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Mr. Riddle stepped closer to the bed. His fingers just an inch away from Harry's cheek when he heard rushing footsteps in the corridor. He looked at Harry's face and smiled,

"I can wait a little longer, Harry."

He stepped back from the bed and picked up a book from the nearest shelf. The door opened and Madam Pomfrey rushed inside. Her eyes found Mr. Riddle still standing there and she paled. Mr. Riddle looked up from the book and studied Madam Pomfrey,

"Madam Pomfrey, there is no need to be worried. I was just waiting for you to tell me about the patient's condition."

Madam Pomfrey slapped her forehead,

"Oh…I am so sorry, Mr. Riddle. I should have replied to your inquiry earlier. He is doing better now. His blood sugar level dropped below critical level but he is stabilizing now."

Mr. Riddle clapped his hands and spoke,

"Excellent work, Madam Pomfrey. Keep it up."

He had one final look at Harry and stepped out of the infirmary. His insides burning with irritation and frustration. He had been so close. That old doctor should have taken at least ten minutes to retrieve the box of syringes. Why had she returned so quickly? He stormed up to his office and threw the first thing that he got his hands on against the wall. He pulled out his cell phone and called,

"Arrange a meeting for tonight. 8 PM sharp."

He sat down in a comfortable leather armchair and calmed himself down. He was feeling the pull again. That insatiable craving. He would soon satiate it. He had just guaranteed it.

Harry woke up and found himself surrounded by an impenetrable white haze. He blinked several times but the haze remained. Harry felt a hand on his shoulder, moving over his arms, his chest, his legs. The haze started turning red as the madly grinning face of Crouch stepped into view. Harry screamed. He screamed at the top of his lungs. He felt hands on his shoulders. Struggling to pry them away, he kept screaming.

The haze disappeared. Crouch's face was replaced by an old woman's. Harry blinked several times. His body trembled, sweat poured down his forehead and his hands clutched the covers tightly. Harry heard a soothing voice telling him to calm down, to breathe and to relax. Harry felt the hands pull away from his shoulders and he curled into himself. Clutching the covers close to him and mentally reassuring himself that he was safe. Crouch was dead. Crouch was burning in hell.

Harry felt himself calming down. He pushed himself into a sitting position and noticed the woman observing him from across the room. Harry remembered what had happened and moved his hand through his hair, feeling embarrassed that he had passed out in Miss Bellatrix's office and probably screamed like banshee. He could practically feel his cheeks reddening. She walked closer to him and asked,

"How are you feeling now, Mr. Potter."

Harry stared in his lap and spoke,

"I'm feeling fine."

She took a seat besides the bed and spoke in a gentle voice,

"Were you having a nightmare, Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded his head. She didn't need to know what kind of nightmare. She spoke,

"Do you have them often?"

Harry shook his head to say no. He wasn't going to admit it. This was his personal matter. Harry decided to divert her attention,

"Where am I?"

Harry saw a glint in her eyes and he realized that she had caught him in the act,

"You're at the infirmary, Mr. Potter."

That left Harry relatively confused,

"Infirmary…. I'm still at Death Eater Pharmaceuticals then. What time is it?"

She looked at the clock on the wall,

"It's 7 PM, Mr. Potter."

He buried his face in his hands. He was supposed to visit his mother today and visiting hours were going to end in an hour. Harry got up to his feet. He had to make it there. Harry looked around for his sports coat and found it on the back of the chair. Harry wore his shoes, thanked the doctor for her care and stepped out of the infirmary. He navigated his way around the corridors to the nearest elevator and stepped in. Harry stepped out on the ground floor and rushed out of the building.

He had just stepped out on the sidewalk when someone grabbed him and forced a black bag over his face. Harry struggled against the strong arms holding him as he was pulled and tossed roughly into a car. The bag was removed and Harry found himself in the back of a van. He scrambled up into a kneeling position and saw a huge man sitting on a seat and regarding him. Harry wanted to lunge at him but decided against it and asked,

"What's going on?"

He spoke in a deep, hard voice,

"Lesson time."

Harry was about to ask what lesson when the man pulled out his cell phone and dialled a number. He held the phone out to Harry. Harry contemplated whether to take it or not. In the end, he just took the phone hesitantly and listened,

"Gorgeous…"

Greyback had growled out the words and Harry felt his body shiver with disgust. Harry knew he would have to reply. He spoke,

"Yes."

Greyback growled in the phone again and made a biting sound,

"You have been a bad boy…... a very very bad boy."

Harry felt terror freezing up his insides and he spoke through numb lips,

"I haven't done…..."

Greyback cut him off in mid-sentence,

"Ssshhh…. Gorgeous…...everyone says that."

Harry had to justify himself,

"But I really haven't…"

Greyback roared from the other side,

"SHUT UP AND LISTEN."

Harry felt his ears ringing and went quiet. After a minute of silence. Greyback hummed in approval,

"I'll definitely enjoy teaching you tonight."

Harry heard a slurping sound and he realized that Greyback must have licked the phone. The man took the phone from his hand.

Harry wanted to jump out of the van. He wanted to run. He was well aware of the fact that Greyback wasn't going to teach him anything educational. Harry felt his heart racing. Ginny's words kept echoing in his head,

"What have you gotten yourself into, Harry?"

He was quickly becoming aware of the fact that whatever he had gotten himself into was a deep, black, abyss and he was slipping into it gradually. He also knew that there would be no coming back up for him.

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