Heart Strings: a Harry X Voldemort|Tom

Narrator's POV

The next day, Harry was sitting in Professor Oscuro's classroom, after school though not snogging the teacher but doing his homework.

It was easy to say that Harry was bored out of his mind, so bored that he left his mind and went into someone he shared a bond with's.

When he entered Tom's mind, he found himself slammed against a wall, a wall so tall he couldn't see where it end and so pitch black he could barely see it.

He knew Tom was a Legilimens, it was also painfully obvious that he was a skilled Occlumens as well.

Suddenly, the wall opened just enough for him to get pushed inside.

***

Tom's mind was extremely organized into a bunch of different sections, it was like the hallway of the manor, but with each door saying what memories it held.

At the end of the hallway, the force that ha pushed Harry into his mind, pushed him into a door covered in chains and locks, clearly his most guarded memories.

That door read 'Wool's' and once through the door Harry was immediately showed a scene that looked like it came out of a horror film.

He saw what had to be a very young Tom, looking like he was five or six years old, chained to a small bed so each of his limbs were immobile.

Tom's shirt had been cut open and he only wore grey shorts.

Also in the room was a grey haired old woman and a priest.

The woman was throwing what looked to be water at him, out of a jug that had a cross on it.

Tom was crying out in pain as his skin was burned, the priest chanting, demanding that the demon in the boy returned to the hell from which it came.

Tom was begging them to stop, sobbing as every drop of the Holy Water on his skin burned him.

"It's not working, Father, the demon is still there." The woman said to the priest

The priest opened his bag, pulling out a whip, and beginning to whip Tom's back after turning him over.

"In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, I demand you, devil, to leave this child and return to Hell." The priest chanted, whipping Tom harder

Tom's back was a mess, the whip was tipped with iron and made cuts into Tom's back.

This continued for what felt like hours, until the priest deemed tat the demon was gone and unchained Tom, packing up his things and leaving.

The woman left the room as well, leaving Tom twitching and crying on the bed, his blood soaking the sheets.

***

Harry found himself back in his own body, tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked at Tom, who hadn't noticed his entrance or exit from his mind.

Harry began to sob, catching Tom's attention, "What's wrong, love?"

Harry didn't reply, just got up and got in Tom's lap and hugged him tightly, muttering, "They're monsters."

Tom was confused what Harry meant, just kissing his head and telling him that everything was ok.

Harry shook his head, nothing was ok, how could they do that to Tom? Muggles were monsters.

Once Harry's tears began to lighten up enough to let him speak, he told Tom what he saw.

Tom stilled instantly, hugging Harry closely, "I'm ok, love."

Harry didn't believe him even slightly, not with how locked up that memory was.

***

After dinner, Harry was sitting in on the bed in the Chamber of Secrets, having already dressed into his nightclothes and waiting for Tom to do the same.

Once Tom was sitting next to him, Harry cuddled against him, "Why would they do that to you?"

"Because my accidental magic had just started and Muggles have no explanation for that other than demonic possession. I was five years away from receiving my Hogwarts Letter and there was no one there to protect me. Ms. Cole, the orphanage's matron, called the nearby church to try to...fix me." Tom said, his hand trembling

Harry saw that, noticing his old scar on Tom's trembling hand, "You don't need to continue if it hurts."

Tom nodded, "I know, love, it's helping, kinda, to talk about it."

"But, anyways, they tied me up and threw acid on me, claiming it was Holy Water, and then he whipped me 26 times. I counted each one to distract myself from the pain." Tom continued, "And after the exorcism my back wounds got infected and I got sick for a week or two, I can't remember I was delirious most of it. But after that, I was the pariah of the entire orphanage and no one would get within ten feet of me if they could help it."

"Did your back heal?" Harry asked, "Or the burns?"

"Yes, everything healed, but I still have the whipping scars on my back." Tom answered honestly

"You also took my scar." Harry said, holding Tom's hand

"I did, I took away your pain. I will take all of your scars if I can, just as I have taken my Death Eaters scars when I can. They have fought for me, it's only fair, and I will always regret that I didn't take their scars when I was insane." Tom replied, "But I can't take scars that have healed."

Harry smiled weakly, "I love you, Tom."

"I love you too, love, more than you'll ever understand." Tom smiled, kissing the top of Harry's head

"I have something to tell you, Tom." Harry said, hiding his face in the crook of Tom's neck

"What is it, sweetheart?" Tom asked

"I was abused, too." Harry mumbled...