Here we are with chapter 2! It's a bit shorter then I would have liked but I needed a stopping point. I've love to read your feedback! Be sure to leave some before you go :3

Edit: I changed a couple things, wording wise, nothing major.

The sound of a heavy door closing woke Harry.

For a few disorienting seconds he just laid where he was, opening his eyes and half expecting to see anything familiar in front of him. Only when his eyes focused behind his glasses and his proper vision returned did Harry bolt upright. He immediately regretted this decision just as a shooting pain struck him, not at his scar, but throughout his entire head.

He remembered the rock coming down on him once, twice, and felt in the back for the wound. A substantial amount of blood had matted his unruly hair but it was cracked and dry. How long had he been out?

When his head eventually formed some semblance of steadiness, Harry stood and looked around the room. It was made of nothing but stone; the floor, the walls. Harry shuffled towards a small window, just big enough to fit his arm through. He could hear the ocean and feel the sunlight on his hand. For a moment he thought they were on a beach somewhere but when he stood on his toes to peer out through the hole in the wall he saw only water, no land in sight.

Something stirred and groaned to the left of Harry and he turned swiftly to see a very dazed Draco waking up. There was silence for a moment before Draco whipped around. His eyes caught Harry's and all color drained him from his already pale face.

"Where are we?" Draco's voice sounded gruff, unused, but he cleared his throat and tried to speak again and failed.

Harry moved away from the window and sat down next to Draco. "I don't know. Somewhere far away. I think the middle of the ocean."

If there had been a hint of color left in Draco's face it would have disappeared instantly. Instead he sat up and stared at the iron door opposite the window. Harry followed his gaze and noted that this must be the heavy door he heard upon waking up. It was iron and old with a flap at the bottom and a tiny door at the top. There were no bars or gates on either side of the door, only stone.

Harry wanted to apologize to Draco, to vow that he'd find a way out of this prison cell but just then the iron door swung up, groaning loudly.

Voldemort emerged over the threshold and grinned.

Draco scrambled back as far as he could get which startled Harry. He would have moved but he felt glued to his spot on the floor.

Harry looked up at the Dark Lord as he glided into the room. Anger instantly rose in his chest and his hands began to shake, in fact the rest of him was beginning to shake as his anxiety grew. "Wh-"

"Crucio."

Screams erupted behind Harry as Draco was hit with the curse neither were prepared for. He'd been thrown to the floor, his back arching unnaturally high, and his limbs jutting in odd directions. His screaming intensified as they bounced off the walls around them.

Harry was so shocked it took him a second to get to his feet. He yelled at Voldemort but couldn't tear his attention away from Draco. "Stop! Stop!" And Voldemort complied. He ended the curse and Draco fell to the ground.

Tears that came instantly with the pain fell down the blonde's face as he lay seemingly broken on the floor. He whimpered, his eyes wide like two silver orbs as he turned to look at Harry and then at Voldemort.

They had no time to take a breath before Voldemort again simply muttered. "Crucio."

Draco's body contorted in ways almost inhumanly possible. His screams continued to echo around them all, piercing Harry's ears and drowning out any other noise. He turned then to face Voldemort. "Stop! You'll kill him!"

Voldemort's gaze shifted from the delightful sight of Draco twisting in agony, to Harry, and his expression halted in the stare. Green so vibrant, so bright, so clearly distressed stared back him, horror stricken. The Dark Lord ceased his torture on Draco immediately but he continued to stare back at Harry with an almost contemplative look on his face.

Then without a word, Voldemort turned and swiftly left the cell, slamming the iron door shut behind him.

Harry stood there, confused and strangely heart broken, not sure if his hearing had failed him or if Draco had stopped screaming. He turned and hurried to other's side, kneeling and trying to examine what he could. Draco stared up at him, too weak to move at the moment.

They both waited for Draco's rapid breathing to calm before Harry helped him up, sitting him back against the wall. Harry's eyes found Draco's again and at the sight of the other's tear stained face his own began to well up.

"Draco, I'm so sorry." The words came out cracked and half wilted as Harry's resolve began to slowly drain away.

The small patch of sunlight the tiny window afforded the room had gone out, alerting Harr that time had passed and it was night. Both had not moved since the Dark Lord had left. Draco had eventually passed out, slumped against the wall, his head resting forward and his messy blonde hair obscuring a bit of his face. Harry stayed awake though, adrenaline still pumping through his veins, thoughts running wild in his mind. He watched Draco's even breathing, in and out, in and out, and it became a calming rhythmic thing to watch.

A chill had set in and caused Harry to finally stir. He walked to the small window and stuck his hand out to feel the outside air, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. He couldn't stay there forever though and moved to sit down beside Draco, wondering if the blonde would mind if Harry sat as close as possible. For now that meant arm against arm, shoulder against shoulder. Draco made a small noise but never woke and eventually Harry felt sleep crawl into his bones. He leaned his head against Draco's and sighed again, heavy eyelids finally closing.

Again, the sound of a door closing jolted Harry awake and as he sat up he bumped Draco awake in the process. He looked around to see if anyone had come in but all he saw was a tray with plates of food sitting by the bottom flap of the door.

Harry didn't have much of an appetite but he shuffled to stand and walked over to the tray anyway. Draco yawned and watched Harry bring the tray back to them. He too didn't have an appetite but Harry offered him first pick.

"I'm not hungry." Draco mumbled, trying to stretch and failing as he grimaced from a pulled muscle.

"I don't care. You need to eat." Harry's word were resolute. Not wanting to start a fight, Draco begrudgingly grabbed a roll and took a bite out of it. As he chewed his eyebrows raised and he nodded towards the food as if to silently tell Harry he needed to eat too.

They sat there together and ate the food off the tray, eyeing each other. The shift between them had been sudden and though Draco had offered to sacrifice himself by helping Harry in the forest, the shift only now seemed to be a big effect between the two.

A quiet understanding that neither was the enemy towards the other anymore.

They were in this together.

After a few silent minutes, Harry finished off the last of their divided food and sighed. "Why are we still alive?" He felt the words he'd spoken wash over him, a final realization that he should be dead. Why else had he gone to the forest if not to die by Voldemort's hands?

Draco shrugged and slid the tray away with his foot. "Beats me."

Harry eyed Draco, watching his demeanor shift, harden a little. "Are you okay?" He tried to sound concerned but it came off accusatory.

His demeanor shifted a lot, a bit defensive even. "I'm fine." Draco jutted his chin out, determined to have it be true.

A ghost of a smile passed by Harry's lips but vanished as fast as it appeared. He didn't want to say it out loud, the thought that kept repeatedly crossing his mind. He wanted to stay optimistic but he could see the pain inflicted on Draco from just the day before and knew it would be impossible to keep any semblance of hope alive.

They were doomed.

"Harry?"

It was quiet, almost too quiet that Harry thought it was just the wind and that he was hearing his name carried on it from somewhere far off. Instead he looked up to see Draco watching him, eyes soft and upset. Had his name come from Draco's mouth? Sure he'd started calling Malfoy by his first name awhile ago but for some reason hearing his name come out of the blonde's mouth so gently startled him a bit.

Whether it be a chill in the air or a chill in his bones, Harry shuddered, goosebumps rising on his skin, as their gaze lay unbroken.

"D-don't give up."

Draco suddenly felt small and inwardly cringed but he meant what he said. "You can't give up now."

If only Draco had known how little those words meant to Harry, but he smiled back reassuringly all the same. "I won't."