Harry Potter One Shots

Harrymort

 TW:  Talks of murder and death, also talks of self-harm and attempted suicide, mentions of attempted rape. Sorry if this seems rushed, it's because it kind of is. 

It was almost too much, the running was hurting his already bruising ribs, he wouldn't, no couldn't stop. "Get back here boy!" Vernon yelled at the top of his lungs as he tried to catch up to his nephew who he almost killed and attempted to rape. Harry ran and hid in an ally hoping that Vernon had collapsed of a heart attack from all the running he had to do. "Where are you cousin!" Dudley called out in a sing-song voice that made Harry retreat into himself, wishing he were anywhere but the alley, he wanted to be somewhere safe. "Boy!" Petunia yelled trying to find him, and soon he felt the familiar tug of apparition. He landed with a thud, no idea where he was but at the moment he didn't care. He tried to get up, but his arms were too weak, and his ribs were protesting any movement. "What do we have here." A man's voice said from behind him, but he was too tired and scared to move. "Harry Potter, how did you get through my wards." Voldemort, Harry knew the voice and now wished he was dead. "I don't know. I wanted to be safe, and my magic fucked up and wants me dead." Harry bit out trying to not look weak in front the man he was supposed to kill. "Safe? It might be safer than with the person who gave you those bruises." Voldemort gestured at the clear handprints around Harry's neck and arms. "If you're going to kill me than do it." Harry said this time getting to his feet and swaying almost falling again when he heard a snap from his foot, knowing it was also broken. "I won't kill someone who doesn't put up a fight. Tell me who hurt you and I will heal you. If you don't get medical attention soon, your body won't heal correctly, and you will be in more pain. There might also be internal damage." Voldemort moved Harry to a chair, and the teen thought it was all a trick, but the dark lord wasn't one to joke about this, and he hadn't lied to Harry before. "My Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin, they are muggles and try to beat the freakishness out of me. They might be paid to this, but I can't confirm it." The more Harry spoke the angrier the man became. "Muggles! Muggles dared to hurt a magical being!" Harry tried to get up thinking that the wizard would hurt him only for Voldemort to calm down and place a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I am not angry with you, nor will I hurt you. How long have they been doing this?" Voldemort was feeding magic into Harry's body to heal the internal wounds and also heal some bruises. "Since I was three. I burned food and Aunt Petunia placed my hand on the stove and burned me for ruining the food, and then the first time I was hit was when I ruined Dudley's favorite sweater, and then Uncle Vernon broke my arm when I said no to washing the car when I was 7." Harry just gave the mild examples, but Voldemort had heard enough, he wanted to kill the muggles. "Did you tell anyone about it? About this abuse?" Harry nodded. "I told Dumbledore and McGonagall, and Madam Pomphrey, but they said they couldn't do anything about it. Dumbledore told them about the blood wards at the house and that I was safest with my muggle relatives." Voldemort knew Dumbledore wouldn't do anything but the school Medi witch and McGonagall not doing anything made no sense whatsoever. He tried to keep his anger in check, but he was never known for being a pacifist. "I will handle this. I want you to stay here, I will post a guard for you." Harry felt so tired suddenly and Voldemort moved Harry to his personal rooms and placed the teen on his bed. "Sweet dreams my soul." He said lightly tucking the teen in. Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of the room and making sure that Voldemort's unknown guest was safe. Voldemort lured the muggle family out of their house and during that time he prepared for their arrival. In the basement of his paternal family's home, he made it a torture chamber that Jigsaw would love, only no one would escape his traps. Inside he made magical traps and loved to imagine how it would look with the muggles in here being torn apart. Voldemort also made sure to include the whale's sister in this torture based on what she had done to Harry. His death eaters would soon meet Harry, since the teen had decided to give the war to Voldemort and even said he would help him. "I don't want to be Dumbledore's pawn anymore." Harry said with tears silently streaming down his face. "You will never be a pawn ever again." Voldemort and Harry were starting to get along and they felt a connection and agreed to figure out how they felt about one another. "Are you ready to face them?" Voldemort asked Harry who smiled behind his mask. "I can't wait to see their faces when they see that I am the one that is helping in their deaths." Harry had a crazy smile on his face and Voldemort loved that about him. Ever since Harry had been there, he had become more and more like Voldemort that it was becoming noticeable to all. Voldemort and Harry entered the room and soon Bellatrix and the Lestrange twins, Barty Crouch Jr. appeared along with Severus Snape, and Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They were very confused when they saw the raven teen nearly on Voldemort's lap. Voldemort explained that Harry was his equal and that they were going to be witness to what happens when they hurt his equal. Soon the muggles were brought out and tortured before being sent to the 'traps' where it took five days for them to die.