Savior Chapter one
The Quidditch World cup had been the most amazing thing Harry had ever experienced so far in his short life. Adrenalin pumped through his veins as he, Hermione, and the Weasleys joined the shouts and cheers that rose higher and louder as the game continued on
Sitting on the opposite side of him, was an empty seat, and a terrified house elf by the name of Winky. She only talked to them for a brief moment before going back to her position of shutting her eyes and holding onto her seat for dear life.
Harry felt knew there was something not right about the picture. Even though Winky claimed that she was only holding the seats for her master, Harry knew that there was something more to it. There was no way that anyone would go through all the trouble to buy two World Cup tickets, force their house elf to sit in them when she was afraid of heights, and then not bother to show up anyway.
Every now and again, he could swear that there was someone sitting in the empty seat next to him. Whether the mysterious presence was watching him, or the game Harry didn't know, and didn't care enough to voice his opinion.
He was too engrossed in the match to have any care in the world. The audience cheered as Victor Krum caught the Golden Snitch and won the Quidditch World Cup. Harry had a smile on his face that refused to disappear, even after everyone went to bed.
As they were asleep loud booming noises appeared outside their tent. Harry thought that some rowdy witches and wizards were still celebrating. He was quickly proven wrong when he realized that he didn't hear shouts of celebration, but screams of horror. Some wizards in strange masks had decided to throw their own celebration by tossing people in the air and setting tents on fire. People were running around screaming, and crying. Mr. Weasley had told them to stick together as they made their escape to the portkey.
They were pushed and shoved in every direction. Harry ended up separated from the group as he was shoved onto the ground by a terrified man trying to escape the chaos. Harry couldn't pick himself up off the ground. Every time he tried some other person would somehow find him and end up accidently kicking him back down in their attempt to escape. Eventually, Harry was knocked out by a tent that had been thrown in the air and conveniently landing on top of him.
The darkness consumed him instantly. His senses ceased working and his thoughts never came. He laid there in the violence and the chaos until the fires had long since stopped burning, and the people had escaped to safety.
The first thing he noticed when he finally started to gain consciousness was the smell. It reminded him of the time that he, Ron and the twins had decided to light some fireworks but just ended up setting fire to the clothes that Mrs. Weasley had left on the clothes line. The smell overpowered all his other senses and made it difficult to catch his breath as he started coughing.
Second, he noticed the silence. Before, there was shouting and screaming and curses being thrown in every direction. He hoped he could hear someone searching for him but there was nothing. There wasn't even the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.
Next was the cold. It was unnatural and seemed to surround him like a fog. The summer was not over yet, so the air should have not made him shiver like it did.
Finally, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. The tents that were once so colorful and filled with laughter were now burnt to a crisp. Smoke and ash were still hanging in the air, and a bright green skull with a snake slithering out of its mouth was painted in the sky.
Harry slowly picked himself off the ground and, with difficulty, shoved the tent that knocked him out off of him and dusted himself off. His head ached, and his chest hurt from being knocked out. Surprisingly, his glasses were still on his nose and only slightly cracked. The silence became eerie when, somehow, he realized he was not alone. He could not see or hear anyone but, Harry knew that someone was watching him. He reached into his pocket where he was about to grab his wand. Before Harry pull it out, he felt another wand press against the back of his neck.
"Now what would you be doing out here when all the other fools have run away," a rough voice asked making Harry's blood run cold. "Turn around," the voice commanded. Ever so slowly, he turned around to face his attacker.
"It's you," the man gasped, wand pointed at Harry's chest. He was much taller than Harry. His clothes hung off him as if he had suddenly shrunk five sizes and hadn't bothered worry about his clothes. "You're still here," he said almost to himself.
"Umm…yes," Harry answered confused.
"Why are you still here? Why haven't you run away in fear like those muggle loving fools," the man spat. He circled around Harry, eyeing him up and down. "Answer me!"
"I was knocked out," he said quickly.
"You were there… with the B-… I saw you… looked right at me," the man seemed to stare at Harry as if the was the most interesting thing to have ever walked the earth. "You were sitting next to me. You looked right at me."
Harry remained silent. He knew that there was no possible way for this man to have sat next to him. There was only Ron, and the house elf Winky. "Unless" he thought as he looked down at what the man was holding. It was a large silvery piece of fabric that looked similar to his invisibility cloak. "So there was someone sitting there."
"Where are your friends," the man asked still staring at him.
"Looking for me," he knew that he shouldn't let the man think that he is alone. Harry took a step back. "So, I'll just be going now…"
"I can help you find them," the man took a step forward, and lowered his wand. "There could still be Death eaters around and who knows what else."
"No thanks. I can find them on my own." Harry told him while taking another step back.
"Nonsense!" he said suddenly very chipper. The man stepped forward motioning for Harry to move as well. "Safety in numbers and all that, you know." He put his hand on Harry's back to push him forward.
They fell in step beside each other, the man's wand was still out and ready for any danger that they may face. Harry made sure not to walk to close to the possibly dangerous man. "What's your name," he asked.
"Bartemius Crouch Jr., sir, at your service. My friends call me Barty," he said happily while giving a dramatic bow. "Now I already know your name but just as a formality, what's yours?"
"Harry." It was nice for Harry to be able to introduce himself for once, even if it was to a person as strange as him. No one let him do it anymore. People were always so quick to prove that they knew his name that it got annoying.
"So, Harry, how did you enjoy the match?" Barty began twirling his wand in-between his fingers.
"It was okay…" he said unsure.
"Looked more than okay to me. It was brilliant that's what it was. And to be able to watch it from so high up! You aren't afraid of heights are you?"
"No. I play Quidditch."
"Do you now? What position?"
Harry was quickly starting to become more comfortable with Barty. They chatted as they walked towards who knows where. Barty kept making jokes to lighten the awkward situation, making Harry laugh light heartedly.
"What were you doing up there in an invisibility cloak," Harry finally asked curiously.
"My father doesn't like the idea of people knowing I exist," Barty said bitterly. "He put that damned house elf up there to make sure that I wouldn't run off, or talk to anyone."
"Why would he do that," Harry asked.
"He thinks I make bad decisions and I can't take care of myself."
"I know what you mean. My relatives did the same thing to me. Except they never took me with them when they did something fun like this."
"Oh really," Barty seemed to lose his chipper attitude.
"When I was still in grade school, I came home one day to find the entire house empty. It turned out; they had gone camping for the weekend and… forgot me. Although, they didn't forget to lock up the food in case intruders came into the house." Harry didn't know why he was telling Barty this. He never talks about his home life to anyone. But, Harry felt like he could trust Barty although he didn't know why. Harry frowned; he didn't really want to think about his relatives.
Barty put a hand on his shoulder "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Harry gave him a small smile. "Don't tell anyone about me either. Can't have dear old dad know I've been talking about him behind his back if you know what I mean."
Harry understood perfectly. He could remember countless times where he would be sick from not being allowed to eat or his uncle would beat him to hard or too long. "If you tell anyone ill make sure you get double next time," his uncle would say.
"Yeah, I do," Harry responded. Barty beamed at him and led them onwards.
Soon, Harry was telling jokes and happier stories with along with him. Harry still didn't know exactly where they were going, but he trusted Barty to lead the way. Suddenly, Barty stopped them and put a finger to his lips.
Two loud voices could be heard arguing in the distance. As they were getting closer, Barty shoved Harry to the ground and got on top of him.
"What are you doing," Harry whispered. Barty just shushed him, pulled the invisibility cloak over them, and wrapped his arm around Harry's waist to keep him still. "Stop it. What if they are looking for…" Barty put his hand over Harry's mouth to silence him.
They both laid there as silent as the dead, listening to the voices come closer.
"How much further?"
"I don't know."
"We'll never make it. We are going to Azkaban for sure."
"Will you shut up!"
"What idiot decided to throw the Dark Mark into the sky? That wasn't part of the plan. We are doomed! We are going to-"
"I said SHUT UP you IDIOT!" A loud slap echoed around them. "If you keep talking then they would have to be complete morons to not find us. I don't want to fight a bunch of aurors, do you?"
"Yeah, you're right." One of the voices started laughing. "Hey, wouldn't it be fun to kill them? You know, for old times' sake?"
Two men in masks stood only a few feet from where they were hiding. Under the invisibility cloak, Harry couldn't breathe. The cold he felt before was replaced with the heat of their bodies pressed together. He felt Barty breathe on his neck, and his hand was still covering his mouth.
"Did you see that Potter kid," the question made Harry freeze. "What do think the chances of us hitting him were?"
The taller one sighed "I don't know you idiot."
"If I killed him, I wouldn't stop bragging about it. Could you imagine? Me? The one who killed the kid that blew up the Dark Lord?"
The taller man turned to the other one and growled "One more word and I kill you. Then I'll start bragging that I FINALLY shut you UP!" The two masked men kept walking without another word.
Harry and Barty did not dare to make a sound until they were both out of sight. The heat under the cloak eventually became unbearable for Harry and he tried to wriggle his way out from under Barty. For some reason, Barty only increased his hold on Harry and wouldn't let him go.
"You can let me go now," He tried to say through Barty's hand but it only came out as muffled noise.
"Didn't you hear them?" Barty held onto Harry even tighter. "They were going to kill you. I saved you."
Barty didn't sound as friendly as he did. In fact, he was starting to scare Harry.
"Let me go," he tried to speak again.
Barty put his head in Harry's neck. "I saved you. Don't you get that? You can't leave; they'll find you and kill you."
Harry began to struggle against Barty to try to escape but he was too strong for him. Harry bit down on his hand. Barty hissed and wrapped it around Harry, so he was using his whole body to keep him trapped.
"Barty let me go, I have to get back," Harry tried to reason. "My friends are worried."
"No…" Barty was quickly becoming frantic. "No, no, no they'll send you back won't they? They'll send you back to your relatives. You don't want to go back do you?"
"What are you talking about? Just let me go." Harry was able to turn so that he was face to face with him and tried kicking his way out, but Barty pulled out his wand and said a spell that sent an electric shock through him, making him cry out in pain.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I'm so sorry," Barty pleaded. "I didn't mean to, but you can't leave. They couldn't protect you could they? They left you here! If I wasn't here to save you, who knows what those men could have done to you!"
Harry was panicking now. This man was clearly insane, and he had him trapped. "No let me go!" Harry was struggling even harder to get out from under the dangerous man.
"No, you can't leave. You can't! Your friends can't take care of you! But, I can! We had so much fun together these last few hours." Barty looked straight into Harry's eyes. "Don't leave me…"Barty then forced their mouths together.
"HMM!" Harry tried to push him off but he was too strong. The man took his hands within his own and forced them above his head. When he tried moving his head to the side, Barty just latched himself onto Harry's neck and began sucking and biting. Screaming didn't work either. His mouth was quickly filled with a gag thanks to Barty's quick spellwork.
"Shhh," Barty whispered. "They could find us. They could take you back." He began grinding himself against Harry, making him try kicking his legs out against Barty to make him stop. "Please stop. I don't want to hurt you again. I can make you happier than they can I'll prove it" Harry didn't listen. He continued to struggle against him, only succeeding in making Barty angry.
"Crucio."
Indescribable pain unlike and Harry had ever felt, ripped through his entire body. He couldn't remember where he was or what he was doing. Even his thoughts became painful to him.
When the curse was finally lifted, Harry found that his hands had been tied behind his back and his trousers where around his ankles. His legs had been forced apart as far as they would go with Barty grinding against him, both of their members in one hand. The other hand was on the back of Harry's head, forcing it back so he could attack his throat again.
Harry screamed against his gag, and mentally pleading for the man to stop. Every time he struggled or fought back against him, the man would mutter the same awful curse again. Harry lost count how many times he cursed him, but he refused to give up. He was beginning to feel helpless as the man continued on as if Harry's struggled were not discouraging him at all.
"It's alright Harry. I won't let them take you away. You won't have to go back to them. we can stay together," Barty whispered in his ear. "I'll protect you, don't worry." He could hear the man moaning in his ear, and touching him. With every thrust, the man moaned louder and louder.
"Please help me," Harry thought. "Anyone, anything, please..." He began to feel hopeless and started crying.
Finally, the man stopped and just lay on top of him. Harry could feel something hot in-between his legs. He had never felt so disgusted with himself in his entire life.
The man suddenly began laughing. He looked down at Harry with the same smile he had when Harry thought he was safe. "Oh yes… I'll protect you Harry." Began kissing and nibbling down his cheek. "I won't let anyone else touch you."
The man then pulled both his and Harry's trousers back up. But, not before biting down on the inside of Harry's leg, leaving a deep and bleeding mark behind.
Harry was sobbing into his gag, as Barty picked him up off the ground and forced him to stand. "Let's go," He commanded, while pushing his wand into Harry's back to encourage him forward.
Barty kept his arm around him as they walked and keeping their heads close together in a mockery of two lovers out for a midnight stroll.
"We need to stick together and stay quiet," Barty whispered to him. "Or else someone could find us, and take you away. I don't know how many people I will be able to take if someone were to find us."
Harry was revolted every time Barty would lean in close and whisper some sort of reassurance that they would be okay together in his ear. They hadn't been walking for long when they heard more voices in the distance. This time, Harry recognized them.
"Harry!"
"Harry, where are you!" It was Ron and Hermione Calling his name. There were other people shouting as well, but Harry only recognized the voice of Mr. Weasley.
Apparently, Barty recognized one of the voices too, because he started saying "No, no, no! Not him, anything but him!"
Harry tried his best to push Barty away and make as much noise as he could to attract their attention. It must have worked because shouts of "Over Here! I Heard something overhere," came from the other direction.
Barty spun Harry around and looked at him with pleading eyes. "Harry, why did you do that?" the voices started getting closer and closer. "I'm so sorry. I have to leave you. I can't stay, but don't worry! We will be together again." With a forceful kiss against his gagged mouth, Barty threw the invisibility cloak over himself and vanished.
When they finally found Harry, he seemed to be paralyzed into staring at the spot where Barty had disappeared. Arthur Weasley had to verbally defend him against one man's accusations that he had cast the Dark Mark in the sky.
When the man in questioned was introduced as Bartemius Crouch Sr., Harry leaned over and vomited his dinner in the grass. This man had to be Barty's father; their names sounded so similar. Harry should have told him exactly what his son had been doing. But, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The very thought of Barty made him shake with fear.
When the arurors surrounding them questioned him, they did it relentlessly. Uncaring that Harry looked as though he had just been tortured.
"Where have you been?"
"Why were you tied up?"
"Who did this to you?"
Harry couldn't answer. The only thing he could do was point in the direction where he was attacked, and hope that they were able to find his attacker that was able to charm him so easily.
Authors note
This is the first time I have ever written a story like this. Please, please, tell me how I did and how I can fix anything that's wrong.
thank you so much for reading!