Everything isn't what it seems to be.

Chapter 11: Rape again, and Severus tells them.

Harry woke up, and recalled last night's events, and his tears fell from his face, crying softly.

"Young massster." hissed Voldemort's snake.
"Go away." he said knowing that he was there due to his scar throbbing.

"Don't you ever tell me to leave, Harry." hissed a cold voice.

Oh hell no. Harry got up and back into a corner, trying to keep far away from him as possible.
"You stay the hell away from me!" he shouted angrily. "Don't you ever rise your voice to me, Harry." he hissed angrily.
"Screw you."

"come here." Voldemort commanded him.
"No, i'm not going anywhere near you!" he told him angrily as his heart bump with fear.

Voldemort then rise his hand to him, and his black robes wrap themselves around Harry's arms, his legs, his torso, chest and neck, choking him and then the robes bought him forwards Voldemort.

"You cannot deny me, not since now you're my husband, Harry. All I want to do is make the world a better place." he told him as he gentle run a finger down to his face to his jaw.
"By Killing.....the muggleborns, Tom." he said, then he tried to gasp in some air into his throat as Voldemort tighten his robe around his neck. "That's...messed up."
"Silence. The more difficult you will be, the harder it will be for you. Do I need to....make love to you again this early in the morning?" He asked him.
"No. That, last night, that wasn't wasn't love. That was rape." he gasped and he groan as Voldemort threw him across the room, his bare back hitting the wall before he laid on the ground in a broken heap.

Harry tried to get back up and then fell back onto the floor as Voldemort kick him in the stomach, knocking the air out of him.
Every time he tried to get back up, Voldemort would beat him or use the torture curse on him.

He laid there beaten and broken, but Voldemort will never fully break him. He just has to be strong.
"I will never submit to you, Tom Riddle....Do what you want, but you won't ever break me." Harry told him as he kept trying to get up.

Voldemort grab his hair and force him to suck him. He shook his head desperately, trying to escape.
This wasn't right.

"Stop being difficult, Harry. I love you, I love you as much as I hate you. Just get to know me and you'll be fine. You'll be happy." he told him gentle.
This is the gentlest that Voldemort has ever spoken to him.
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I am not bad as people make out to be. I just wish for the world to be a better place for those who are magical. We are the same, Harry. The both of us are just trying to prove ourselves and trying to make the wizarding world a better place." Voldemort told him gentle.

They are not the same, they're not.
"Shh, just relax and enjoy yourself." Voldemort told him as he stroke his hair.

Where the hell is Remus? Why hasn't he come yet?
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Remus had decide not to do his mission until Harry returns, and Severus has returned, letting him know about Harry, and what he told them, it broke his heart. He knew if Sirius were here, he would've done something stupid.

"He actually raped him? Oh, Harry." he said trying to fight his tears.
"Half broken him as i recall the Dark lord's words. That's the bad news." Said Severus.

"The good news?" Asked Albus.

"In a week, the dark lord will be leaving for business, so we can rescue Potter then. But I will help. Lucius will be watching the boy. But I need help with this, I can rescue him invisible. But someone needs to distract Lucius." Said Severus.

"I'll help, so will Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks will also help. Malfoy won't know what hit him. Then you'll grab the boy, Snape." Said Mad Eye.
He nod to him.

In a week Harry will be home and sage, but despite he's been there for nearly 2 weeks, it'll be a hard and long road of recovery.

"Molly, just give Potter soup, the boy looked half starved when I saw him." Severus told the red hair mother, who is in tears.
"Of course, count on it. The poor dear."