Of Dusk and Dawn - 366 Days of Romance and Tragedy

Tom Riddle x Harry Potter


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8. Hidden

Wild, green eyes peer around the corner, the owner shifting restlessly on their feet. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Harry steps out from his place behind a pillar and darts to the other side of the room, making sure to use the wall to shield his back. Distantly, he can hear the soft sound of feet hitting the carpet. It both excites and frightens him. This game they play, while utterly sinful in nature, is something that intrigues him.

In this activity, he's the prey. Should he be caught, he'd be forced to endure unimaginable pain. A part of him is scared. It's scared of the inevitable. Another, more insane part of him, is interested. It wants to know more, wants to experience every bit of pain and relish in it.

The footsteps come closer. By now, Harry's sure that the other is right around the corner. His heart beats loudly within his chest, threatening to drive him crazy. Who is it? Will he die? Will he be tortured? Can he save himself? Will he be able to do anything?

The thoughts swirl around in his head, threatening to consume him, until the moment finally comes. A pale hand darts out, grabs Harry, and pulls him around the corner.

The only thing that can be heard next is a loud scream.

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, is now dead.


Word Count: 228