Beautifully Broken(Tomarry)

Beautifully Broken

Long fingers moved gracefully through the air, the moonlight making the pale skin glow softly. Sharp, aristocratic features were decked in the shadows as fingers continued to flex, pink lips curled up in to a pleased smirk as the fingers brushed over a perfectly straight nose and ran through dark hair, and red eyes gazed down on the kneeling man before him.

"You have done well, Severus, your potion has been a success," Lord Voldemort said softly, his voice no longer a hiss, but a smooth baritone that was rich and seductive.

"I live to serve you, My Lord."

"Return to the old man, Severus, speak nothing of this."

"As you wish, My Lord," the potions master swept away leaving the Dark Lord alone. He rose and left for his chambers, as he walked through the corridors he made note to have the mirrors restored. Lord Voldemort had always been a vain man, he had always been held his looks in high regard and he had been furious to discover the side effect of his resurrection ritual. He could not stand to look at himself in the mirror, it was a foul mirage of what he used to be and so he destroyed each mirror in a fit of rage. But he had, reluctantly, accepted it as a price of power and a form, so when Severus had approached him with the idea of a restorative potion he had leapt at the chance. Of course, he had cursed him for being presumptuous, but he was inclined to forgive his oversight for the wonderful results. The Dark Lord reached his rooms and looked in the mirror, oh yes he would definitely forgive Snape for his forwardness. Sharp jaw line, high cheek bones, arched eyebrows, straight nose with a slight upturn, pale, unblemished skin, rich dark hair and glowing crimson eyes; the face of Tom Marvolo Riddle gazed back at him.

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"Crucio,"

Harry didn't even twitch as the torture curse rolled over him, he kept his limbs locked in to position and blanked out the pain. He was used to it by now. It was part of his specialist training after all, or that was what they told him it was for. He didn't know anymore. Harry didn't understand why this was necessary, they were not teaching him any specialist magic; they were just torturing him. But it had been the same since forth year. Dumbledore had demanded it. He had instructed the Dursleys to strengthen their abuse, the aged headmaster had always known about that. But Harry endured. He had the thought of Sirius and Remus to keep him going when the… training had stepped a notch. He was unable to tell them because Dumbledore had threatened him and the old man was everywhere. His supposed friends helped out whenever they could, as they sat back and spent his gold. He had always known they were not his friends, but he had never expected this from them. It didn't matter, nothing did, he took it as another thing which was messed up, he had to protect the ones he truly cared about.

"You know why this has to be done, don't you Harry?" Dumbledore said. Evan as he raised his wand to curse him again, the man kept his voice soft and grandfatherly, like he actually cared. "You are weak, and you will let everyone die."

That was lies, Harry thought as the cruciatus ran through him again. He was not weak. He could do things, things with magic that he knew others couldn't. His magic loved him, it was always there, to help him, to work with him, in any way he wanted and so he knew Dumbledore was lying.

"Cruerveo,"

Harry clenched his jaw at that. He hated the blood boiling curse, it was more uncomfortable than the cruciatus in his opinion, but he did not make a sound as it was held on him and he didn't even move as he felt cutting curses hit him from different directions; his friends had decided to join him then.

"You need to grow stronger, you need to stop being a freak."

Harry hated that word. It had been beaten in to him at a young age and only Remus and Sirius had gotten rid of it. But it was different now, he didn't know why he was still enduring it. Sirius was gone, he had died fighting in the ministry. He had thought it was Bellatrix, but there was something wrong with his mind. He could feel someone else's magic there and it confused him.