The Wish

Prologue

The prisoner's cell was a dark, cold, and dank hole in the ground large enough for someone to be able to stand with some discomfort. The hole was surrounded by the walls of the Dark Lord's hidden castle no one would ever find it that didn't have a dark mark in their skin. There was no light in the prisoner's hole the keepers decided that he was not worth being able to see anything he was only lucky they have not thought of talking away his eyes altogether.

His "sessions" were simply torture. It happened everyday for hours upon hours, knives carved into skin like pens against paper creating designs, his own blood the ink. They would slice large wounds to be able to see his insides easily, to one thousand different smaller slivers cuts that would spread through out his body causing him to feel as if he was on fire- hot and throbbing. They would break bones one at a time with a hammer- crude but efficient or a spell that would break the smallest bones in his fingers, hands and feet with ease. Acids and potions burned his flesh, eating away small patches of skin leaving only muscles and blood vessels seeping into his veins allowing it to move through his body until he would pass out from the pain of it all. The next part was after waking him with the spell Ennverate they would begin using the Cruciatus curse on him so his nerves were now burning in agonizing pain, his body felt as if it was on fire from the inside out and he could not escape it. They never stopped, they couldn't stop the pleasure of his screams caused them it was pure bliss to them they couldn't stop filling the room with his screams. When they grew tried of inflicting pain which wasn't often or when he wouldn't/ couldn't wake even after the Ennverate spell they decided for the next part of his stay: the returning to his hole in the ground.

Dementors- his worst fear and his own guards. The keepers knew he heard things that made him cry out in anguish something they couldn't not do yet, scream in pain yes, anguish no. They knew that Dementors would destroy his mind leaving him a hollow shell- they did it that to everyone they met. That's what they wanted; to make sure that the prisoner would be nothing. He no longer spoke, he would scream in pain but no longer did he cry out for mercy or for them to stop the pain he only screamed and wail, never once speaking. They chained him to the wall so he wouldn't move even if he could move with a broken leg and sometimes broken arms. They wanted him broken, he looked and felt broken they had won for the most part but a piece that was still him was alive so he will wait with the memories that the Dementors brought on him.

(memories speech talking)

His mother screaming for the You-Know-Who to spare him . . .Spare Harry!

His father telling his mother to run and get Harry, he was here

His godfather falling through the Veil . . .It's to late Harry, he's gone.

Kill the spare . . . His friend falling . . .Cedric dead

Worthless Freak . . . The only good thing about your life is that I got

a million pounds out of you in trade . . . Freak . . . No one wants you

. . . Worthless like your father and your mother

Children, mothers, and fathers, victims of the cruciatus curse and the killing

curse, they never had a chance. . .

Rapes and other people torments tied with his own torment, laced with in his

mind as he watched helplessly as Voldemort killed and watched is followers

destroy anything in their paths

Night after night, day after day for what he thought was weeks he watched and he listened as people fell he felt the pain of it all, he was not spared for a moment in reality or dreams. He couldn't do anything to stop it of to help the victims who he was suffering along with. Then he had to repeat the visions when he got close enough to his guards. He thought as he opened his eyes about how he got here, how he was betrayed. And if there was a light in the cell you would have seen his once beautiful bright emerald eyes were now dulled in grief and pain were filled with hatred making them shine once again for a moment.

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