Chapter 10: Lycan in the Crypt

Harry coughed, his eye lids fluttering. He didn't know how long he'd been out for (or for that matter how he had gotten knocked out in the first place), but now here he was, though where here was still a mystery.

The air was musty and cool, and the floor was hard and icy, there was a distant sound like dripping water into water and… Something by Harry's head moved and he instinctively opened his eyes as far as he could and moved away, only to be rewarded with a sharp pain through his head and side making him gasp.

"You shouldn't move to fast…I think you may have a concussion."

Overly warm, callused hands helped Harry to sit up against the wall, "wait a minute," Harry slowly turned his head, ignoring the quick stab of pain, and tried his best to focus his eyes on the figure next to him, "it can't be…" "Cedric?" his own voice sound foreign and dry when he spoke.

"Yea, hang on, I'll get you some water," the nineteen year old quickly hopped to his feet and Harry watched through slowly clearing blurry eyes as he walked over to what looked like an old watering trough and returned with a slightly rusted looking metal cup of water. "Drink this, it'll help."

Harry clumsily took the cup, sloshing some of the water onto the floor and causing Cedric to reach over and hold the cup for him, "I don't need help." replied Harry, though he allowed Cedric to help him drink.

"I know," was all Cedric said before sitting down and setting the cup on the floor.

They sat in silence for what felt like years before Harry spoke again, "I saw you die…" Harry stated, "how are you still alive?"

"You're mother… She turned me…" Cedric looked down at him, "though she said she wasn't even sure if it would work or not.." Cedric smiled slightly, "her blood can apparently bring a person back if they've only been dead for a few hours... I didn't know anything could do that"

Harry stared at him for a moment, still not truly believing what he was seeing, "I didn't know that either,." he said finally after a few quiet, and slightly awkward, seconds. "How long have you been down here?" Harry added wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to ward off the chill that the stone room created.

"I have no clue… But if I had to guess, I'd say…" Cedric's eyes seemed to wander casually around the dark room before resting on Harry again, "about four days."

Harry gaped slightly before quickly shutting his mouth, "four days?! You mean no ones found you yet?"

"I don't even know if they know I'm missing." replied Cedric, pulling his denim-clad knees up and resting his elbows on them, fingers and hands fiddling , constantly digging dirt out from his short cut nails.

Harry rubbed his eyes and suppressed a shiver, "why does stone always have to be so cold?" Harry thought rubbing his arms and wondering where his jacket had vanished to.

"You know…"

Cedric started, his voice cutting through Harry's thoughts and Harry turned his head to look at the teenager sitting a few feet away from him.

"I'm a hundred and nine degrees…you can move closer, I don't bite." Cedric continued, staring at him contently.

With a mumble of "so you say", Harry shuffled over until he could feel the heat radiating off the exposed skin of Cedric's torso, instantly glad that if he was stuck with anyone in a icy cold, dungeon-like crypt, it was someone with an amazingly high body temperature.

Harry yawned, he was still so tired, and now that he was warm, he found himself resisting the urge to put his head on Cedric's shoulder… Which is what he would have been doing if he had been with any of his brothers (though he was pretty sure Soren would have forced him to sit where he could be held, which Harry hated at times, especially in public).

"You should try to stay awake…" Cedric said quietly looking at him, "I don't want you going into a coma or anything, then I'd have no one to talk too."

Harry nodded, even though he felt his eyes closing as the words left Cedric's mouth. What felt like seconds later a warm hand clapped down hard on his shoulder making him jump and he looked around quickly, blinking in confusion.

"Stay awake."

Harry turned to look at Cedric. He hadn't realized he has fallen asleep. "Sorry."

Cedric simply nodded and looked away, gazing around their prison, eyes lingering on the heavy looking door and then to the water trough which was half filled with brownish murky water.

"I hope they find us," Harry let his head drop on Cedric's shoulder which made the older boy look at him.

"They will." Cedric spoke with confidence and certainty, like he knew right then and there that wolves would be busting in at any moment and they would be rescued and taken home.

Harry sighed quietly and curled up, wrapping his arm around his legs keeping his head against Cedric's shoulder, preparing to settle in for a long night… or possibly, Harry thought, a long time.

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ok, so my computer desided to delete microsoft word processor off my computer D: so it may be awhile before i update any of my stories, sorry peoples!