The darkness had entered his soul and had buried itself there. All he saw
was pain, death, torture, and blood. He smelt blood. He felt blood. He ate
blood. All he did associated the word and object of blood. Blood was his
life. Blood was his savior. That was all he needed to get away from the
world. He no longer could feel the knife cutting into his skin. He could no
longer taste the cum in his mouth when he was raped. He could no longer
wonder what his friends were doing because he mind was fogged with blood.
He was trapped and nobody could save him. The death-eaters were at his cell
day and night. Every day they called to him, mocked him, for he was trapped
and his soul had ceased to exist. Blood, he called. Every day it would
claim him, then every night it would let him go. He hadn't slept for one
whole year. He hadn't eaten for two. He drank water constantly, because
that was all they gave him. And that was all he needed.
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Harry's head shot up when he heard a light padding on the floor. Not death- eater feat, they wore boots all damn day. A foot came into his view, a bare foot. He heard a rattle as keys unlocked his cage that was more like hell. He looked up and his now dull emerald eyes locked with silver. A hand came out of no where and lifted his bloody, bruised, and naked body up off the dusty ground.
Come on. We need to get out of here.
A gentle voice. So soft it was angelic. Though he wanted freedom, he wanted pain all the more. He tried to fight and effectively pushed the hands off of him. Sad eyes. He needed the blood, didn't they see that?
Harry, we need to get out of here. Your friends are at Hogwarts.
To many words. The only word he heard was friends. Friends. Hermione. Ron. Charlie. Bill. Ginny. Fred. George. Charlie. Did he remember him any more? Did he still love him? Was he searching for him? He needed his friends, he decided. He started to lift himself up. The hands grabbed him again. He let them this time. He needed to get out of this fucking hell-hole. Hr started walking toward the light. He limped. He whimpered. But he walked. The light was his beacon of hope. His one link to the outside world.
A little more, Harry.
A little more, he repeated to himself, a little more. The light was bright. But, his life depended on it. He felt the hands hand him something and he touched it and he quickly grabbed onto his new savior. He landed with a thud and screamed at the pain.
Shhh, we are almost there.
Where?
The first words he had said in more then a year. Hogwarts.
He was happy for the first time in three years. Hogwarts. His home. No more would he stay in that dingy cell. No more would he only drink water and eat blood. No more.
He looked around the hall for Charlie.
Where is he?
Who?
Charlie.
An intake of breath.
He went over to the dark side.
He fainted.
Silver eyes again. He grabbed the face they belonged to.
Who are you?
Draco Malfoy.
He cried out and buried his head in his robes.
Why did he go to the dark side?
I don't know.
I loved him!
Well, I love you, but that doesn't help me at all.
Staring. Loved him? Then, when he looked into the silver orbs, he realized. He loved him, too.
I love you, too.
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Harry's head shot up when he heard a light padding on the floor. Not death- eater feat, they wore boots all damn day. A foot came into his view, a bare foot. He heard a rattle as keys unlocked his cage that was more like hell. He looked up and his now dull emerald eyes locked with silver. A hand came out of no where and lifted his bloody, bruised, and naked body up off the dusty ground.
Come on. We need to get out of here.
A gentle voice. So soft it was angelic. Though he wanted freedom, he wanted pain all the more. He tried to fight and effectively pushed the hands off of him. Sad eyes. He needed the blood, didn't they see that?
Harry, we need to get out of here. Your friends are at Hogwarts.
To many words. The only word he heard was friends. Friends. Hermione. Ron. Charlie. Bill. Ginny. Fred. George. Charlie. Did he remember him any more? Did he still love him? Was he searching for him? He needed his friends, he decided. He started to lift himself up. The hands grabbed him again. He let them this time. He needed to get out of this fucking hell-hole. Hr started walking toward the light. He limped. He whimpered. But he walked. The light was his beacon of hope. His one link to the outside world.
A little more, Harry.
A little more, he repeated to himself, a little more. The light was bright. But, his life depended on it. He felt the hands hand him something and he touched it and he quickly grabbed onto his new savior. He landed with a thud and screamed at the pain.
Shhh, we are almost there.
Where?
The first words he had said in more then a year. Hogwarts.
He was happy for the first time in three years. Hogwarts. His home. No more would he stay in that dingy cell. No more would he only drink water and eat blood. No more.
He looked around the hall for Charlie.
Where is he?
Who?
Charlie.
An intake of breath.
He went over to the dark side.
He fainted.
Silver eyes again. He grabbed the face they belonged to.
Who are you?
Draco Malfoy.
He cried out and buried his head in his robes.
Why did he go to the dark side?
I don't know.
I loved him!
Well, I love you, but that doesn't help me at all.
Staring. Loved him? Then, when he looked into the silver orbs, he realized. He loved him, too.
I love you, too.
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