Lord Slytherin's Bond

No child should be so silent, not one as broken and bruised and damaged as Harry is. The boy can barely stay on his feet, is swaying to and fro while he tries to grip his wand, broken fingers and too much blood making it slip from his grasp. Normal boys cry out in pain, Voldemort had always expected Harry to be one of them. He thought he would grovel and scream like the rest, instead he is met with harsh breaths and silent terror, but it is the resignation that pulls at something deep within his soul. It drags him closer to the wreck of a child, past the shattered bones and blood slick floor, it makes him hesitate. One moment of doubt, one second of pity is all it took to change everything.