Harry Potter
Harry tumbled towards the ground. His uncle was going to kill him, he knew it. With an agonized cry, he felt as his arms were wrenched behind his back and swore his shoulder blades nearly touched one another as the manacles on his wrists halted his descent a scant inch above the floor. Blood and sweat streamed down his body and he shuddered in wracking spasms of pain. We're he normal, he'd be dead right now. God, he just wished he were normal. A harsh kick landed on his side, and his body curled around his uncle's bloodstained boot, causing the black pinpricks littering his vision to rapidly increase in size.
In the last second before sight was lost entirely, he saw a bright flash of gold light, and knew at last there would be an end to his suffering.
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Dark Lord's Pet
FanficAfter nearly getting killed by his uncle in the August before fifth year, Harry's magic, in a last ditch effort to save him, sends him to a powerful person with a similar magical signature. That person just happens to be one that wants to kill him. ...
