Being a Gay Boy during WO2.. (Malchik Gay)
**by Rosa Crouch**
.ONLY FIRST PART OF. Chapter Two: Camp Nightmares Part I
Soon enough the evening fell on the deserted streets in Berlin like a big curtain, and Harry shivered in his thin pyjamas. He was sitting, well technically laying, on the dirty floor in an old military truck. And he wasn't alone. Pushed into the cargospace of the truck were about twenty young men, nice and tidy looking young men. Just like Harry, and Oliver. Oliver... Harry closed his eyes for a moment to remember his beautiful Oliver. He was worried, where could his lover be? And what would happen to both of them? Harry shivered again, he was very cold. "Here," a rough male voice spoke and a hand pushed a blanket towards Harry. "Thanks," Harry said and looked at the guy, who seemed just a little bit older than he was. "I'm Harry." The guy nodded. "Cedric." Harry smiled thankfully and wrapped the blanket around himself, trying to get as comfortable as possible. "So.. urm, Cedric –you don't mind if I call you Cedric?- why are we all here?" Cedric looked at the innocent face of Harry and smiled faintly. "Haven't you heared of Hitler? Where are you from, another planet?" Harry shook his head. "No, I do know him. But why would he want to harm us? We didn't do anything wrong!" Now some of the other passengers overheard the conversation. "Yeah! The kid is right! We didn't do anything wrong!" The majority hummed agreeing: "Yes!" From a dark corner now sounded clapping. "Silence!" It was a soft, velvetly voice that spoke the word. "I agree with you all. I wish Hitler was a rational man, just like other normal people. But he's not normal, and I know what I am talking about." Harry looked amazed at the darkblond youth that sat in the corner: poor Harry had absolutely no idea what the guy was referring to. "That's Zabini, he used to be a friend of Hitler's. But as soon as Hitler found out Blaise was gay, he got him deported," Cedric whispered in Harry's ear. Harry swallowed. Wow. That a man would betray his friends for such stupid things! That Hitler guy must be a gigantic mental case, Harry thought and laid his head to rest against Cedric's firm shoulder.
"AUSSTEIGEN!" Harry opened his eyes with a shock: where is he? Where is Oliver? Oh. Suddenly it all came back to Harry, and a frightening feeling took possession of Harry's body. The truck had come to a stop, and they seemed to have arrived at somekind of camp. It looked really horrible: with barbed wire all over the place, soldiers with weapons everywhere and screaming sounds came from the small barracs. "Eile! Aussteigen! Schweine!" A muscular arm pulled Harry out of the truck and threw him violently against the wall of what seemed to be an office. "Ouch..," Harry muttered and rubbed his sore arm. Quickly enough he spotted Cedric and he thought it was wise to stick with him. Cedric understood the meaning of Harry and he made sure the two of them were close enough all the time: he wouldn't want anything bad happining to this innocent young soul.
A/N: I'm very sorry for the shortage of this chapter, but I really didn't want to leave you all without any new material, so I just posted what I had. I'll be writing longer and more chapters soon: before you can say 'Harry/ Draco Slash!'. Please review this story: it really means a lot to me and I do my very best in writing a good WO2 fic!