Dark Embrace
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Warnings: Dark story with many confronting themes.
Characters: everyone.
Prologue
A death rattle…
A steady drip of blood onto stone…
The soft echoing of footsteps…
Darkness enveloped him in a cocoon of fear and despair. It was suffocating, intruding and hellish. He was trapped with no hope of an escape.
The footsteps stopped.
His death rattle quickened. Let me die.
"We have taken away your eyes, Harry Potter," the cold voice spoke, puncturing the swirling dark. "A gift for Severus."
There was a titter of laughter somewhere in the dark void. Bellatrix!
"We have taken away your dignity."
His rattling breath quivered at the very thought of what he had endured.
"We have taken away the very thing that makes you a man, Harry."
He had no energy to fight, to retaliate and to even speak a few choice words. He wanted to die.
"Your friends all think you died months ago. And while my servants have had their fair share of enjoyment, I think you are on the verge of death because of their many exploits. I will have those Death Eaters punished… because your death is unfortunately one I cannot afford now."
Harry would have loved to laugh. It would've drowned out Voldemort's victorious voice.
Cold fingers prodded his scar. Yet he could not fight back. "Good, Harry… you have given up."
Harry hoped that somewhere out there people would continue to fight.
"Are you ready, Harry? Are you ready to be my Horcrux forever?"
His mouth was pried open and he felt a cold rim of a goblet touch his lips.
The death rattle quivered again. Harry wanted to go with a bang and so he used the very little life he had left to speak. "C-clo…ser. Closer."
"What is it, Harry?"
"Ffff…" Harry inhaled deeply. He knew when he exhaled his heart would stop. "Fuck you!" he spat and it felt great.
The liquid was poured down his throat before death had the chance to take him.