Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter sadly…
'Blah'-thoughts
"Blah"-speaking
'Blah'-Kyuubi
Chapter 2: The Dirt Whispered
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Ou-
"BREATHE!I CAN'T-"
The blonde floundered, flopping uselessly to the floor. His chest heaved and his eyes watered uncontrollably as he took in large gulps of air. Unfocused, his eyes slid frantically around the room, his body fluttering sporadically on the dirt floor of the cell.
"How interesting." The phrase was uttered with the fascination one would give an experiment on display, and it made Harry's skin crawl with familiarity. He felt his lips (no no, not his not hi-) open once more. "Truly, you are a most…."he stopped, paused, considered, "intriguing specimen." Harry's stomach churned at the statement. The blonde boy merely lay there (for he was a boy, he couldn't be older than-) panting, eyes glazed and pained. Harry nodded (NO! NOT ME!VOLDEMO-) to the Death Eater calmly waiting nearby to continue. He wordlessly raised his wand, a slim streak of red erupting from the tip and smashing against the boy.
"ARGHHHHH!"
He watched in sheer fascination (disgust, how could they do thi-) as the cutting curse sliced his arm through and through, the severed appendage dangling precariously by a thin strand of skin before snapping and unstitching completely. The blonde screeched inhumanly, blood and vomit sliding from his mouth and (his arm, oh god stop, stop, STOP-) the now useless limb lying next to him in a pool of body fluids. The silence was only broken by the boy's desperate wrenching sobs, and the audience of two waited and watched in bated silence.
It slid out slowly, the red swirl of energy seeming to caress the dismembered arm before winding around it fluidly and dragging it back to its host's body. They watched as the bone cracked back together, the veins and capillaries matching up, the muscles and skin knitting and stitching together to leave nothing but tanned, smooth skin in its wake.
"Absolutely fascinating."
Thousands of miles away, one Harry Potter awoke on the floor of his bedroom before stumbling blindly into the bathroom and retching.
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'Wak….'
Naruto groaned, curling pathetically into a ball, cradling his arm gently. His body throbbed, his eyes burned, and the pain in his arm was excruciating.
'….p you pathetic lit…."
He curled in on himself even tighter; desperately wishing the dirty floor would simply swallow him up completely. His once prized orange jumpsuit hung on him in ugly, stained tatters, and his once blue sandals were a disgusting, slimy colored gray from weeks spent in filth. He reached up, hands shaking, and rubbed remorsefully at the spot where his headband had been. Tears of frustration gathered in his eyes, and he scrubbed away at them angrily.
'Stupid-Stupid-Stupid!'
'Finally, something we can both agree on.'
The Kyuubi's mocking voice sent another stab of white-hot anger through him, and his eyes, unseen by anyone else, flickered red.
'Shut the fuck up, you sorry excuse for a demon!'
'Impudent mortal! It's your fault in the first place that we are even here, you useless bag of flesh!'
Naruto's lips curled back in a soundless snarl, his nails digging almost painfully into the floor. In his mind's eye, he could see the giant fox pacing restlessly around his cage, long tails thrashing in irritation, thick ropes of saliva dripping from his massive jaws. He looked like an overgrown cat that had gotten water thrown on him. Naruto didn't hesitate to tell him so.
'This is no time for jokes you foolish child! We are TRAPPED!'
Naruto felt his hackles rise. 'Don't you think I know that you mangy flea-bitten fur bag? I'm quite aware the situation we're in asshole!' Kyuubi's tails flailed even harder.
'Don't you DARE take such a flippant tone with ME child!'
Naruto sighed, the demon's irritation causing his already painful headache to increase.
Restlessly, he ran his the fingers of his good arm through his blood-matted hair, cringing slightly as he came across thick lumps of blood and knotted hair. Sighing, he slumped back, unmoving once more on the ground, staring desolately at the ceiling above him. It was cracked and crumbling, loose particles of dirt drifting down every now and then, coating him in a light layer of dust.
'Kyuubi,' he whispered, 'are we going to die?'
The great fox didn't reply.
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Harry Potter whimpered as he threw up for a third time, the vision of the boy's severed arm scorched into his mind. Huffing with exhaustion, he dragged himself away from the porcelain bowl, slumping against the wall, his entire frame shuddering. He'd broken out in a cold sweat, and his body tingled with fatigue, the last feelings of nausea clinging to him fiercely. He whimpered again, pulling his knees up against his chest and curling his arms around them. He was unsure how long he just sat there, the dream playing over and over in his mind, and each viewing left him feeling sicker than the last. After what felt like hours he finally rose, his legs wobbling as he made it back to his room. He sunk into the desk chair, fumbling for parchment and a quill.
He stared blankly at it for several moments, unsure how to put it down in words. He certainly couldn't just say: "Dear Sirius, terribly sorry to bother you, but I just watched a boy no older than myself get his arm cut off and then saw it miraculously reattach itself." Yes, Harry was sure that would go over well. Exhaling deeply, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, the nose of his glasses having started to dig in painfully. 'Not as painful as having your arm ripped off…' the thought came unbidden, and the queasy feeling he now associated with the memory returned forcefully. Grasping the quill firmly, he tried to convey the dream as best as he could.
Several failed attempts later, Harry finally had it. Gently tying it to Hedwig's outstretched leg, he carried her to the window, and watched mournfully as she glided away, the grim contents of the letter plaguing him even as she sailed out of sight.
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