He Whispered Legilimens

One Shot

Harry was crying - again - for the fifth night in a row. He sobbed into his pillows, Tom's voice taunting him from inside his head, constantly wandering around and pulling out memories - painful memories that Harry wanted to forget - and forced Harry to relieve them every second of every day.

It was near impossible to hide it, the fear, the constant fear that Tom would manifest out of his mind and hurt him, that Tom would find something in his mind that Harry had forgotten about and that Tom would bring it back and it would destroy him. That Tom would find a way to kill him front the inside out so he could have Harry's body for himself with none of Harry's personality left, just a vessel.

Awww, is the Boy-Who-Lived scared? Scared of his pathetic uncle, the man who beat you, cursed you- Oh would you look at this Harry, a belt, the first time he used one on you. Such a memorable moment, is that why it's in the locked cabinet? Tom's maniacal laugh echoed throughout Harry's mind.

"Harry! Harry!" Hermione's voice finally penetrated Harry's ears, unaware that Tom ripped the cabinet open from inside Harry's mind, the worst of the worst memories attacked Harry's mind.

Freak

Boy 

Unnatural thing!

Filthy disgusting freak!

Harry gripped his hair, unaware of the world around him, forgetting that he was in the Great Hall, that they were at dinner and not in his bed. A particular memory, one that Harry had buried so deep, one so painful, that Harry's mind had thrown it to the end of the mindscape in an attempt to stop it from traumatizing Harry into insanity.

"You freak!" Vernon shouted, plunging the knife into Harry's hand, twisting it and grinning at the pain filling scream that Harry let out. "Think you could eat without my permission! You ungrateful piece of shit!" A cruel laugh from behind Harry set Harry off into a round of sobbing, his body shaking from on the table he was tied to. "Maybe we can do it right Pet, cut the freakiness out of him." Vernon took another knife and stabbed it into Harry's other hand, dragging it up the arm until it reached the elbow.

"Yes, oh! I can finally tell the neighbors that we've ridden of him!" His aunt practically vibrated with glee as she pulled on some plastic gloves, herding her son out of the room with the promise of all the desert he wanted.

"Lock the door Pet, we don't want to taint Dudley with the disgusting excuse of air that we can finally rid the world of him!" Vernon shouted with excitement before dragging a small razor from Harry's nipple and down to his belly button, carving the word 'FREAK' into his chest.

Harry let out a blood-curdling scream, his body remembering the pain from that night, he remembered dying, he remembered when Vernon had had him at the end of his life before pulling a gun to his temple and Harry remembered the sound of the trigger clicking.

Oh, what have we here? Tom's voice went unheard by all except himself. He brightened the corner and took a step back in surprise. The thing in the corner revolted him to no end. It was pale, wrinkled, so starved that all of its bones stuck out at disgusting angles. Tom examined the thing once more, taking in the crimson eyes, the blackened fingers, and toes. The bloodied nails and skin. It was hairless, naked and smelled worst than a troll.

Tom was pleased when he felt the familiar magic that surrounded the thing. He stepped closer to examine the weak chains that were locked around the thing's ankles, bloodied and rusted.

Help me break Potter and you will be free Tom smirked when the thing only screamed bloody murder, blood, and bile dripping from Its mouth as he abused Its own vocal cords. Good.