"No father, please!"
He looked up with his stormy grey eyes, large from fear and pain to see a most terrifying sight. A tall, almost hideous but, in a dark and mystifying way, beautiful man was looming his body, making him feel small land crushable. This man had intense blonde hair that went just past his shoulders and a murderous expression on his face. A murderous expression. The man's hair blew gently from the icy wind that was entering through the window behind him. Looking outside this window, you could see the moon. A full moon. Wisps of cloud covered parts of it and it seemed like something out of a horror movie. How appropriate he thought. When he squinted slightly he could have sworn that the cloud was in the shape of a snake. The sign of HIM. He looked back up at the man standing over him, now deeply worried for his own safety. He never believed his father could ever be truly cruel, but seeing him now, seeing him this way, he believed it. He believed it with every fibre in his body. His father's eyes, normally a deep grey just like his, had turned black, and his usually laughing mouth was now turned down frowning, creasing in a cruel and hard manner at the edges. He could see the black magic seeping around his father's body as if it were blood in his veins. His eyes widened even further in fear.
"You will obey me! I will not allow you to bring our family to shame! Now strip, we have to get you ready."
He did not move. He couldn't he was so terrified. His father forcefully snatched him and started to rip the clothes off.
"Father, please! I do not want to follow him! I just want to be free! Please! Don't do this to me!" He screamed as his father dragged him to the middle of the room. He noticed that a huge snake had been drawn out on the floor. A snake! He hadn't been wrong…HE was here. The sign stretched across the whole room in a dark red colour, and as he peered closer he had no doubt it had been drawn out with blood. That would definitely explain the deep, ragged gashes on his father's arms. But there was too much blood for it to have been his father's alone. That meant that there were others. He didn't get to think about this for long as his father dragged him to the middle of the room, and roughly pushed him down. He stood there, desperately trying to escape. His father seemed not to hear him as he kept screaming. He simply kept ripping the rest of his clothes off, barely blinking at his son's almost naked body.
"Let me go! Please!" He kept screaming until his throat felt raw and scratchy, whilst he kept struggling against his father. He knew deep inside that it was just no use but he didn't want this to happen. He didn't want to give up. But his father had already put a spell on him before so that he could not use magic. It had been done in his sleep so there was no way he could defend himself.
"Shut up," his father said calmly, momentarily stopping, "You better shut up this instant or I will kill you. Don't think I don't mean it for a minute, boy."
"Whatever, I would rather die in your disgusting hands then in HIS!" He shouted out indignantly. He saw anger flashing through his father's eyes as the black magic seemed to swirl through his body even faster. In fact, there was so much magic it was practically pooling out of his fingertips.
"Petrificus totalus!" his father roared out fiercely.
Suddenly he couldn't move, he couldn't scream. He felt his limbs go stiff as his father binded him. He tried to move but he couldn't, he couldn't get out of here. He couldn't believe his father was doing this to him. The father that had raised him, and had loved him since day one. The father who had done everything he could to make his son happy. That was until recently. Until he HE came back. HE had ruined everything. Instead of loving him, his father was now stripping off his last piece of clothing, his silk boxers, ripping harshly with a vengeance.
"And now to begin," his father declared in a deathly whisper looking at him greedily. The man raised his palms to face his son as if to direct his magic as it swirled even faster throughout his body. Finally he screamed out, "Crucio!"
The next thing he felt was pain. White blinding pain that seemed to conquer his whole body. And he still could not scream because of the previous curse. He was so overcome by this agony that he did not realize another person entering the room. He only noticed when the person started to talk.
"Let go of the binding spell," the man ordered his father. In a quieter voice he heard a simple, "I want to hear him scream."
And he did exactly that. He screamed, and screamed until his father finally stopped the torturing spell as well. The stranger came closer to him and he saw pitch black eyes staring at him. Eyes that had no feeling within them. They seemed to be simply cold, unforgiving, black holes.
"You're so beautiful," the stranger said with a voice, icy cold. A voice that sent shivers down his spine. Eventually the stranger lay on top of him and he realized what was about to happen. It was HIM. He tried to scream but nothing came out and for the next few hours all he felt was pain and agony. Pain and agony.
Miles away, a boy named Harry Potter abruptly woke up.