Beautifully Shattered - HP fic - R

[tigriswolf]

Title: Beautifully Shattered
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Not my characters, ‘cept for the fucked-up boy at the end. Just for fun.
Warnings: AU as of... well, everything. Implied non-con.  Could be taken as blasphemous, parts of this could.
Pairings: Slash.
Rating: R
Wordcount: 555
Point of view: third and second
Notes:This demented little fic won’t make much sense, sorry. But I sure as hell had fun writing it. What does that say about me?

Harry Potter shattered beautifully, and the demons laughed as he fell to join them. Deeper and deeper he soared on broken wings into the abyss of his mind, pieces of his soul scattered to kingdom come.

The music rises around him, a primal beat, and a snarl wells in his throat. Despite the madness looming and taking control, he can remember. Together the demons chant, and he hears Lucifer chortle, but he tunes it out, straining to recall—

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Betrayers. Liars. Sinners. Serpents in silver cloth 

--silence, bastard, did I say you could speak?—

Lies shining as the stars, beautiful—lies, lies, all just pretty lies

--quiet! I’m not finished yet, you cunt—

Liar. Pretty little liar, all satin and golden water and soft skin, pretty little broken boy

--boys shouldn’t be this beautiful, sin itself can’t equal you. This isn’t my fault.—

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He pulls himself back in, shuts off his mind, and careens down the abyss, into Lucifer’s welcoming arms. His tattered wings fall around him, bleeding and beautifully broken, as the Devil strokes his hair, crooning in his ear.

“You’re mine, child. Mine forever. My brother has lost you to the darkness.”

Harry clutches Lucifer closer, whimpering as the demons quiet. “Will you hurt me?” he whispers, unknowingly seductive as he thinks pain is all he deserves.

The Devil smiles and kisses his forehead. “Only if you want me to.”

The demons start up their welcoming chorus again and Lucifer leads the boy to their room.

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Albus Dumbledore, leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Headmaster of Hogwarts, pathological liar and fucking moron, quietly told his loyal followers the bad news. 

“Harry Potter is lost to us,” he gravely intoned. “His connection to Voldemort has overwhelmed his mind, driving him into a madness he shall never escape.”

Murmurs and moans and crying filled the room, as the last hope fizzled out and faded into darkness.

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Betrayers. 

Yes, my love, they are. They gave up on you, let you fall over the edge of the world.

They have to pay.

They will, my gorgeous one. Oh, yes, they will.

Start with the lying bastard, the leader—

Dumbledore? The one who surrendered your soul to the darkness without a qualm?

Yes... start with him.

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Harry Potter shattered beautifully, and the demons laughed as he fell to join them. Deeper and deeper he soared on broken wings into the abyss of his mind, pieces of his soul scattered to kingdom come.

They still speak of those dark days with terror, whispers in the night. They never utter the names; none dare.

Only one person strides proud through this broken world, this desecration of everything there once was. Only one person dares.

You smirk at the people as they watch you fearfully, laugh as they quickly glance away. “Oh, come now,” you say, “It’s not as bad as all that.”

Your voice fills the rooms with ease; you don’t whisper like everyone else. Unlike them, you don’t need to.

When you are the son of the Dark King, really, what have you to fear? When your father is consort of the Devil and your mother died in childbirth, when you were raised sheltered by the Dark Wings—nothing is beyond you.

Except Heaven. But your father shattered Heaven years ago.

Comments

[alykayt.livejournal.com]

Wow. I read through this the first time and then flicked back up to read it over again, then again. I really like the shifting and ethereal perspectives. This reminds me of the fic that dragged me into fandom, not crystal clear in presentation but beautifully patchworked and intricate.

[tigriswolf]

What fic was that?

(I wrote this one when I was fairly doped up. That's my explanation.)

Thank you for reading!

[alykayt.livejournal.com]

The sad thing is I have no idea what the fic was called or who wrote it. However, I can tell you that it was twisted and made subtle refriences to the rainbow - i.e. cadnium yellow, bruise blue.... It was a wicked cool fic...

[barra-arisa.livejournal.com]

Yep, I'm with Alykayt. I read this one twice in a row, because it was that good. I like the patchwork stories, where you know what happened but you don't have to know the gory details for it to still be an awesome read. I like the long stories too, but patchworks seem to do more damage for me than long ones. Like patchworks you read then read again getting everything you can then every once in a while you go back and "re-live" it, but with longer ones you read it, feel content, then it slips away because its just too long to read aagain. *hugs* I am now your stalker.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!