Pairing(s): Harry/Tom and Draco/Ron (I think that will be all....)
Warnings: insanity? Not the humor kind, but real insanity. Angst, slash and sex. Blood and morbid themes. I am not for children
Rating: R
Part: 04/??
Disclaimer: Not mine, need I have to say? The character have their rightful owners (who I am too lazy to name off), I'm just borrowing them for some one my little ideas.
Noted: I don't have a beta, so forgive my errors. Took a small break. Been trying to organize ideas for The Boneyard Tree, Track 4, Suicide Club and And I Walk, which are all book ideas of mine that I someday plan to write. Not getting too far. I might start writing something soon, so this might start going slower. Anyways, I want to write more of this because if I was a Harry/Draco or Harry/Ron type of girl, I'd be set. But I'm not; those parings are not sadistic enough ((Draco is better for Ron anyways)). I'm a Harry/Tom(Voldemort), Harry/Snape and Harry/Lucius kind of girl. Sadistic and jerky. Its beautiful *wipes away tear*. Otay, enough babble, lets go.
"Don't move."
He twitched, but obeyed. It had taken him the longest time ever to just obey. At first, he would yell out that he didn't want to do whatever he was being told to do. His face would turn red and he'd bare his teeth. He had learned from the punishments after those times though. Every time he got angry, his reactions where just a little bit less then the time before. Eventually, all he really did was twitch. That was all he did now.
He leaned back just a little more against the wall. It was dark, and now quiet. Earlier, when he had just been left on his own, there had been screams and yelled words. They had made his skin crawl and he worried that if someone found him, he might just be another one screaming.
Of course, no one had found him.
He had been hidden well. He himself was almost unsure about where exactly he was hidden as a matter of fact. He had the ability to disobey, he probably wouldn't be able to find his way away from the place he was. It was better for him to wait.
Just wait.
He did move of course, just never from the spot. He knew that he wasn't allowed to sit down, so he didn't even try that. He just shifted from foot to foot and breathed. Occasionally, he ran a hand through his hair or leaned against the wall so he could press his cheek against it.
The screams had made his stomach roll and the cold helped him.
He wondered why it was he had been left. He usually was dismissed when everything was said and done. In fact, he had never had that kind of order before, the "Don't move" kind. He had always been sent away to sleep, go to his classes or fetch something.
What is he doing?
It was night now, and shadows seemed to lick at his shoes like it wanted to eat him. He wondered if it too needed an order to do something. Maybe it had its own free will? No, that couldn't be it. If it had a free will, it could have eaten him by now.
He wondered what it felt like to be eaten.
He moved his feet back just a little. He didn't like the idea of it chewing at his foot. His clothes were ratty enough without some shadow thinking he was part of a balanced meal.
His back was pressed firmly against the wall when the other came back. Briefly he thought he was going to get in trouble for moving so far against the wall. He hadn't been told to avoid hungry shadows (which was probably all in his head anyways), he had just been told to now move. He had moved so much too.
There were men in black behind the other.
He knew what to do in situations like this. It had already happened in a little room off the Slytherin common room. It wasn't anything to fear, unless he got something wrong. But he wouldn't, getting something wrong in a situation like this could cost him his life.
He bowed his head and laced his fingers together at the nape of his own neck. He waited until he heard fingers snap to drop onto his knees and move over (it was slow movement, since he had to kneel completely over and crawl on knees and elbows) to the one he took orders from. It was important that he not look up, that would be cause for an Unforgivable of the worst sort thrown right between his eyes (and he didn't want to find out if he could survive the Killing Curse like Harry could). He just leaned down more to kiss the hem of his "Master's" (who was truly his master) robe before moving it gently up and aside to kiss the shoes he himself had polished to a fine shine.
He kept his body as low and small as he could.
Eventually, after a lot of words (which he didn't listen to since listening when he was not being spoken to could get him in horrible kinds of trouble) the shoe had kissed lifted to slide under his chin. He felt pressure trying to get him to lift his face. He almost fought against it, seeing that was one of the things he was told to never do. Then again, he was told to never disobey either.
He let his chin be lifted.
The angle was odd. Everyone looked like giants compared to him. Their faces looked like the tops of towers and it almost made his sick to look. But he looked. They wanted him to look.
Laughing eyes stared down at him.
"Good job, Draco," the one to his Master's left said. The man was even taller and more frightening. He wanted to go hide in a corner, but he had to stay. He mustn't disobey. "One would never think of getting a Gryffindor down so low. Quite a feat."
"I thought so," Draco said smugly, obviously proud of his work. It sounded like he talking about his latest Potions homework though, not like he was talking of a person.
"I suppose you can keep him," a low voice drawled, "Just keep him out form underfoot."
"Of course."
The other men left at that, talking to each other. He still didn't hear the words being spoken; he just stared up at his Master. He was sure we wouldn't be allowed to do much more then that. He didn't really care to do much more then that. He liked the view.
"We won."
Down on his knees, Ron smiled.