Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.

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To Love a Nazi

Chapter 4-Dying

Harry's P.O.V.-

I remember when Mela and I were spilt apart. The men who were watching everyone, told us to go into lines. The men had to be on the left and the women on the right. I didn't want to leave her. She was the only one who I knew here. When our parents died she said that we would take care of each other no matter what. Who were these men to make us break our promise?

She knew that something was going to happen before we were spilt apart, but she wouldn't tell me. She was always like that. Trying to save me from the world. I wonder if she is still alive? If she is then I hope that she is okay. I'm living such a horrible life.

It was a week into being at the first camp that the men came up to me and asked me to come with them. I did. What else could I do? They had guns and if I didn't obey them then they might shoot me. They brought me to a nice building. It was so much better than the place I had been sleeping in. They told me I could stay here if I did what ever they asked me to. I was so stupid, I said yes. That was the word that condemned me to hell.

That night a man came into my room and asked me to relive him. I looked up at him, wondering what he meant. He swore and told me to undress him. I was so afraid that I did as he told me. Then I was told to suck on his penis. I did. Finally, after hours it seemed like, he came in my mouth. He told me to redress him and I did. I couldn't believe it when he left. I was a whore. That was what those men meant when they said that I could stay if I did what they told me to do. They wanted me as a whore.

I was so happy when I was told I was going to another camp. I thought that I would be free of being a whore. I was wrong. The men in this camp had heard of a man with black hair and green eyes. They had also heard that this man would do anything that was asked of him. I became a whore again.

It has been weeks since I came here. In that time one man has come to me more than any of the others. Lately that has been the only man who has come to me. I think that he has told the others to leave me alone. I'm still a whore, no matter how you look at it.

Last night was the first time I had ever asked this man why so many men had come to me at first. He said that it was because I was so beautiful. My hair was a different color than any of the other men in the camp. My eyes were like jewels, cut so well that they could sparkle no matter what happened to me.

Mela always said that if I had been a girl, I would have been the most beautiful one ever in the whole world. I guess that these men thought that I was the most beautiful man alive.

I've been thinking about how odd the Nazis are. They kill gay men, yet most of the officers sleep with other men. If they want the perfect race, then why don't they kill each other for sleeping with other men?

I've started to ramble. It seems to be what I do these days. I'm afraid that if I open my mouth I'll be killed, so I've begun to talk to myself in my head. My thoughts don't always go together, but then why should they? This place is a test. It wants to see how many can live and how many can die. Wouldn't death be better than living this kind of life? I don't know. I don't know anything at all.