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Summary: Madness is not a state of mind. Madness is a place. What happens when Harry stumbles into it and gets trapped there? A Harry Potter version of Alice in Wonderland but a thousand shades darker.
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Harry was forced down into a chair and watched as Grindelwald returned to his throne. He couldn't understand what Grindelwald planned to do to him. The uncertainty was unsettling him more than the knowledge of the forthcoming pain. The chill in the hall had seeped deep into his bones and settled in his soul. He couldn't help but ask,
"What…"
He couldn't finish his sentence though as Grindelwald burst into a fit of laughter and then asked the question for him,
"What am I going to do to you?"
Harry folded his hands in his lap and nodded his head. Grindelwald leaned forward and snapped his fingers with a Cheshire grin lighting up his face. A gasp escaped Harry's lips as he watched glistening, greyish, slimy-looking and scabbed hands wrap around his wrists. A cry escaped his lips as he felt another one wrap around his throat and yank his head back. Harry resisted as best as he could but his head was forced back. He squeezed his eyes shut and the hand around his throat tightened. It drew a long, slow, rattling breath, as it sucked all his happiness…his hope from him. Harry was drowning in cold. There was a rushing in his ears as though of water. He was being dragged downwards, the roaring growing louder. And then, from far away, he heard screaming, terrible, terrified wailing and crying. A baby…Destrian… He tried to move his arms, but couldn't. A thick white fog was swirling around him, inside him. It was as though freezing water was rising in his chest, cutting at his insides. Destrian…Destrian needed him…He had to…He had to…The sound of his own screams filled his ears and then he knew no more.
The first thing that registered when he came back to his senses was the cold, hard stone floor. He opened his eyes and saw an expanse of grey stone wall and the distinct carvings on it…His name and Voldemort's…He was in Nurmengard...Harry exhaled and shivered. He wrapped his arms around himself and curled up into the ball. The dementors were close by. Harry felt extremely sick and nauseated. He tried to get up but he had no strength. Harry closed his eyes as Grindelwald's voice echoed in the cell,
"It's so good to see you finally awake."
Harry remained as still as possible and prepared himself for more pain. He wasn't afraid. There was hardly any torture that Voldemort hadn't inflicted on him. Grindelwald merely laughed and continued to talk,
"You will remain Minister for Magic. You will continue to perform your day to day duties at the ministry and you shall spend your nights here or in the bed of a very loyal follower of mine. You were promised as a reward for his loyalty and that moment has finally arrived."
A shudder and a fresh wave of terror ran through Harry's body at that statement but he willed himself to remain silent. He couldn't stop his body from jerking as he felt a finger trace his spine,
"How responsive…"
Harry balled his hands into fists. The finger disappeared and Harry allowed himself to relax,
"Are you afraid, Harry?"
Harry shook his head and Grindelwald laughed,
"Very good…you are going to prove to be very entertaining."
Harry kept his eyes squeezed shut. Trying hard not to be affected by the Grindelwald's words,
"Go to sleep, Harry. You have a very busy day ahead of you."
Harry waited for Grindelwald to leave before he allowed a broken sob escaped his lips…Relax…He forced himself to relax and banished the fear from his mind. He rose to his feet on shaking legs and collapsed on the wire framed bed. He couldn't understand what Grindelwald wanted…what he hoped to achieve by sending him to the ministry every day. Would Sirius and the others still be there? Harry hoped that they disappeared…Harry hoped that David had received the news and stay hidden with Destrian. He collapsed back on the bed and stared up at the stone ceiling. He couldn't subdue the fear crawling into his chest and coiling around his around heart. He hoped…he hoped with all his heart that Voldemort would come back and save him.
Tears streamed down his eyes and a broken sob escaped his lips. His heart ached for Voldemort to hold him…he yearned to have Destrian in his arms…Would Destrian be crying? Could he sense his distress? He trusted David but would David be able to take care of Destrian? If he died, would David keep Destrian? Would Voldemort come out of hiding and claim him? He closed his eyes and an image of him wrapped up in Voldemort's arm as he held Destrian, invaded his visions. Harry practically felt how that one image thawed his soul and spread warmth through his body. A smile curved his lips and he grabbed onto that image as tightly as he could.
Everything was going to be alright. It would all be okay. Nothing would break him…He would live…live to turn that image into a reality...live for Destrian and Voldemort…he would live for his family.
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