AN; I want to first apologise for the lack of up-dates over the summer, and that I'm putting up a new story rather than up-dating Split. I hope that my faithful reviewers will bare with me. Your up-date is on the way.

This came to me in a free period, and I had to write it. This is Slash. Not really but it is. This contains brief mentions of abuse.

Disclaimer – Harry Potter is owned by J.K.Rowling and these characters do not belong to me. Bu the plot does.

Praying

Screaming.

Crying.

Praying.

Watching.

Waiting.

Praying.

The unforgiving, leather strap slaps, loudly against my skin. A small cry breaks through my bruised and broken lips, as lone tear carves a trail through the caked blood on my face. It falls unceremoniously on the sheets beneath me. I am lost.

The soft click of the door alerts me that I'm not alone. A look up, my face tear stained, my eyes red and puffy. Gentle arms surround me, and my resolve to stay strong evaporates once more.

"He'll be okay Dragon," a warm voice reassures. "He'll come back."

I lie broken and bloody on the dirty sheets of my bed as the door bangs shut and the bolt slams home. I would cry, but I have no tears left. I want to cry, to cleanse myself of this violation, this…sin. I can't. I'm sorry, I just can't.

Sleepless nights bring lifeless days. I float, ghost-like, through the many halls and passages of my home. My face is a mask of emptiness and my eyes; an impenetrable facade. Does his flesh bleed as my heart breaks? Do his cries resound through out his being as my bare feet echo though the cavernous wasteland that is this mansion? As I lie numb among the soft carpets of this world, do his thoughts turn to the next, seeking release?

Stay with me. Don't leave me to walk the deserted roads of this world isolated from your halcyon presence.

Please stay.

I beg you.

He comes to me in dreams. I see him weeping in his father's arms. I feel guilt. I'm sorry; I didn't want you to get hurt. I never wanted you to get hurt. I would bear your pain if I could. Forgive me, I cause only pain, and you are the last person I would wish pain upon. Don't cry so, my love. I will return; you keep me here. I will come back to you, if I can.

I will return.

With every scream he tears from me, and every tear he wrings from my abused body I will seek courage and peace in thoughts of you, of us.

I love you.

I can see him. He lies fractured before me sorrow imprinted on the features of his face. I hold him. I try to protect him. I will rescue him from this hell. He doesn't deserve this. No one does.

I will save you.

Know that I'm watching over you. When all else has left you I will wait for you.

I will pray for you.

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