~Enflamed~
Summery: This is the story of two boys. Who met each other under horrible circumstances, but managed to fall in love. No Magic, No Hogwarts, only two boys in the year 1944. When the world is in war and nobody is to be trusted, miracles do happen.
Hey! This is my new story. It's about the cruelties that happened during the second world war. Think of what happened in Germany and Japan. I'm not talking about the Jewish people who were murdered. I'm talking about the girl (and boys!) who were raped during that time. The girls and boys were put into little barracks where they had to 'serve' the soldiers. They believed that if you had sex, you would not die in the battle. If you were a virgin? You would certainly die. (This is Japan, I'm talking about) There weren't enough women who volunteered to 'serve' the soldiers, so the army attacked villages. They took the girls with them, most of the time virgins to make sure they didn't have a transmittable disease. I did a lot of research before I started to write this story. Many people don't know about the awful things that happened during that war. That's why I want to write this story. Draco and Harry will be the main characters in my story. It will take place in England, not in Japan or Germany. I will use all my knowledge about the seconds world war, but it won't be a history lesson. Don't worry.
Warning: This is NOT a happy, fluffy story. There's rape, torture and murder in this fic. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story is Slash DM/HP, because they're beautiful together!
Disclaimer: I don't own these character's. I'm borrowing them to tell a story.
Thanks to my beta-reader: Jennifer
Now on to the story. I hope you like it! I'll try not to make it too cruel, but I won't make rape and murder more beautiful than they are. This is the prologue. If you like it and review longer chapters will be coming up.
~*~
It was February 1944. The world was at war. England had conquered most of Europe. Men were taken from their homes to go into battle. Women often disappeared, not to be seen ever again.
I heard stories about what happened in other villages. Troops would come into the village and pick out a group of girls or unmarried women. They had to stand in front of them, while the officers checked them. They even lifted their skirts sometimes to check on their legs. The next day they would come back and name a list of girls who were allowed to come with them to work in a factory. At least that is what they said, but deep down inside we all knew it wasn't what was going to happen. Our suppositions were much worse. We just glanced at each other, speaking silent words. We didn't speak out of respect for the parents from those poor girls. Who were desperately telling themselves that what the officers said was indeed true.
Of course mothers tried to hide their daughters, or made them dress as boys. This wasn't that successful. Soldiers just grabbed man in their crotches, if they looked slightly feminine. Girls didn't go to school anymore. Afraid of what might happen if soldiers came to collect them there, which often happened. So his class was practically empty. Boys had gone away to fight for the king if their father wasn't strong enough and girls stayed inside their houses.
At these times I was so thankful that I was a boy and not a girl. Although I wasn't 'normal' I could feel it inside me. I knew from the way my mother looked at me sometimes, that she knew so too. Girls adored me, my blond hair, my feminine features. He however couldn't care less, nor did he want to marry one of them.
Today he was sitting in front of his house. Where he lived with his mother. His father had gone into battle two years ago. They didn't hear a thing from him. In the war no news was good news.
Suddenly he heard a scream, he snapped out of his thoughts and looked to the side. His stomach turned. In the distance two trucks came riding towards their village. Looking around he noticed everybody was running towards their houses. Their faces showed signs of fear and disgust for the people coming closer and closer.
I didn't notice my mum was standing behind me until she put her hand on my shoulder. I turned around to meet her scared glance.
"It's better you go inside, Draconis." she whispered, looking away.
I frowned, why was it that I had to go inside? Was she hiding something for me? When I looked at her questionably, she turned away even more.
"Quickly," she added, dragging me out of my chair. Her gaze was fixed on the trucks, which weren't more than a few hundred feet away. "Don't let them see you,"
"Mother?" I asked, stepping into our house.
"Shh," she snapped, occupying the chair I had been sitting in a few seconds ago.
I walked towards my room, locking the door. My mum was probably just overreacting a bit. There was no way they wanted boys, right? And I'm far too fragile to fight in the war, besides my father already took that 'job'.
The sound of the trucks came closer and closer and suddenly stopped not far from their house. Even though he didn't believe they were here to get him, he didn't dare to look out of the window.
A few minutes later he heard screams, lots of screams. Oh my, they were next door. He couldn't resist it anymore and moved to his window. Slowly moving the curtains, looking outside.
Men in green, filthy robes were standing in front of their neighbour's house. One of them was holding the pretty girl that lived next to him. Others pointed their guns towards her mother, who was screaming and crying hysterically. She didn't want to let go of her daughter.
He heard a shot, a few screams. The eyes of the mother turned away as she collapsed on the ground. Now the girl started to scream, trying to fight the men off her. But they were far too strong and forced her into the truck. After that they moved to the next house, knocking on the door.
Dazed Draco let himself drop on the floor. This was the first time he saw someone being killed. He felt sick and moved to the bathroom, sitting next to the toilet in case it really did come out. The screams from outside penetrated every wall in their house.
A girlish scream escaped his lips when his mother entered the bathroom. Tears were running over her cheeks. I knew she had seen the murder, it was her best friend.
"Draconis," she snapped, stopping my scream. "you're going to get yourself killed if you keep screaming like that."
"Mother, is there something you're not telling me?" I asked, taking her into my arms as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Before she could answer my question, there was a loud knocking on the door. Her eyes widened with fear as she began to shake. "Stay here," she mouthed, as she straightened her dress and left the bathroom.
I heard their harsh voices and my mother's soft words, but I couldn't make up where they were talking about. Maybe I was too scared. I knew my mother was hiding something from me and it was something I didn't want to know. I thought my heart would come out. It was pounding so hard inside my chest and throat.
"SEARCH THE PLACE!" I suddenly heard, followed by one of my mother's screams.
The sounds of big boots walking on our wooden floor filled the house. I sat down next to the toilet again, pulling my legs up and letting my head rest on my knees. I prayed to god that my mother would not try to resist them. It would be her death. Many things were trashed, before the boots came terribly close. Too close.
I heard my mother's scream again and knew I was about to be found. The door opened and revealed a grinning man. He was bolt and ugly. Teeth were missing as he flashed a disgusting grin my way. "Found him!" he yelled triumphant. There were signs of blood on his green uniform. His hands were big and dirty, filled with scratches.
Roughly I was pulled to my feet. "Aren't you a beauty," he said, making my eyes widen. He dragged my out of the bathroom, were I was greeted my the wicked smiles of five other soldiers and my mother's red, frightened eyes. She looked at me as if it were her fault I was found. I looked at her, knowing instantly she wasn't going to let me go. I was pushed against the wall, but I never broke eye-contact with my mother. I knew that they were checking me out.
"Perfect," the bold pervert said, moving his hand over my chest and belly. "Blond, blue eyes, feminine, fragile. A real jewel. The guys are going to be so happy with this one,"
I gasped and realised all my worst nightmares were coming true. They did want boys and that was exactly what my mother was hiding from me.
"How old are you?" one of the soldiers asked, looking at me as if I were food and he hadn't eaten for weeks.
"Sixteen," I answered, looking to the ground.
"Take him," a soldier said, obviously the officer.
At this point my mother threw herself at his feet. "Please don't take him! Take me! He's the only thing I've got left. Don't take him!" she begged the officer, who was looking at her with a amused grin.
The utter disgust for him rushed through my veins. As I mentally begged my mother not to do this. I couldn't say anything, for a filthy hand was clapped over my mouth as they dragged my out of my house. I tried to resist and struggled with all my power. I was disgusted my myself, for I struggled like a girl which amused them even more.
"I will take you, after I get him into the truck," the officer said, grinning loudly.
Now it was my turn to scream. I realised what they were going to do to my mother. My mother was pretty, with blonde hair and a fragile figure. Just like me. I bit in the hand in front of my mouth. The officer cursed and slapped me on the back of my head with something hard. It felt like a stick. My sight blurred and I became dizzy. Frantically I tried to stay awake, but my sight suddenly went black.
Vaguely I heard my mother's screams, something I would never forget.
~*~
I woke up because of my uncle poking. I opened my eyes and saw in his eyes that something was pleasing him immensely. I frowned and sat up.
"Get your stuff!" he yelled, walking out of the room again.
My stuff? Oh no, it couldn't be...
The war had claimed lots of lives. More and more young boys were taken out of their houses to fight for the king. To fight for England and to die for England. He knew that his uncle was happy to give him away. They couldn't care less, although they did loose their slave...
His parents died in the previous war. His uncle was the only family he had, but this family didn't like him. They knew he was 'weird' and they teased him about it. He often cursed himself for this weird disease he had. Maybe it was the loneliness, but he doubted it.
He would be happy to leave here, but going into battle wasn't exactly his first choice.
"Why do I have to get my stuff?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He just wanted to be sure.
"Because you're going into battle. Dudley and me aren't going to, you know that. Someone in this family has to, and after a lot of thinking we decided that you are the perfect person. There will be lots of boys, truly paradise for you," His uncle laughed evilly.
"Yeah, beside the fact that I might be killed! And since when exactly have I been a member of this 'family'?" He spat, kicking an imaginary stone away.
"Hurry up, boy. You have to be ready in half an hour," his uncle yelled, totally ignoring his previous question.
"This is just great!" Harry said sarcastically to himself as he grabbed the few things he owned. Some clothes, a book, some soap and other things that were lying around on his dressing table.
He looked out of his window and saw boys stand before their houses bravely. Some of them kissed their mothers goodbye, some their girlfriends and some their wives. He didn't have any of them to kiss goodbye. Although he was pretty, muscular and well tanned, he didn't have a girlfriend. He had to thank his uncle and cousin for this. Not that he cared much, but he often noticed the affection girls seemed to have for him. They were too afraid to show that affection in front of his 'family'.
He pushed all his things in his bag and walked towards the door. Half of him was glad to go away the other half realised where he was going and hesitated.
He heard the trucks come closer and stepped outside. Not saying his goodbyes to his family. Now that he realised they really wanted him dead, he suddenly didn't feel like being polite to them anymore. Like he had done for years. They always told him how good they were for him, taking him. That they used him like a slave was only natural for them.
He closed the door behind him and took in a deep breath. He would survive this! Luckily he wasn't afraid to die, not as much as the other boys that is. Sometimes he thought about how glad he would be if this whole earthly thing was finally over and he would see his parents again. He hoped he would.
The trucks stopped in front of the house and a few men stepped out of the trucks. They came closer and stopped in front of him. His heart was beating loudly, as he looked at them.
"Name,"
"Potter, Harry." he answered the soldier, who looked kind of friendly.
"Age?"
"16," he answered again, the soldier's eyebrows were raised slightly.
"Are you sure? You're kind of small for 16,"
Harry was about to glare, but decided against it. "Yes, absolutely."
The soldier moved closer and checked his muscles, after nodding his approval he said, "Step into the truck,"
He did as he was told and walked towards the truck. He was greeted with darkness and soft sobbing. Silently he sat down next to a boy. When his eyes were adjusted to the light he noticed that most of the boys were older than he was and they were still sobbing.
Some more boys entered the truck, as he heard women cry loudly. Probably their mothers, girlfriends or wives. Apparently they didn't want to let go of their boys. A few women flung themselves at the truck, they're scared eyes made Harry's stomach turn.
Soldiers dragged the women away violently. Slapping and kicking them. The boys inside the truck tried to muffle their cries. He just turned away and looked the other way, he wouldn't stand to watch this.
After a few shots, only muffled screams were heard. Harry wondered if someone was really killed, or if it was just a warning. Whatever it was, Harry decided he didn't like going into battle. Nor did he like the soldiers. Inside he promised himself that he would never be like them.
The truck began to move. None of the boys said a word during the whole trip.
One of the soldiers told them they would be trained before going into battle, and that it was fun. He had mentally snorted sarcastically at that part. For he knew it was going to be utter horror going into battle and killing people.
Hell had just fallen down over them.
~^~
Please review and tell me what you think. I really want to continue this story, but if you don't like it... I won't.
Next chapter:
-Draco will be transferred to the battle-field -Harry will be trained -And in the end they'll meet
~Black Elf~
Summery: This is the story of two boys. Who met each other under horrible circumstances, but managed to fall in love. No Magic, No Hogwarts, only two boys in the year 1944. When the world is in war and nobody is to be trusted, miracles do happen.
Hey! This is my new story. It's about the cruelties that happened during the second world war. Think of what happened in Germany and Japan. I'm not talking about the Jewish people who were murdered. I'm talking about the girl (and boys!) who were raped during that time. The girls and boys were put into little barracks where they had to 'serve' the soldiers. They believed that if you had sex, you would not die in the battle. If you were a virgin? You would certainly die. (This is Japan, I'm talking about) There weren't enough women who volunteered to 'serve' the soldiers, so the army attacked villages. They took the girls with them, most of the time virgins to make sure they didn't have a transmittable disease. I did a lot of research before I started to write this story. Many people don't know about the awful things that happened during that war. That's why I want to write this story. Draco and Harry will be the main characters in my story. It will take place in England, not in Japan or Germany. I will use all my knowledge about the seconds world war, but it won't be a history lesson. Don't worry.
Warning: This is NOT a happy, fluffy story. There's rape, torture and murder in this fic. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story is Slash DM/HP, because they're beautiful together!
Disclaimer: I don't own these character's. I'm borrowing them to tell a story.
Thanks to my beta-reader: Jennifer
Now on to the story. I hope you like it! I'll try not to make it too cruel, but I won't make rape and murder more beautiful than they are. This is the prologue. If you like it and review longer chapters will be coming up.
~*~
It was February 1944. The world was at war. England had conquered most of Europe. Men were taken from their homes to go into battle. Women often disappeared, not to be seen ever again.
I heard stories about what happened in other villages. Troops would come into the village and pick out a group of girls or unmarried women. They had to stand in front of them, while the officers checked them. They even lifted their skirts sometimes to check on their legs. The next day they would come back and name a list of girls who were allowed to come with them to work in a factory. At least that is what they said, but deep down inside we all knew it wasn't what was going to happen. Our suppositions were much worse. We just glanced at each other, speaking silent words. We didn't speak out of respect for the parents from those poor girls. Who were desperately telling themselves that what the officers said was indeed true.
Of course mothers tried to hide their daughters, or made them dress as boys. This wasn't that successful. Soldiers just grabbed man in their crotches, if they looked slightly feminine. Girls didn't go to school anymore. Afraid of what might happen if soldiers came to collect them there, which often happened. So his class was practically empty. Boys had gone away to fight for the king if their father wasn't strong enough and girls stayed inside their houses.
At these times I was so thankful that I was a boy and not a girl. Although I wasn't 'normal' I could feel it inside me. I knew from the way my mother looked at me sometimes, that she knew so too. Girls adored me, my blond hair, my feminine features. He however couldn't care less, nor did he want to marry one of them.
Today he was sitting in front of his house. Where he lived with his mother. His father had gone into battle two years ago. They didn't hear a thing from him. In the war no news was good news.
Suddenly he heard a scream, he snapped out of his thoughts and looked to the side. His stomach turned. In the distance two trucks came riding towards their village. Looking around he noticed everybody was running towards their houses. Their faces showed signs of fear and disgust for the people coming closer and closer.
I didn't notice my mum was standing behind me until she put her hand on my shoulder. I turned around to meet her scared glance.
"It's better you go inside, Draconis." she whispered, looking away.
I frowned, why was it that I had to go inside? Was she hiding something for me? When I looked at her questionably, she turned away even more.
"Quickly," she added, dragging me out of my chair. Her gaze was fixed on the trucks, which weren't more than a few hundred feet away. "Don't let them see you,"
"Mother?" I asked, stepping into our house.
"Shh," she snapped, occupying the chair I had been sitting in a few seconds ago.
I walked towards my room, locking the door. My mum was probably just overreacting a bit. There was no way they wanted boys, right? And I'm far too fragile to fight in the war, besides my father already took that 'job'.
The sound of the trucks came closer and closer and suddenly stopped not far from their house. Even though he didn't believe they were here to get him, he didn't dare to look out of the window.
A few minutes later he heard screams, lots of screams. Oh my, they were next door. He couldn't resist it anymore and moved to his window. Slowly moving the curtains, looking outside.
Men in green, filthy robes were standing in front of their neighbour's house. One of them was holding the pretty girl that lived next to him. Others pointed their guns towards her mother, who was screaming and crying hysterically. She didn't want to let go of her daughter.
He heard a shot, a few screams. The eyes of the mother turned away as she collapsed on the ground. Now the girl started to scream, trying to fight the men off her. But they were far too strong and forced her into the truck. After that they moved to the next house, knocking on the door.
Dazed Draco let himself drop on the floor. This was the first time he saw someone being killed. He felt sick and moved to the bathroom, sitting next to the toilet in case it really did come out. The screams from outside penetrated every wall in their house.
A girlish scream escaped his lips when his mother entered the bathroom. Tears were running over her cheeks. I knew she had seen the murder, it was her best friend.
"Draconis," she snapped, stopping my scream. "you're going to get yourself killed if you keep screaming like that."
"Mother, is there something you're not telling me?" I asked, taking her into my arms as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Before she could answer my question, there was a loud knocking on the door. Her eyes widened with fear as she began to shake. "Stay here," she mouthed, as she straightened her dress and left the bathroom.
I heard their harsh voices and my mother's soft words, but I couldn't make up where they were talking about. Maybe I was too scared. I knew my mother was hiding something from me and it was something I didn't want to know. I thought my heart would come out. It was pounding so hard inside my chest and throat.
"SEARCH THE PLACE!" I suddenly heard, followed by one of my mother's screams.
The sounds of big boots walking on our wooden floor filled the house. I sat down next to the toilet again, pulling my legs up and letting my head rest on my knees. I prayed to god that my mother would not try to resist them. It would be her death. Many things were trashed, before the boots came terribly close. Too close.
I heard my mother's scream again and knew I was about to be found. The door opened and revealed a grinning man. He was bolt and ugly. Teeth were missing as he flashed a disgusting grin my way. "Found him!" he yelled triumphant. There were signs of blood on his green uniform. His hands were big and dirty, filled with scratches.
Roughly I was pulled to my feet. "Aren't you a beauty," he said, making my eyes widen. He dragged my out of the bathroom, were I was greeted my the wicked smiles of five other soldiers and my mother's red, frightened eyes. She looked at me as if it were her fault I was found. I looked at her, knowing instantly she wasn't going to let me go. I was pushed against the wall, but I never broke eye-contact with my mother. I knew that they were checking me out.
"Perfect," the bold pervert said, moving his hand over my chest and belly. "Blond, blue eyes, feminine, fragile. A real jewel. The guys are going to be so happy with this one,"
I gasped and realised all my worst nightmares were coming true. They did want boys and that was exactly what my mother was hiding from me.
"How old are you?" one of the soldiers asked, looking at me as if I were food and he hadn't eaten for weeks.
"Sixteen," I answered, looking to the ground.
"Take him," a soldier said, obviously the officer.
At this point my mother threw herself at his feet. "Please don't take him! Take me! He's the only thing I've got left. Don't take him!" she begged the officer, who was looking at her with a amused grin.
The utter disgust for him rushed through my veins. As I mentally begged my mother not to do this. I couldn't say anything, for a filthy hand was clapped over my mouth as they dragged my out of my house. I tried to resist and struggled with all my power. I was disgusted my myself, for I struggled like a girl which amused them even more.
"I will take you, after I get him into the truck," the officer said, grinning loudly.
Now it was my turn to scream. I realised what they were going to do to my mother. My mother was pretty, with blonde hair and a fragile figure. Just like me. I bit in the hand in front of my mouth. The officer cursed and slapped me on the back of my head with something hard. It felt like a stick. My sight blurred and I became dizzy. Frantically I tried to stay awake, but my sight suddenly went black.
Vaguely I heard my mother's screams, something I would never forget.
~*~
I woke up because of my uncle poking. I opened my eyes and saw in his eyes that something was pleasing him immensely. I frowned and sat up.
"Get your stuff!" he yelled, walking out of the room again.
My stuff? Oh no, it couldn't be...
The war had claimed lots of lives. More and more young boys were taken out of their houses to fight for the king. To fight for England and to die for England. He knew that his uncle was happy to give him away. They couldn't care less, although they did loose their slave...
His parents died in the previous war. His uncle was the only family he had, but this family didn't like him. They knew he was 'weird' and they teased him about it. He often cursed himself for this weird disease he had. Maybe it was the loneliness, but he doubted it.
He would be happy to leave here, but going into battle wasn't exactly his first choice.
"Why do I have to get my stuff?" He asked, already knowing the answer. He just wanted to be sure.
"Because you're going into battle. Dudley and me aren't going to, you know that. Someone in this family has to, and after a lot of thinking we decided that you are the perfect person. There will be lots of boys, truly paradise for you," His uncle laughed evilly.
"Yeah, beside the fact that I might be killed! And since when exactly have I been a member of this 'family'?" He spat, kicking an imaginary stone away.
"Hurry up, boy. You have to be ready in half an hour," his uncle yelled, totally ignoring his previous question.
"This is just great!" Harry said sarcastically to himself as he grabbed the few things he owned. Some clothes, a book, some soap and other things that were lying around on his dressing table.
He looked out of his window and saw boys stand before their houses bravely. Some of them kissed their mothers goodbye, some their girlfriends and some their wives. He didn't have any of them to kiss goodbye. Although he was pretty, muscular and well tanned, he didn't have a girlfriend. He had to thank his uncle and cousin for this. Not that he cared much, but he often noticed the affection girls seemed to have for him. They were too afraid to show that affection in front of his 'family'.
He pushed all his things in his bag and walked towards the door. Half of him was glad to go away the other half realised where he was going and hesitated.
He heard the trucks come closer and stepped outside. Not saying his goodbyes to his family. Now that he realised they really wanted him dead, he suddenly didn't feel like being polite to them anymore. Like he had done for years. They always told him how good they were for him, taking him. That they used him like a slave was only natural for them.
He closed the door behind him and took in a deep breath. He would survive this! Luckily he wasn't afraid to die, not as much as the other boys that is. Sometimes he thought about how glad he would be if this whole earthly thing was finally over and he would see his parents again. He hoped he would.
The trucks stopped in front of the house and a few men stepped out of the trucks. They came closer and stopped in front of him. His heart was beating loudly, as he looked at them.
"Name,"
"Potter, Harry." he answered the soldier, who looked kind of friendly.
"Age?"
"16," he answered again, the soldier's eyebrows were raised slightly.
"Are you sure? You're kind of small for 16,"
Harry was about to glare, but decided against it. "Yes, absolutely."
The soldier moved closer and checked his muscles, after nodding his approval he said, "Step into the truck,"
He did as he was told and walked towards the truck. He was greeted with darkness and soft sobbing. Silently he sat down next to a boy. When his eyes were adjusted to the light he noticed that most of the boys were older than he was and they were still sobbing.
Some more boys entered the truck, as he heard women cry loudly. Probably their mothers, girlfriends or wives. Apparently they didn't want to let go of their boys. A few women flung themselves at the truck, they're scared eyes made Harry's stomach turn.
Soldiers dragged the women away violently. Slapping and kicking them. The boys inside the truck tried to muffle their cries. He just turned away and looked the other way, he wouldn't stand to watch this.
After a few shots, only muffled screams were heard. Harry wondered if someone was really killed, or if it was just a warning. Whatever it was, Harry decided he didn't like going into battle. Nor did he like the soldiers. Inside he promised himself that he would never be like them.
The truck began to move. None of the boys said a word during the whole trip.
One of the soldiers told them they would be trained before going into battle, and that it was fun. He had mentally snorted sarcastically at that part. For he knew it was going to be utter horror going into battle and killing people.
Hell had just fallen down over them.
~^~
Please review and tell me what you think. I really want to continue this story, but if you don't like it... I won't.
Next chapter:
-Draco will be transferred to the battle-field -Harry will be trained -And in the end they'll meet
~Black Elf~