Disclaimers: I'm just borrowing them! Really I am!
Warnings: This contains yaoi, incest, rape, basically everything your mommy doesn't want you to read.. except bestiality... although I could do fang and Hagrid.... *laughs evilly*
Harry was walking down a dark and somewhat familiar hallway. He approached a door and it opened before him. And then he saw the curtain. No, No I don't want to go there! he said.
But you must...you WANT to go there. Said a voice in Harry's ear. And then he was pushed. Harry fell forwards down past the curtain, he fell to the chilled ground.
Hello Harry! Came a voice from behind him. Harry turned to see a horrific sight. It was Sirius, or at least it had been Sirius once. Now it was just a corpse. He was covered in a greenish mold, and his flesh was rotting, and coming off. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, blue, while maggots crawled beneath his skin.
I'm so glad you came to join me, Harry. You see, I'm sooo lonley. As he said this, he sat up, and grabbed Harry, pulling him down. Down into the cold into death.
SIRIUS! NOOOOO! Harry screamed as he awoke. He felt bile rising in his parched throat, and he crawled to the bathroom and emptied his stomach into the toilet.
Harry stood in the kitchen, scrubbing an already polished counter. He grumbled as he remembered he had to do the floor next. He shouldn't have to do this, Lupin would put a stop to it. He thought fleetingly. But no, the Dursley's no longer felt any fear, that had worn off after a few weeks of bliss. Dudley even dared to taunt Harry.
Hey Harry, I'm soo sorry about your godfather...not.
Get lost, Dudley Muttered Harry
Or else what? Hey, I bet you wish you could join him. Laughed Dudley and he pushed his way past Harry.
Harry just stood there for a minute, then fled to his room, and cried.
Harry had considered sending an Owl to The Order of the Phoenix about Dudley, but he thought that it wasn't important enough. After all, it was his fault, he was only crying for himself, and Sirius.
He thought of everyone he knew. They were all luckier than him, and Malfoy, oh god, how he wanted to strangle him. Malfoy had it so good. He had a mum and dad who cared about him, he had everything he wanted.
But little did Harry know, but as tears streamed own his own cheeks, far away in his perfect home, on his perfect bed, Draco Malfoy was crying too.
