"Let it be known that there appears to be much power in the plees of whiny fans which can even make a lazy author such as myself get to work on stopping the commotion."
-Me
Oh, my silly little DSM (Dark Side of the Moon)fans…how much you amuse me.
I admit… I don't like this story…I don't know why, it's probably because I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT IS GOING! Which annoys me but after the 100th or so review asking me for "more" and to "update now or else"… I decided it was in the best interests of my health for me to obey and write something.
I'm sorry that this chapter may be fairly short. I still need to think of where this is going. For right now, a little something to hold you all over while I try to decide what to turn this into.
I have a lot of people giving me great reviews on this story. I want to please as many people as possible with it, so while so of you want Harry/Voldemort or Harry/Greyback, some of you don't, and while some of you want a full werewolf harry, some of you don't, and while some of you want a gloomy angsty ending, some of you want a happy one with pretty flowers and Harry having babies with a GIRL… and some of you may want Draco to come do the electric slide… I know I do, but I have a feeling not many other people want me to ruin the angst of the story so far.
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CHAPTER 4: (...i think)
Harry groaned and forced his eyes open through the throbbing headache that painfully reminded him of where he was… Again all the memories came back to him, now with new ones waiting their turn to gnaw at his grief. Voldemort's words….Snape's face…. Greyback's almost concerned attitude toward him.
Stiffly moving his limbs he realized he wasn't hexed. Perhaps today would be slightly less tormenting then the last. Ahead of him he saw a cracked and chipped plate with more fleshy pink meat on it. He cringed as his stomach eagerly growled for the meat. Who knew where it came from… what animal… or maybe not an animal at all? Could Voldemort be that sick? 'Yes,' he decided, "…but probably not this early in the game. Why, the dark lord could probably get a few more minutes of entertainment out of his trying to mangle Snape before-"
There was a noise outside the door, like a hammer being smashed against the unstable, decaying floor. It could only be Greyback's boots. With another hammering step another noise came to Harry's ears, like the werewolf was trying to chew his way through the handle. The shadows of his feet seeped through to Harry's side of the doorway, obviously illuminated by some kind of dim candle from the hallway.
As one foot let the ground the door swung open, leaving the booted foot that had kicked it in its wake. Harry looked up as the werewolf snarled and tossed the rusty doorknob to the side. Harry cocked a brow at his curiously. The questions of 'why was he untied?' and 'what was in store today?' ringing in his head.
The werewolf opened his sharp-toothed mouth but was shoved aside roughly as a high-pitched "Where is the little mongrel?" sounded with an excited tone.
With an "OOF!" Greyback was shoved face-first into the wall, his hands twitching and his nose beginning to bleed.
At the sight of Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry tried to sink enough into the shadows that the crazed woman couldn't see him. It was to no purpose though. Satan had long ago given Bella the ability to see all that ever moved. As the woman, to the teenager's surprise, rushed over and embraced him Harry was sure he felt the skin she touched beginning to burst and fester. Perhaps, though, it was just his nerves.
With a sick grin Bellatrix pulled away and stood again.
Greyback pulled himself off the wall, holding his bleeding nose.
"Congratulations ickle Potter-kins," the woman tittered, "I myself was so surprised to hear-."
"What?" Harry asked, repulsed by her earlier gesture.
"He surely is a very merciful lord is he not? Oh, yes, quite the delicious surprise. You should feel quite honored."
Harry cast a glance to Greyback for an answer, but he was still clutching his face and cursing. Rudolphus Lestrange leaned into the doorway, "really Bella, you're not to be talking with it."
Bellatrix yammered on about some sort of "honor" and how "fortunate" he was… but there was something cynical in her look. There was a glint in the back of her sinister eyes that screamed 'wait until you hear it. What's in store for you next? Oh the torture." It was surprising all the bad feelings Harry got from her face. She seemed almost dead, with an unhealthy color and appearance to her face. He could almost see Voldemort's snake like optics glittering in her own eyes. Inside his head he found himself unfolding an entire conversation, mimicking that she was spewing out now, that spoke excitedly of some kind of torture and unbearable thought.
"Bellatrix!"
The woman turned to her husband with a frown that could sink ships and "hmph"ed. She grinned back at Harry, "Oh, well you'll see for yourself, won't you? Master's little puppy dog." She cackled, "How cute."
The death eater's complaints turned back to her husband as she glided out of the room and shut the door with Greyback in the room with Harry. Her high, terrifying voice stood with Harry for a few more minutes before he looked up at Greyback, "…what's waiting for me today?" He asked, as if there was some schedule of torture events lined up for him.
The werewolf sniffed and rubbed the blood off his nose, looking at Harry with an emotionless expression. "Voldemort wants to see ya."
"Why? What's going to happen?" Harry stood up, his feet firmly and defiantly placed on the ground.
Greyback snorted, "Can't say for sure. Maybe you'll be marked."
Harry's body went numb for a moment, "…the…..the dark mark?"
"Only if yer lucky," Greyback said, shrugging, "and who can say that? Rather lucky you're still alive today…. Then again, unlucky you're here in the first place. But the truth doesn't count for nothing here, just what Voldemort says. I shouldn't be telling you any of this anyways."
Harry wasn't listening anymore. "….the dark mark…." He thought. He felt like being sick.
"Best start thinking 'bout how much you value yer life as opposed to yer pride." With a huff Greyback crossed his arms, "Now c'mon. I need to take you out a minute."
"…does this have to do with Voldemort?" Harry asked, tensing. He wouldn't go to Voldemort again without a fight.
A sly grin crossed Greyback's face, "…naw," he said simply and held a finger up to his fanged mouth, "just a chat amongst fellows. But be quiet about it, Volders doesn't much care for fellowship."
(I know it was short, sorry, but better then nothing eh?)
-Kruz