Summary:

Photophobia- Fear of light
~Harry got use to the dark, in all the time he had spent in it he didn't want to leave again, Voldemort came and the light came in, and Harry wasn't sure what to expect. Voldemort didn't either.

-Rating: Explicit
-Relationships: Lord Voldemort/Harry Potter
-Warning/Tags: Canon Universe, Kidnapping, Captive, Rape/Non-Con, Violence, Hallucinations, Finger Nail Trauma (idk why I added since its one of my worst fears), Torture, rough sex.

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Yellow, Orange, Red, Purple, Blue, Green, White. He could see the colors when he closed his eyes hard enough, and he knew if he saw them in the light he would know what they were. It was simply his mind tricking him, he knew it but he let himself hope still.
Black was all he saw now, his eyes held no sight, he was sure his pupils would be permanently wide, though when he finally saw light again it might be enough to blind him. Shuffling slowly across his space, Harry slid his hands on the floor till he found the mattress laid out, sighing he let himself fall into it. There was no clock, and even if there was he wouldn't be able to read it, but inside his head he felt it was about time for bed. Worming himself into his covers and locating his pillow he waited. Every night it would appear and he was patiently waiting for it now.

Before it could appear however he heard something. This he knew wasn't his mind. The creaking got louder and he heard the door to his space open. He screamed in shock as he noticed light flood the room. The corner wasn't far enough back to get away, throwing the blanket over his head and closing his eyes he hoped it would stop. From the light he had seen his head was pounding. Tears were streaming down his face, but he knew it was from the light and not actual sadness. The blanket protecting him was ripped off and he squeaked as he turned to hide his face. Hands gripped his face and a soft hissing voice came, it was gentle but still hurt his head.

"Look at me Harry, open your eyes."

Pulling himself away Harry screamed louder and tried to hide in on himself, hoping whatever it was would go away. The voice grew louder and louder till it was yelling, causing Harry to sob in pain.

"LOOK AT ME NOW CHILD!"

Pushing and shoving Harry hoped it would end soon, that it was a nightmare and the dark would come back. The voice stopped and he felt himself be brought forward. Something soft and cold was touching his lips, pressing against him. Soon after a slimy and strong feeling was added. Realizing he was being kissed he tried to get away, but only hit the wall hard. The mouth was back and he was being kissed deeply, he knew the only way to stop it was to open his eyes but it hurt so much. Slowly, his eyelids pulled up, fluttering and twitching as he squinted. The voice sighed and kissed both his eyes, having him close them for half a second.

The world formed around him. Color took over, though the only one besides the dull brown of the room was a bright red in the eyes of his captor. His situation came back, the pain in his head pressing back in. With a shout he pulled away and went to the other side of the room, he heard a deep annoyed sigh before he felt his ankle grabbed in a death grip. His voice came out violently as he was pulled from the room, tearing his throat. Fingers clawed at anything they could latch onto, and the pain from his head was out weighed by the trauma of his fingernails ripping off his left hand, he gripped it to his chest as his other arm lashed out. He saw the bloody, red streaks trailing after him. The pain of his nails being left in the wooden paneling behind him wasn't enough to stop him from fighting the light from the open door.

When his whole form was covered in the light, he tricked the man by not moving and simply shivering violently. The man moved with a shuffling of his feet, and that was Harry's que. With every last drop of strength and bravery he had, Harry flipped onto his stomach, pushing up he pulled his body as fast as he could towards the dark room. Before he was even half way there everything shifted as something grabbed around his stomach and heaved him up. When a soft mattress gave way under him, he pushed against the man, pulling the covers he knew were there over him and hiding his head under the down sheets. The light came again along with a slap across his face.

"Knock it off, I let you out you ungrateful brat. Shut up and stop moving!"

The words trigger Harry's memory of the Dursleys, and to stop the coming beating he sat perfectly still. Moving around, the body above him got comfortable. "I'm happy I finally get to see you again. Who knew it would be so easy to get you here. It only took three months to take down all of you friends how pathetic."

Harry could only whine with his damaged throat, hearing about his friends terrified him. The man gripped his hands tightly, pulling the bloodied one up to examine.

"Of course you hurt yourself. You must be a masochist, always loving to bring yourself pain. Is that what you thought when you saw 'Sirius' again? That you could feel the hurt deep inside after you had lost him once by hugging him? I never thought it would work, I did it mostly as a joke. You truly believed that my death eater was your dead little godfather." A deep laugh made Harry flinch. Harry screamed even though he thought he couldn't when a sharp nail digged into his bloodied nail bed. The pain in his head and hand caused bile to rise in his throat, before it could leave him the pain stopped.

"If you want to hurt that much I can help you." Harry felt the air touch him as silently all his clothes were removed from his body with a spell. He screeched out the only noise he could, and the blanket hiding him vanished as well. "Just tell me to stop and I will." The words formed on his lips, but refused to leave, as he managed to cough out a 'st-' he was screaming again as his nails were pressed into again. The other man shouting was barely audible over him. "WELL TELL ME, TELL ME TO STOP! YOU WANT THIS SLUT."

Sobs were all that left him. He couldn't see anything even with the light, he could only make out white and red, though he wasn't sure if that was his blood or the eyes piercing through him. His voice was nearly gone, but he opened his mouth as sharp broken shrieks left him, his own fingers being pulled down forcefully, and shoved inside his hole one by one. The blood from his fingers were acting as a lube, and his arm wasn't strong enough to fight the arm moving him like a puppet.

When his third finger was shoved inside he rolled his eyes up trying to escape. He felt his hand being pulled up, and a warm wet liquid covering them, followed by a hot feeling and sucking. With his eyes barely parted he saw the sharp white teeth smile at him, they were dripping in blood. A whined started in the back of his throat as he saw the teeth start to drag along the bottom of his fingers working their way up, knowing what was going to happen but unable to stop it. He breathed out as the teeth left and didn't inflict more pain. The smirk was the only warning he had as his eyes widened quickly, as if in slow motion he watched the teeth clamp down and sink into the naked, bloodied, nerve ridden nail bed. At that point he was sure he blacked out for a moment.

He was roused with a slap, he screeched, which only came out as a sharp breath. The white skin before him was now naked and his legs shoved against his chest. Nothing could have prepared him, not he bloodied fingers, hell not 1000 lubed fingers. The cock entered him fast and hard, shoving all the way inside mercilessly. Eyes flew up and open when his mouth fell gasping, yet allowed no words. Not even a second of time passed before brutal thrusts attacked him. His whole body moved, sliding on the bed. Harry was beyond lost, he didn't feel the pain in his head or hand now, just the thrust which teared at his innocence.

With a second of clarity he could feel the pleasure of the hard cock shoving against something inside him, even the lingering twinges of hurt from his hand felt good and added to it. Looking down he was shocked to see his own member hard and leaking, red eyes followed his and a laugh filled the room. "God I knew it, you like this." Harry looked confused up into the glowing eyes, his only voice to question it being a grunting sob.

"Do you want more." Thinking it through was hard, his whole head was like a shaken wasps nest. Letting his instincts decide he nodded. His lips were latched into a deep kiss, the other pulled away panting. "Fucking perfect, god this is amazing." Fingers snapped and Harry saw more red, this one though glowed, he was starting to like the color, it hurt, but it was better than black nothing. When the red pressed against the skin of his upper right thigh, he threw his head back, his whole body tensed and spasmed before he blacked out again. A particularly harsh thrust brought him back, red eyes met his, he lazily brought his arms around white shoulders.

"You got off, now it's my turn. You had me so tight I almost came than, God so good." Harry let his body move with the other, glancing down to see a cream painted across his stomach. Sharp teeth bit into his neck as the hissing voice grunted and a hot liquid filled him. A bloody white hand drifted over his face, sliding his eyes shut. "Go to sleep. It will take some time to heal you."

The darkness fell over Harry and he felt himself smile, he was home again.

Harry woke to light. He felt his eyes open and tears escape. This time he knew it was due to sadness. A tired grumble came from beside him as he sat up. He saw Voldemort when he looked over and tripped, falling as he got out of bed. The night before came back, he searched his hand and found no wounds, except a seated design on his leg. Voldemort sat at the edge of the bed looking down at him now. "Are you awake already?" Sliding around on the floor Harry started to crawl. A sigh left Voldemort who picked him up again, setting him on the bed. "This again, when will you learn."

Harry pulled the covers over his head. "Let me go back, I want to be in the dark, please."

The covers were pulled away gently. "Why?" He savored the soft voice for a moment to calm himself, in barely a whisper he started. "In the dark, I can see them." Harry hoped that would be enough, but Voldemort didn't seem to think that, he nudged Harry to continue. "When I lay down, they don't like color or the light," he started to tear up, "but I can see them, all the people I love, they talk to me, it's like they are ghosts." Voldemort stared at Harry, he seemed to ponder what had been said. "Who do you see?" With this Harry let his tears fall again. "Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville-" he paused and looked into red eyes, "My Mom and Dad."

With a cough as if to clear his throats Voldemort sat up from where he was leaning over Harry. "So you want to be in the dark? Locked away? No freedom. You don't even want to fight to escape, maybe see those who are still alive?" With shame filled eyes harry looked away. "If I leave I will never see some of them again, they might already be dead, please, I won't fight you, let me stay in the dark, let me see them again."

With a flick of his wrist, All the light in the room vanished, clack curtains covered the windows and any light source was gone. Voldemort could only hear Harry sigh in the dark, all vision was gone.

~O⚡O~

The tall snake like man walked down the hallway with grace. He was more powerful than any before and he knew to show it. Slowing his steps he came before a pitch black door, it was out of place in the brightly decorated hallway, but it served its magical purpose of keeping the inside completely black. He waited a moment hearing the voice inside.

"Mione, really, I can't even see the book so why do I have to study?" The voice paused as if someone else was talking, but no such voice appeared for Voldemort. "Well so what if I don't want to become an Auror than, maybe I'll work in the twins joke shop, or live off of Sirius." The boy laughed wildly, as if it was a funny joke he had heard during the silence. "Aw Padfoot, don't be mean like that, you love me."

Voldemort decided he had heard enough and knocked on the door. As it had happened everyday for the past year, he heard a shuffle inside and a voice call out a happy. "Okay!" He opened the door and stepped in, the light from the hall disappearing and not going inside. He closed the door and heard the sound of a blanket falling, before he had an armful of a warm body. "I missed you."

The snake like man hummed with a hissing flare and lead the small body to the bed. "What color would you like to see today my pet?" Harry seemed excited and got on top of the bed jumping up and down trying to decide. "Hmm, Purple, no Red!" With a laugh Voldemort cast a spell to let his eyes shine their natural color in the dark. The body fell against him and lips found his own. "I'm so happy."

Voldemort magically enhanced eyes widened. He looked over at the boy shocked. "You are?" He felt the fluffy hair nod against him. And the boy continued while tracing a finger over his skin.

"You will never leave me, right? That means you are a ghost now too?"

The words seemed to shock him. He knew Harry had seemed taken with him over the time they had spent together, but he attributed that to being the only one the boy could actually talk to and the boy being mad. "You mean I am a loved one?" He doubted it but he needed to make sure, to test how deranged the boy had become.

"No, you are red, and red is a ghost. Red is all I want, all I need. I love red."

With his sharp teeth and thin lips he felt his face stretch into a grin. The boy was a true masochist. The boy was right. Red was perfect, red was everything. Voldemort smiled. Red was pain, red was hurting, red was torture, red was love.

Red was all that was left of the boy, and that was perfect