Harry Potter and The Consequences Of The Unresolved(A HP horror fanfic)

Prologue: A Dreadful Nightmare

How could he have let this happen? How? How? He had failed at his one duty, the thing he was born to do; the achievement he was raised to complete and he had failed miserably.

The screams. They echoed around the room, ricocheting of the walls of some dark and musty dungeon that Voldemort had found deep within the entrails of the castle. He can't handle the screams anymore; he felt as if he could retch.

"Please, make it stop." the Chosen one sobbed, the tears streaming down his pale cheeks. His glasses in front of his eyes stood in a frozen firework of cracks, the thin white lines crawling across the lenses to obscure his vision, but not enough to where it hid the horror that played out in front him.

"Crucio!" The Dark Lord shrieked, thrusting his knuckled wand out towards the whimpering boy, a disgusting smirk spreading across his lips while he kept the wand steady and Harry Potter's body contorted with pain, the vein bulging in the side of his neck, more sweat seeping from his pores to make his dirty skin glisten. "Harry Potter isn't unstoppable, I see." he sneered before his haunting laugh started to ring out through the great dungeon, mixing with Ron's and Hermione's wails of pain.

"Please," Harry begged, forlorn, "Make it stop."

"What?" Voldemort responded, bending down in front of Harry and grabbing his face, his fingers cold against Harry's flesh, to force the boy to confront the picture of horror in front of him, "Don't you like seeing your friends pay for your mistakes?" Harry shook his head, whimpering. Off in the distance, almost hidden by the inky darkness, Harry could see Ron with his jeans pooled around his ankles, bent over a dirty table with one of the Death Eaters violating him.

Hermione yelped, her voice high-pitched and laced with pain; the sound sent chills running up Harry's spine. "Dirty fucking mudblood." Bellatrix shrieked, thrusting her wand out in front of her and a ruby red jet of light burst from the end, hurling towards the young witch and Hermione dissolved into a fit of shrieks and begging's for mercy.

Ron looked towards Harry, his eyes devoid of emotion, completely dull and cloudy as if he had left his body and went to some place else where he wasn't being raped, "Harry, make it stop." he said in a flat voice; it felt as if spiders were crawling across Harry's skin.

Voldemort stood up in front of Harry again and silently pointed his wand out in front of him; Harry's body again become consumed with unbearable pain, the feeling as if fire was licking his skin

"Now, the job can be done." Voldemort teased before shouting, "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry shot up in bed covered with cold sweat, panting heavily, his heart thrashing in his chest.