green cloak with silver trimming, appeared in the wood.
 
Lucius Malfoy looked around before he spotted the boy chained to a tree ten
feet from him on his left. He rushed over and once he had released the small
boy from said tree, he cast a quick diagnostic spell over him.
 
Unable to heal all of the damage done to the boy, Lucius cast Imobilus upon
him. After folding up the parchment that had documented all of the boy's
internal and external injures, he placed it in an inside pocket of his robes
before he apperating them both back to Petunia in Ireland in which he told her
and the Evans' family Healer what he discovered.
 
Petunia looked down at her small and broken nephew and cried; she was bitterly
wishing she had taken Harry with her.
Freak had no idea how long he was unconscious for, but to him it didn't feel
like it had been a long period of time before he woke up. He blinked a few
times and realised when his eyes began to focus, that he could see with perfect
clarity.
 
He was in a room, its four walls were painted in different shades of blue. It
was dark outside, or so he thought, of the little he could see through the
slight gap in the curtains. The bed he was in was warm and so was the room. He
gave a sad smile, as he began to sit up up. Surprisingly though, he didn't feel
any pain. He was also sure that nothing was broken.
 
He did moan slightly as he put all of his weight upon his coccyx area. He
closed his eyes and began to remember what his Uncle and his Uncle's friends
had done to him before Vernon had dragged him to the woods. He didn't notice
that someone else was also in the room with him. That person, who had been
dozing in an armchair close by, woke by the low moan.
 
'Is anything hurting you, Harry?' came a softly spoken voice.
Freak turned and saw his Aunt Petunia walk towards him, and then proceeded to
sit down on the edge of the bed, that he was currently in.
 
'A-Aunt Petunia?' Freak asked slightly terrified, as he began to shrink back
into the pillows behind him.
'Yes it's me, Harry.' Petunia replied. 'I'm so sorry that I left you with
Vernon. Can you ever forgive me? For all of it? The neglect, verbal and
emotional abuse, the malnutrition? For the things that I didn't do, that I
should've done, like love you as if you were my own son. Can you ever forgive
me?'
 
Freak began to nod slowly. His eyes wide. Then...
'Whose's Harry?'
Petunia closed her eyes and a tear fell and began to travel downtime left side
of her face.
'It's your name, Harry.'
 
'But, it can't be. My name is Freak.'
'No, it's not. It's Harry and it always has been.'
For a few silent minutes, they simply looked at each other.
 
'Here Harry, take a few sips of water. Your throat must be parched.'
Once Harry or Freak had taken a few sips he dared to asked a question.
'How long have I been here?'
 
Petunia smiled a warm and gentle smile.
'You arrived here this morning and have spent the whole day fast asleep. A
Healer was brought in and she spent the whole morning and some of the afternoon
mending your broken bones and fixing your punctured lung, and fixing your
bottom. I should've done something to stop that vile man.'
 
Petunia broke down and cried, Harry wasn't sure, but he knew that his Aunt
needed some form of support and comfort, so he threw back to covers of his bed
and gently and tentatively put his arms around her waist. Looking down in
surprise, Petunia gently and again tentatively placed her arms around Harry and
drew him into a firm but gentle hug.
 
When they had both become quiet once more, Harry remembered the hood figure in
his mind and began to relay it to Petunia, who listened with wide eyes. She
would be relaying this to Lucius later on, when Harry was asleep once again.
'It seems that this figure who by the sound of it might have been Death
himself, was talking sense, Harry. For you are still alive. He obviously knew
that it wasn't your time to go, otherwise as I said, you wouldn't be here with
me now.'
***** Chapter Two: Back To Semi-Conscious Insanity *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry reveals what he learned and a family mourns and plots revenge.
”Brainwashed in our childhood
Brainwashed by the school
Brainwashed by our teachers
And brainwashed by all their rules
Brainwashed by our leaders
By our kings and queens
Brainwashed in the open
And brainwashed behind the scenes…”
Brainwashed by George Harrison

Harry gave into the comforting feeling of the hug and, with that simple act,
gained back his sense of identity and partial sanity. Though to be honest with
himself, he really called it his ‘semi-conscious insanity’ since his thoughts
tended to be slightly scattered when he didn’t dissociate into his abused
personality but absolute bedlam when he was Freak. Thinking through the last
few weeks, he had noticed Aunt Petunia having a more and more confused look on
her face as if she had been controlled for way too long and was coming out of
it. Now that he thought of it, he was almost certain that she had been under
the Imperius and Confundus charm. He knew it wasn’t Voldemort since he would
have seen through his many visions with the Dark Lord that he continuously
Imperius’ed and Confundus’ed her.
And what would have been the point of him doing so was the question. If he
could have infiltrated the blood wards Dumbledore had “supposedly” placed
there, he would have been able to easily circumvent all of the Dursleys by way
of the Killing Curse and snuck up to his room, killing him while sleeping. No,
Lord Voldemort was innocent of this atrocity which meant what he started
suspecting all along; the one who did this was also the one who made the
thrice-damned blood wards in the first place: Dumbledore. The bad part was that
he was not surprised in the slightest. He had started suspecting something was
amiss when he had heard the old goat muttering under his breath that Potter boy
needed to be restrained better. At first, Harry had thought that he meant that
he needed to have a tighter leash to prevent life-threatening rule breaking at
Hogwarts.
He soon disproved that by following Dumbledore into his office by way of
putting an untraceable charm, undetectable charm, and anti-Accio and anti-
Revelio charm on his Invisivbility Cloak; a Muffliato on his voice and breath;
and a variation of the Quietus charm on his body during the end of his fifth
year. He crouched down in a corner of the headmaster’s office and waited until
he got tired enough to head to his chambers on the top of the spiral staircase
next to his desk. As soon as he heard the soft snoring, he crept towards the
area where the pensieve was stored and stole all of the ones labelled ‘Harry
Potter’.
What he saw enraged him and made him vow to get revenge upon the old goat
fucker. The fact that he was responsible for getting his parents killed in a
fit of evil planning to relive his so-called glory days as the hero of the
Wizarding World when he defeated Gellert Grindelwald. He had purposely
Imperius’ed Voldemort (or Tom should he say) to do all of those awful
atrocities just to start another war against Dark Wizards when he came looking
for a job at Hogwarts.
 
So it wasn’t that big of a stretch to see that he had also done the same to
poor Aunt Petunia.
He growled so loud that Aunt Petunia jumped back in surprise and he hastily
apologized before launching into what he learned before leaving Hogwarts this
past school year and what he suspected.
 
As predicted, she jumped up out of the seat she was in and yelled for Lucius.
Lucius came running, looking completely out of breath and panicked. She then
turned to Harry.
 
“Tell our cousin what you discovered and what you suspect, sweetie…he needs to
know what’s been done to his family.”
 
Lucius turned to Harry with terror in his eyes, fearing the worst. Harry
couldn’t be arsed to still hate the man; he wasn’t the evil man he encountered
in second and fourth year. Knowing what he knew about the Malfoys from that
goat fucker’s pensieve, his cousin and his family had been master manipulated
by the disgusting bastard as well. Harry motioned towards the seat Petunia had
been in and proceeded to tell him the same thing he told her. He watched
carefully as Lucius’ expression went from horror to complete and utter rage. He
stood up calmly though and looked pointedly at him and Aunt Petunia.
 
“I will have to tell my Lord about this…he’s not going to be pleased but his
sanity has returned so I don’t think he’ll resort to casting the Cruciatus on
me.”
 
Harry stared at Lucius in wonder and then understanding. It must have been his
blood from the graveyard incident that brought him back to reality. He nodded
and started to comfort Petunia who was now crying furiously at the lying
bastard known as the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He would pay dearly. He would pay ever so dearly for bringing harm to his
family. He would beg for death by the time he was done.
***** Enter Voldemort *****
Chapter Summary
     An interlude with the Dark Lord... A surprisingly short meeting
     indeed.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the long wait, Real Life has been a Bitch for the both of
     us. Updates will be slow.
     SSD
Lucius aparated out and reappeared in the entrance hall of Riddle Manor, where
he strode down the hall and into Lord Voldemort's study.
'Lucius, I wasn't expecting you here.' The Dark Lord spoke without his usual
hissing. 'What do I owe the pleasure?'
'My Lord--'
'Lucius, we are friends. When I do not resemble the features of Voldemort -
like now, I'm 'Tom', in private.' Voldemort/Tom replied, as he sat back in his
chair and offered the blonde Lord the empty one in front of his grand mahogany
desk.
Lucius took the offered chair and contemplated his reason for coming here.
'I came here my Lor-- Tom, due to a rather delicate matter, concerning a
child... Harry Potter to be precise.'
'Indeed. And why should anything related to Harry Potter concern me, Lucius?'
Tom went on, as he fixed his second in command with a red-eyed glare.
'His muggle uncle almost killed him, after he brutally raped the boy. Death
came for Harry...'
The red eyes flared and went wide, before the man they belonged to slumped in
his chair.
'...!'
Lucius nodded.
Next Lucius told Tom all about Petunia Evans. About her being his cousin and
that she had to hide her magic by pretending to be a muggle. How she thought
that she had found the love of her life with a man, who began to hit her not
long after they had married. Then he began to hit their son a few years after
he was born. Along with hitting her nephew as soon as they took him in... How
she finally got away from the man, but was unable to safely remove her nephew -
Lucius' second cousin, who just happened to be Harry Potter.
'But-- But he's the Prophecy Child!' Tom exclaimed with confusion.
'I hope I don't get Crucio'd for saying this, but that's where we disagree. You
see... I don't think he is. Harry was marked, yes. The lightening bolt scar is
evident. But that doesn't necessarily mean that Harry Potter is the child of
the prophecy.'
'So it was the Longbottom boy, all along.' Tom stated, only to furrow his brow,
when he looked over at Lucius who was shaking his head.
'I don't think it was Neville either. Yes, both Harry's and Neville's parents
thrice defied you. And yes they were both born in close proximity to each
other, but that's all. I believe that the prophecy is a fake. Created in the
hope that one or the other child would be the scapegoat for the adults that
don't want to risk becoming dark, by murdering the Dark Lord.'
'It sounds like something Dumbledore would do.' Tom replied. This time when he
looked at Lucius, the blond was nodding.
Tom sat in thought for a few minutes mulling everything over, before he stood
up and walked around his desk.
'I will accompany you back to the Manor and will talk to Harry.'
Lucius stood up and bowed slightly, before the two men turned and left the
office with Lucius at his side. Once at the apparition point, the two dark
wizards aparated out.
***** Harry's Visitor *****
Chapter by SSDSnape
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the long wait. RL is taking a very firm hold lately.
Lucius and Tom apparated into the grounds of Malfoy Manor and made their way up
the steps, and into the entrance hall. After traversing the halls, stairs and
second floor corridors, Lucius stopped outside a door and knocked. It opened
and they were met by Narcissa.
She pulled the door opened wide and stepped aside. Inside the room, both men
looked round the rather bare room and down at the occupied bed, where Harry
Potter lay sleeping.
 
"How has he been, since I left?" Lucius asked softly, as he took a seat closest
to Harry's sleeping form, while Voldemort took the other.
"He has been quiet and mostly sleeping." Narcissa replied, as she took the
remaining third empty seat on the opposite side of the bed.
 
The three of them chatted together about this and that while they waited for
Harry to wake up. Almost forty-five minutes later, Lucius, Narcissa and Tom
jumped in their seats when a fourth voice cut through their conversation.
"Oh, look, the gang's all here."
Tom, Lucius and Narcissa all turned toward the bed where Harry was lying,
sitting up against his mound of pillows wide awake.
 
"How are you feeling, Harry?" Lucius asked. "I'm just fine." Harry replied.
"I'm obviously dreaming, or Conflusterfuck, scream, my name is Dork Lord
wouldn't be here."
Conflusterfuck? Tom mouthed, with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's not a dream, Harry." Narcissa replied gently. 'His Royal Pin-Headedness
Tom I'm-Currantly-Trying-To-Take-Over-The-World Riddle is really here with us.
And he wants to talk to you.' Tom glared at Narcissa, while Lucius roared with
laughter and Harry gave a nervous chuckle. Which was what she had hoped for, an
icebreaker.
 
When the laughter had died down, Tom looked at Harry, he studied the boy, his
face blank of any emotion. Harry looked from the man that had been trying to
kill him for years, to Lucius, then Narcissa, before he turned his face away
from them completely and kept his eyes on the detection of the window. Sighing,
Tom nodded for Narcissa and Lucius to leave the room. With some slight
reluctance husband and wife left to stand outside the door, after giving a
brief look at the boy.
 
When the door closed softly behind them, Tom stepped up to the side of the bed
and sat down in the chair Narcissa had been in.
"Harry?" Tom asked, "Are with me?"
Harry turned back to the room and locked eyes with his visitor. He was
surprised that the man didn't have red eyes with vertical slits as pupils. In
fact he looked relatively human.
"W-What happened to your face?" He asked softly.
Tom frowned and brought both his hands up to his face and felt around.
"What's wrong with my face?" He asked worriedly.
 
Harry looked at the man with wide eyes. Voldemort being humorous?! Okay, life
just got weird!
"Erm... you look... human."
"Ah! That." Tom replied, lowering his hands and smiling. "You've heard of the
expression 'Two-Faced' yes?" Harry nodded nervously.
Tom simply sat there and Harry was shocked and gasped, when Tom's face changed
from the nice and calm human face to that of the dead white snake face complete
with red eyes, before changing back again.
 
"Harry?" He asked, leaning forward slightly. "Are you alright? Do you need me
to get Narcissa?"
Harry shook his head as his eyes focussed on the man once again. "Are you with
me?"
"Ye-Yeah," said Harry. "Don't do that again."
"I'm sorry." Tom went on. "Now, you have no reason to fear either Lucius or
Narcissa. They are here to help you and your Aunt, she is related to Lucius.
And you have no need to fear me, Harry. Lucius came to see me earlier and told
me what you had been through. I was shocked to hear what had happened. Angry as
well."
"Lucius told you...?"
"He did, child. He also gave me some of his thoughts to chew on, and after
giving them some thought, I can see that he was right. About you and Neville
Longbottom."
"What's Neville got to do with anything?"
 
Tom smiled tightly and told Harry all that Dumbledore had been keeping from the
boy. By the end Harry was angry. Dumbledore had put Tom in the same place as he
had been in. Tom had been subjected to rape and abuse?!
"What about Neville?" Harry asked.
"What about him?"
"When I first went to Hogwarts, Neville told me that he had had a hard life
growing up with he grandmother. That she and his uncle were quite forceful in
getting his magic to show."
"In what way?"
"Like, throwing him out of a forth floor window at the age of three. That bad
enough for you?"
"They did that?!"
 
Harry could see that Tom's face began shimmering between Tom and Voldemort, he
was angry then, if Voldemort was trying to appear.
"Tom?" Harry asked, as he leant forwards quickly - not wanting to see the
visage of his nightmares again so soon - and grabbed hold of Tom's hand and
squeezed. "Tom, stay with me."
Lucius and Narcissa quickly entered the room again and came over.
"What happened?!" Narcissa asked sharply, seeing the au Harry was practically
half way out of the bed, holding on to Tom's hand.
"My Lord?" Lucius asked, hurrying over and kneeling down beside Tom.
 
"What happened, Harry?" He asked turning to look up at the boy.
"He told me what you thought about me and Neville, I asked what Neville's got
to do with anything. Tom told me everything that Dumbledore didn't think was
ever necessary to tell me, and I told Tom how Neville grew up with his
relatives and ever since he's been battling with himself.
After what seemed like ages, Tom's face stopped shimmering and turned from the
small hand firmly clasped his his larger one, to Lucius.
 
"Lucius, go and retrieve Neville Longbottom from his Grandmother's care. He
will stay here, if you don't mind that is?"
He turned back to Harry's worried face and smiled.
"I don't mind," Narcissa replied with a smile, "I've always wanted more
children here."
"As you wish, My Lord."
"Take Severus with you, Lucius. You may need his help."
Nodding quickly, Lucius left the room.
 
"Peace?" Harry asked after a moment or two, his hand still firmly holding on to
Tom's.
Tom brought his right hand up and enclosed it around Harry's smaller on,
clasping his left.
"Peace, child?" He said. "Yes, we shall have Peace."
They smiled.
"Harry? You need some more rest." Narcissa went on, as she smiled happily at
the two of them. "You should be able to get up and move around tomorrow, if you
feel up to it."
"Oh good, bed rest is very boring."
With that Tom laughed, his eyes sparkling.
End Notes
     Let's Kill Tonight has come to an end, as myself and
     Huntressdarconthicrevenge feel we can't continue. But don't worry, I
     will be taking this fic and merging it with two others we were
     writing. Sexy Snarkiness and Taste the Rainbow. The new fic will
     appear sometime in 2018. ~SSD
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