Hello,

this is going to be the first ff I write in English, my native language is German, I also have german fanfiction account on , under the same name.

I don't have a Beta to correct my spelling in this fanfic, if someone would like to do it, please write to me. I wrote my chapters with Grammarly and checked it multiple times.

Again, nothing in this story belongs to me, everything is Jk' Rowlings creation. i don't earn any money with this.

This is going to be a slash story, M x M.

The pairing for Harry is one of my favurites, in my opinion there aren't enough fanfics about it. ( it's not Snarry)

Pairings : GG x RR, HG x RW, HP x SS.

Trapped

:_:

Run. Don't stop. Don't look back. Faster. Further.
His heart was pounding and his breath stock every time a spell came hurling down next to him. Almost hitting him.
There was no way that he could outrun them, not in this condition.
He was weakened and tired, the only thing keeping him running was his adrenaline rush. Not even that would hold on forever.

A scream brought him back to his senses. Hermione, he recognized horrified and turned sharp around to run in her direction, the death eaters wasting no time following him in his new direction.

He threw a few nasty spells at the death eaters that were hovering above Hermione and helped her up, spotting the wound on her shoulder. Nothing to severe, just a cutting hex. He sighed relieved, it could've been worse.

Hermione nudged his hand and urged him to look around. The death eaters had surrounded them, making it impossible for them to escape their circle.
They stood back to back against the death eaters, their wands pointing at them warningly, one wrong move and they would attack.

A familiar face stepped out of the circle and smirked at them, " Itzi bitzi baby Potter and his mudblood friend are trapped, what a shame, you made such a good fight "
Bellatrix started to laugh, shrill and loud, listening to her without getting a headache was impossible.

Bellatrix started to circle both of them like a snake would circle his prey, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and end both of them.
"Not giving up?" Harry didn't like the way her eyes started to lit up.

A game, that's what all this was for Bellatrix, a big twisted game. Where she could do whatever she wanted, it wasn't like any death eaters would stop her from harming them. No. They would enjoy watching her. Even encourage her.

"NOW" screamed Harry, they threw at the same time Bombardas at the death eaters, some got thrown away, some were smart enough to put their shields up. Harry cursed when he followed Hermine. They were able to slip through the small opening, barely.

They had no chance against them, they were overpowered and had to leave now if they wanted to survive, from the way his scar was aching he knew it wouldn't take long for Voldemort to arrive.

"Hermione" he shouted and put their hands together, felt the sensation of being pressed together due to the apparation and relieve filled him.

He lost his grip to Hermione when a sharp pain appeared in his leg, his eyes widening in shock to only see Hermione's horrified expression before she disappeared.

Harry fell to the ground, the same spot Hermione just had been seconds ago. Panik filling him before he calmed himself down, at least Hermione was saved, he thought.

He slowly stood up, making sure to put no pressure on his injured leg. He turned around to face the death eaters. Bellatrix stood out of the group, a knowing smirk on her.

Her smirk brightened when Harry pointed his wand at them if Potter wanted more, she was willing to give him more.

Harry had no other option than fighting, tightening his grip around his wand, he took a deep breath. His time was limited, Voldemort could arrive at any moment, his chances of survival would increase to almost zero.

Now or never.

"Bombarda Maxima" he pointed his wand at the ground, which would at least prevent the death eaters for a short time, from following him.

Harry couldn't prevent himself from falling when the ground shook, his ears rung painfully, for a moment everything seemed to get lost in the black smoke that was surrounding them and oddly it was peaceful until everything changed within moments.

The voices surrounding him made no sense, he couldn't just grasp what they were saying and concentrated on leaving as fast as possible. He stood up and grimaced, his leg would kill him but he'd rather be alive and in pain than death.

Using the smoke to his advantage he hurried to leave this area as fast as possible, but his luck didn't seem to be on his side today.

"WE FOUND HIM"

Harry cursed under his breath while he tried finding a solution, a way out of this, but nothing helpful came up.

The smoke died down and with that Harry was able to spot some of the death eaters directly walking towards him and as if that hadn't been bad enough his scar started to burn like if it was on fire, he knew what this meant. His time was up. Voldemort arrived.

The death eaters continued walking towards him while Harry retreated, backing away with every step the death eaters made towards him. Harry spotted Bellatrix having a chat with a fellow death eater, he assumed as Lucius Malfoy, only Malfoys had such blond hair.

For them, he had already lost. He didn't want to admit it but he felt the same way, he couldn't see any possibility for him leaving this place alive and somehow unharmed.

Harry backed away as much as he could until he meets an obstacle, he glanced behind him. A confused look on him. There was nothing behind him to see, but he could feel it. He was sure it had to be an old, mossy, stone wall.

He groped his way on the wall along. He couldn't figure out what it was and asked himself why it was invisible. He never took his eyes from the death eaters. Eyes narrowing when he spotted Voldemort, the death eaters bowed to their lord and backed away to let Voldemort through.

The red eyes seemed to pierce themselves in his soul. He hated this, the way their connection made him feel and his scar started to throb.

"Harry Potter" Harry hated the way Voldemort said his name.

Harry furrowed his brows slightly, the surface behind him had changed, it was now wooden, it felt like a door. It was one. He found the doorknob

His attention turned back to Voldemort.
"it is over "

Harry turned the doorknob around and the door opened suddenly, with a surprised yelp he fell backwards. Voldemort and everyone else was out of his sight. He blinked and tried to adjust to his new situation. He was inside a house it seemed, one of the first things to catch his eye was, that the house looked old, one would say almost medieval.

He was about to straighten himself up when he frowned. He wasn't alone. Someone seemed to stand in front of him. He tightened his grip around his wand and slowly looked up to four unfamiliar faces. He wasn't sure if he had seen them before, but they looked kind of familiar to him. The man right in front of him had long black hair which he had tied together. Ice blue eyes glared back at him coldly.

Harry shifted his gaze away from him and turned his attention to the next man. He was slightly smaller than the first men but better built. He had dark brown hair that reached his shoulder and green eyes that stared with resentment at him.

His attention turned to the next person, and Harry was taken aback. She was a beautiful yet austere-looking and slightly intimidating woman. She was tall, had long black hair and dark eyes. He couldn't hold her gaze for long.

Last but not least he studied the fourth person in the group curious, she had dark red hair, that reminded him of the Weasleys but in contrast to them, she had no freckles. Her eyes were blue.

All of them were intimidating and extremely powerful, he could sense it, almost see it. He shifted uncomfortably when their gazes remained on him. The silence became uncomfortable.

When none of them made a sign to break it, Harry did.
"Wh...Who are you?"

He received no answer, Harry narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Who are you?"

"Wouldn't you wanna know where we are or why none of your friends out there have stormed inside here first?" the black-haired men, looked down at him, his voice was in despise. He acted like he was better, superior.
Harry couldn't stand him already.

The pain in his scar increased, he twisted his face and bit his tongue, stopping himself from making any sounds.

Harry nodded, hating the way the man started to smirk.
"you boy a very lucky. You've gotten yourself into a situation with no way out," he had a slight accent, but Harry wasn't sure of what language. The way he talked was just old.

Harry looked confused at him, "What?".

"This house was cursed, thousands of years ago, whoever enters it, won't be able to leave, "Harry's eyes widened, he must be joking, this couldn't be true.

Harry stood up and limped towards the door, he felt their piercing gaze in his back but ignored it. He needed to get out of here.
The door opened, he was about to sigh relieved when an invisible force stopped him from leaving. He turned around to face them, his wand was pointing at them.

"Let me out."

"Haven't you listened to us boy, you can't leave, the house is cursed." the other man spoke, he didn't seem as hostile as the black haired man.

"then break it."

" We can't."

:_:

Any ideas who these four people could be ?.

I hope you liked this chapter, leave a review and if you found any mistakes please don't hestiate to tell me.

Until next time.

Asakiii