A/N: um . . . .see if you don't hate me yet then you might hate me even more now. I've gone evil. I said I wouldn't Rape Harry but see . . .I'm wavering between not doing it and doing it. I love all your opinions and everything but I only do what's best for the story and if I have this feeling that something should happen then I'll do it and it's usually not so bad. This chapter was longer because this might as well be the last chapter Harry's with Tom. Maybe . . .we'll see. Wherever my heart guides me! So read and hate me but it'll be better in the end. Just look forward to that, and the sequel! I'm deciding between a vacation somewhere (Hawaii, Australia, someplace like that.) and a summer camp type thing. I'm not sure, help? * Puppy dog eyes * anyhoo, I hope you enjoy and be warned that there will be um . . .more molestation, abuse and sexual abuse, and more pervert/ artistic Tom I'm so evil. * Ducks sharp objects *
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PissedOffEskimo: you know, I've read your stuff (love it by the way) and never thought you'd actually read this (didn't think anyone would) and when I got to the end of this chapter, I started thinking and well and added the worst thing of all (in my mind) * cackles * hehe. Anyhoo, I don't think your creepy or what you said was creepy (sure, evil), I happen to agree . . . I think. (Someone needs to check my brain, it's malfunctioned.) Anyhoo, thanks for reviewing, I appreciate it.
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Hollywood Recycle Bin: well there will be now, I changed my mind at the very last second and while some people are happy with no rape, I'm not so I'm going to be super evil. * Cackles * thanks for reviewing!
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Some Kind of Feeling
Chapter 12, Blood and Roses under a Lightning Lit Sky.
~*_*~ Week later. (Sunday March 22nd)
It had been a week since Harry was kidnapped. Tom was becoming worse with each day that passed. He always had to wash Harry himself, much to the boy's disgust. He took more pictures while Harry was asleep and awake. It was the most annoying thing in the world to wake up with a camera clicking away in your face. Tom didn't care about privacy and it caused Harry to yell at him several times. Several times Harry would end up with another bruise.
There was this one time, on Tuesday, when Tom threw him into the wall, leaving a bloody smudge on the impact point. He yelled at Tom for trying to grope him, yet again, and had told the violet-eyed man that he'd never love him and that his heart belonged to Draco and Draco only. He hadn't been too happy about that. Harry was knocked out for at least a day in which Tom had called one of Lucius' private Doctors to look at the back of Harry's head. The doctor ended up chopping off Harry's hair so that it looked a lot like his fathers, unruly but adorably so. Harry had a minor concussion and Tom made him stay in bed until Friday. He only let him out to bathe but Tom carried him, undressed him and washed him.
He wasn't allowed to speak with Narcissa anymore so he never saw her and only ever heard her demand to see him. Harry still remembered her words and refused to give up hope on the fact that Draco would find him, his family would find him and her.
On Sunday, he was sitting on the leather couch flicking through the channels, trying to take his mind off of everything, when he happened upon the News. His eyes widened when he saw his own face on the Tellie and a video of the day he was kidnapped. They had caught everything on the tape. They talked about Draco and he was relieved to find out that he was out of the hospital and doing fine as was his brother.
They showed reporters trying to talk to his lover and father who were completely ignoring them, practically brooding, as they walked to James car from the hospital (previously recorded from the last Sunday.). They had some guy named Kingsley Shacklebolt on his case and had a team of men looking for him, Tom and even Lucius Malfoy who had disappeared. Harry felt a small sense of relief, knowing that they were trying to find him. Suddenly they went back to the reporter at the desk, a blonde woman with a bright red suit.
" We have had breaking news on the case of the missing boy, Harry Potter. The body of one of the men involved in the kidnapping was found in a Dumpster, wrapped in plastic and put in a garbage bag, outside of a diner, 7 miles outside of the city. He died from a single bullet wound to the head and has been identified as Walden McNair, an executive from Malfoy Inc., The popular corporation dealing in designer clothing, restaurants and the well known nightclubs Avada Kedavra, also known as the A.K and the Dark Mark. " They showed several pictures of the nightclubs and the Malfoy Inc. Main building and several of the other, smaller buildings. " Could it be that Lucius Malfoy, who disappeared four days ago, is involved in this kidnapping? We'll update you ever hour, on the hour at BBC, world news." She shuffled her papers. " And next, In Iraq--" He cut the TV.
" They'll never find us." Tom said, standing next to the couch, looking smug. " Lucius did a fine job on hiding this place like he did. No one thinks about places like these in buildings." He told him, looking around at the place.
" You're entirely too confident, Riddle." Harry said, standing up and facing the taller man with a defiant glare. " I have faith that they'll find this place. I have faith that Draco will find his mother and me. After all, he's probably been here before." Tom walked up to him.
" You are quite possibly the most disobedient boy I've ever met, didn't I tell you not to mention him?" Tom said, trying to hold in his temper. He didn't want to hurt Harry anymore than he already had.
" Oh, so you've done this before?" Harry said in disgust. Tom chuckled a bit but ignored what he said otherwise. Tom bent to give Harry a kiss but Harry sidestepped him and walked past, heading for the bedroom.
" I'm tired, I think I'll go rest a bit." Harry said curtly. Tom watched him go with narrowed eyes before plopping down on the couch.
~*_*~ The day Draco was released from the hospital. (March 15th)
When Draco and James got back to the house on Sunday, everyone was trying to go on as normal as possible, instead of crowding around the TV. Lily was cooking with Rose. Sirius and Remus were talking quietly on the couch. Hermione had cried herself to sleep again and Jake was watching over her. Rich was comforting Marie who was feeling light-headed. She had already lost a husband and the notion that she could lose a grandson was overwhelming.
Draco didn't understand how all of them could be so calm about this (with the exception of Marie and Hermione). There were reporters hounding them at the hospital and he was pretty sure some of them followed them home, Riddle had his Harry and was doing god knows what with him and it pissed him off. He punched the wall in his anger, startling everyone and causing a sharp pain in his injured side, before stalking upstairs.
Neither he nor Hermione went to school all week. They didn't want to be questioned by their peers nor did they want their pity. They knew Harry would stay alive but the thing that scared them was what Tom would do to him. They weren't sure if it would be better for Harry to die or to be tortured by Riddle and frankly, they didn't want to think about it.
Believe it or not, things were tense in the town of Little Hangleton. Whether or not people would admit it, knowing that the invisible boy had been kidnapped with the possibility of being dead, was something that made them go pale and shiver from an unnatural coldness. They knew who Harry was; he was the boy who went to their school and who they saw in classes, in the hallways, and walking down the street. Even though they didn't pay much attention to him, they knew he was there and now there was a probability of him never coming back. It was an unusual sensation to them because they had outcast the boy, only a few people ever talked to him, and they were starting to see how wrong they had been to outcast him. It weighed on their hearts.
Isn't it funny how people finally realize you're there when your gone?
~*_*~ Monday (23rd)
" I'm going to make another painting of you." Tom whispered to Harry while washing him. " It's going to be beautiful. I think you'll like it a lot but this time, I'm using you as a model."
" Whatever." Was Harry's reply. Tom tried to make him happy by giving him gifts and trying to please him by offering to make love with him but what Tom refused to understand was that Harry's heart belonged to only one person. Harry was growing to hate this man with a passion he didn't know he had. He absolutely loathed the man, not only for kidnapping him, holding Narcissa hostage and using her for blackmail, forbidding him to think about his lover, but for also having his hair cut. He knew it was a fickle thing to worry about but he had always wanted to grow his hair out and it had taken him practically forever just to get it that long. Besides the fact that it needed to be cut since it was matted with all that dried blood and the doctor needed easier access to see the back of his head, he had a feeling Tom wanted it cut because Draco had loved his hair.
" Is that all you have to say?" Tom purred. " I thought you'd appreciate it." He said, running one of his hands down Harry's stomach. The boy stiffened.
" You thought wrong." Harry snapped. He could feel Tom tense, struggling with his ever growing anger. Harry knew he shouldn't provoke Tom like he does but he didn't care. He wasn't going to sit there and accept what the man does to him.
" I'm going to ignore your tone, Harry." Tom said, leaning over slightly to kiss his neck. " Get out, I'm done." Tom ordered. He held up a fluffy blue towel and Harry stood. Tom wrapped it around his waist after he got out of the tub and got another towel to dry him off with, placing little kisses down his neck as he did so. Harry resisted the urge to shove Tom into the tub. That would probably push him over the edge but it was so tempting. " Here. You are to wear these." He gave Harry another white satin shirt, only short-sleeved; pair of white satin pants, and emerald silk boxers. For some reason the man was obsessed with white satin pajamas and it was damned annoying.
" What's your obsession with white?" Harry asked, quickly pulling on the clothes, incase Tom decided to turn around and look.
" White is such a pure, virginal color." Tom told him. " I think it suits you." Tom said, turning around just as Harry buttoned up the white shirt. Harry snorted at what Tom said. If only he knew.
Tom clicked the manacle back onto his ankle after entering the living room before telling him to stay in there. He picked up about five or six bags full of what smelled like roses before going into the shrine-room. Harry tried not to think about what Tom was possibly doing with them. Tom was in there for at least an hour or so before he came back out and brought Harry into the room. Harry stared at what Tom did; wondering why the hell it had to look like such a . . .romantic atmosphere.
There were candles of all sizes scattered around the room and around the bed, all lit. The curtains were drawn so the whole room was illuminated by candlelight. Instead of white satin sheets, they were covered by emerald green, the same shade as his eyes. Scattered all over the bed and around the bed and candles were rose petals, thousands of them. They weren't red though. They were white and coral for some odd reason. The art easel was set up at the foot of the bed and above the bed was a giant mirror, which Harry looked oddly at.
He felt a sting in his neck and slapped a hand over the area. He gasped in pain before whipping around and glaring at Tom who was holding a syringe.
" What the hell did you do that for?" Harry demanded.
" I think it would be easier to do this without the chain but unfortunately in your state of disobedience, I can't trust you enough lay there without moving." Tom said. Harry was starting to feel a bit light-headed and dizzy. His vision was blurring a bit and he felt heavy. He felt Tom unlock the manacle and pick him up. There was a little path left free of candles to the bed, which Tom walked. He gently set him in the bed.
" You bastard, what did you do to me?" Harry murmured, trying to focus his eyes on him. Tom was doing something; he couldn't comprehend anything at the moment. He felt cool air against his chest and then a fluttering sensation that tickled his skin. His hand which was next to his head had something put in it.
" Don't move." Tom ordered, taking Harry's glasses. Harry dazedly looked at the ceiling, seeing his blurry reflection in the mirror and little blurry coral and white dots scattered over him, the bed and the floor. " So beautiful." Tom murmured, beginning his painting. " Flawless."
This went on for at least an hour or two, maybe three. Harry was in a half sleeping state, where his eyes were heavily lidded but he could vaguely hear Tom muttering nonsense under his breath and the stroke of the brush as he painted him. The one thought that stood out in Harry's head was the thought that he didn't like being anyone's work of art but Draco's and he wanted Draco. He wanted to curl up with his lover in his bed, he wanted to make love again, he wanted to just be with him and he couldn't wait for the day that happened. He'd get out of this strange hell if it were the last thing he did.
Tom was in pure bliss. Harry was perfect, spread out on the bed like some kind of forbidden treasure; with delicate rose petals, artistically scattered here and there. In the boys pale hand was a handful of the rose petals, showing that the boy held desire as well as innocence in his one little body. He had unbuttoned Harry's shirt and moved it a bit so that it showed off the pale skin and one pale pink nipple. The white pants were low on Harry's hips but seemed to drown the boy since they were a bit too big like the shirt. The teen's hair was delectably unruly. It fell over the pillows and his forehead beautifully, just above his eyes. The sides were longer though and curled at his cheeks, making him look more child-like. Harry was staring off to the side a bit, his rosy lips slightly parted, with one knee raised and a hand strewn across his stomach. A bit of the satin sheet was thrown over the one leg that wasn't raised and went under the other one.
This was the perfect painting but Tom would never sell it. This was only for him to look at and admire. No one was allowed to see this one but him and Harry because it would be just that magnificent.
~*_*~
Harry was having a wonderful dream, the first one since he got here. He hadn't had many wet dreams before and when he did have one, it was quite the experience. Draco was ravaging him and his breath was harsh from the overwhelming desire he felt. The blonde's hands traveled low, into places he had only been touched once by the teen, only it was less tender and more need. Draco lowered his lips to Harry's ear and said in a velvety voice " Thou art to me a delicious torment." Harry remembered a poetry book he once read with that quote but that was only a fleeting thought.
Draco kissed him roughly while stroking his hardened length, causing the Emerald-eyed boy's breath to come out in short gasps. His hands grabbed the back of Draco's head, entangling in the silky blonde strands and deepened the kiss, twirling their tongues together as he neared climax. Draco licked and nibbled his way down to Harry's neck, suckling softly and stroking him harder. It didn't take long for Harry to reach release and he shuddered and clung to Draco.
" I love you, Harry." Draco said, lightly kissing his neck.
" I love you too, Draco." Harry said, tiredly but completely sated. There was a pause and then the gently arms that held him tightened in anger and the sweet, warm lips that seemed to caress his skin were harsh, cold and bit into his pale neck, drawing blood and bruising him. The soft weight that gently hovered over him before nearly crushed him when it moved to sit on him.
His eyes snapped open and in a moment of horror he realized that it hadn't been a dream. His pants and underwear were hanging from the chain that was back on his leg. His glasses were no where to be found and everything was a bit blurred because of it. He was sticky from his release and a hard body was straddling him. Tom held his wrists tightly, enough to bruise, and glared with an insane glint in his unusual eyes.
" You never stop thinking about him, even while you sleep, do you?" Tom spat. " It's always, Draco, Draco, fucking Draco." He hissed, sounding like an angry snake ready to strike its victim.
" S--stop." Harry pleaded the fear evident in his eyes. He couldn't believe Tom had been doing that to him while he was asleep and dreaming about Draco. He dreaded to think what would have happened had he not said Draco's name. How far would it have gone?
" You're mine, Harry. Not his, never his." Tom said loudly. " I should--" He broke off when his eyes caught the glint off of Harry's ring. The little emerald lightning bolts seemed to glare tauntingly at Tom. How could he have not seen that before? " He gave you that." Tom's voice was shaking with rage. " He tried to mark you as his." He frantically pulled the ring off of Harry's finger. Tom was breathing hard in his anger. " He's probably fucked you already, taking what rightfully belonged to me." He snarled.
" NO! Give it back!" Harry tried to reach for it but was smacked away, in the same cheek that was still bruised. He ignored the stinging pain and reached for it again. It was kind of hard when Tom was sitting on him, making it a bit hard to breathe. " He gave it to me, it's mine!" He said, trying to get it back. Tom's arm lashed out and his hand gripped Harry's throat tightly, cutting off his air. Harry clawed at his arm, gasping for breath.
" If you like it so much, I'll make its pretty design permanent." Tom said with an insane tone, his grip on his neck tightened dangerously before he let go. He got up and left the room, quickly, with Harry's ring. Harry coughed hard, rolling on to his side. He could hear Narcissa yelling in the other room, banging on the door. He barely had enough time to catch his breath before he was thrown on his back again and the hand was back around his throat. He looked at Tom with dread when he noticed a rather sharp knife in his other hand.
" Wh--wha--N-" He gasped, struggling frantically and clawing at Tom's arm, trying to get him to let go. The wild-eyed man was ignoring the pain in his arm and was only focusing on Harry.
" Shut up. I'm only giving you what you want." Tom snapped. He pressed the knife to Harry's forehead. " I prefer the more permanent marking, don't you?" As soon as Tom said that, Harry felt an agonizing pain in his head as the knife was dragged down then up and down again. Harry sobbed in pain, the blood running into his eyes and back into his hair. He repeated this motion several times until there was an unhealthy flow of blood coming from Harry's forehead. Tom sat back from his position, straddling Harry, and looked at the bleeding and crying boy with fascination." You'll be even more beautiful when it heals." Tom murmured. " Every perfection has its flaws, no?" He lightly kissed Harry's bloody forehead. He licked his lips clean of the sweet blood, savoring its taste.
Tom climbed off the boy, with the knife in hand, before going to retrieve his camera. When he came back, he took plenty pictures of the boy, from all sides and even stood on the bed to get a better view. Harry was too busy caught up in his tears, blinded by them and blood to care. While it could have been worse it still felt like hell. He felt like he had betrayed Draco by allowing Tom to touch him. If he felt dirty before, then he must be filthy rotten now.
" I'll make Draco sorry for ever touching you." Tom said. He put the camera down before grinning wickedly. He had the perfect revenge. He'd make Draco hurt.
~*_*~ Tuesday.
Investigator Shacklebolt was over the Potters house, informing them on the little progress they had on finding Harry.
" We had a witness come clear about seeing Harry being thrown into an unmarked black van." He told the family and friends. " We found the van parked at a safe house owned by Lucius Malfoy." He said.
" I knew he had something to do with this." Draco hissed.
" Please tell me you caught Malfoy Sr." Lily said desperately. The bald headed black man shook his head grimly.
" He wasn't there but there were signs of him being there only hours before. He obviously knew we'd be looking for him but what he didn't realize was that by running, we can only assume that he is involved in this."
" Do you think Harry's with him?" Hermione asked fearfully.
" There's no way we can tell. I've got men checking every one of his safe houses as we speak but unfortunately . . .there are a few we don't know about." He turned to Draco. " Do you think you might have an idea, Draco? Do you think you've ever been to one of his safe houses, one we might not know about?" He asked urgently. Draco racked his brain for something but he couldn't grasp any safe house in particular. There were so many that he had been brought to when Lucius had angered some of his more violent enemies that he wasn't sure anymore. He knew there were some well designed ones, hidden in places that would be near impossible to find unless you knew where to look. Unfortunately, Draco had no idea where to look.
" No." He said through gritted teeth. He was becoming increasingly frustrated and fought the urge to rip his hair out.
" Keep trying, Draco. Maybe it'll come to you." Rose said, squeezing his hand lightly.
" Sir!" One of Shacklebolt's men hastily walked up to him with a brown package. " This came in the mail. It's addressed to Draco Malfoy from . . .from Tom Riddle." Everyone's heads snapped up. Draco stood up quickly and ripped the package out of the mans hand. He tore it open and videotape fell out.
" Does your VCR work?" Draco asked James. The black-haired man nodded. Everyone sat around the TV after putting the videotape in. It was black for a while before someone took the lens cap off. Their first view was of a door. Then a slightly bloodied hand opened the door and stepped into a room. They gasped, not believing what they were seeing. There were all kinds of black and white photos of Harry and paintings of the boy. It was like some kind of artists' shrine.
" Do you like my shrine?" They guessed that it was Tom speaking. " It took me a long time to do those paintings. The photos were a lot harder since I had to sneak around to get them. Do you know how hard it is to climb in through his bedroom window?" He laughed harshly. Lily stifled a sob and James wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. " I suppose not. You're not as devoted to him as I am." Tom sounded like a spoilt kid, bragging about a new pet he got.
" I guess you want to see him, huh Draco? I should probably allow you this privilege to see him one last time." The camera angled to show a boy, lying on his side, curled up in a big bed of emerald satin sheets and pillows The bed was scattered with coral and white rose petals and they didn't want to know why either. He only had on a white satin shirt that covered enough of him so that his essentials weren't visible. His pants and boxers were down passed his knees and the whole family grew hot with rage. His hair had been cut off so that it was like James', messy but a little uneven in places and a bit layered and longer on the sides and in the front. It looked as if it had been chopped off more than cut. Everyone paled when they noticed the blood splattered on the bed. Hermione had to leave the room, feeling sick. Lily was shaking uncontrollably with sobs that wracked her body. " Don't mind the blood too much, I got a bit carried away again." They felt sick, watching this and knowing that Harry was hurt. The camera moved down to Harry's feet. They saw how he had a manacle around Harry's bruising ankle and the chain linked to it.
" That bastard, how dare he treat Harry like some kind of animal!" Draco said with barely suppressed rage.
" See, I control him. He belongs to me now, Draco. He's not yours." The camera turned and they faced a crazed Tom Riddle with a bruised cheek. They felt some sort of satisfaction, knowing that Harry hadn't taken anything that man did without a fight. " See this?" Tom held up the ring that Draco had given Harry, his hand had bleeding, angry scratches all of his arm and hand.
" No." Draco whispered shakily, stiffening in his seat. No one else in the room knew what it was.
" This means nothing. It's a material thing with no meaning." Tom sneered. " But I wouldn't expect anything less from a Malfoy." He spat. The camera turned back around to face Harry. " But, I've given him something better." They saw Tom's arm pull Harry so that he was lying on his back and Lily let out a heart-wrenching sob, along side almost everyone else in the room with some cries of outrage.
" That sick fuck!" Draco roared, standing from his seat." I'll kill him!"
" Calm down, yelling won't do any good." James said, feeling as if he wanted to do the same thing. He gently pushed the distraught and pissed off boy down into his seat.
In some kind of mockery of Draco's promise ring to Harry, Tom had etched a jagged lightning bolt into Harry's forehead. It was still bleeding slightly so they knew it was fresh. " Do you like it?" Tom said. They could almost see his grin. " It's much better than that stupid ring since it's permanent once it scars. He'll never be able to forget it . . .or me." Tom said dreamily. Tom's arm came into view again and his hand lightly caressed Harry's cheek, his fingers running over the rosy lips. " Wake up, Harry." Tom said. Harry's eyes, free of glasses, fluttered open and Draco cried fresh tears upon seeing the pain and utter hopelessness in his eyes. " Is there anything you'd like to say to your precious ones and that brat? This is the last time they'll ever be able to see you." Tom said.
" I love you Draco." Harry croaked out, a sparkle of hope and defiance rising in his eyes. They jumped when Tom's hand harshly slapped Harry across the unmarked cheek, bringing tears to the boy's eyes. The sparkle wavered.
" What did I tell you?" Tom growled. " If you mention him again, I'll be forced to hurt Narcissa."
" He has my mom too?" Draco whispered brokenly.
" Yes. I have your mother, Little Malfoy boy." Tom said, as if sensing what he said. " I won't allow you to see her though. She's a feisty wench and too much trouble. I should just kill her off but Lu-- but it makes me ecstatic to know that I can cause you pain by holding the ones you love." Tom said. " I want to make you suffer Malfoy." The camera was laid on its side on the bed. It gave the view of Harry's profile. They saw Tom's face hovering close to Harry's. He turned to the camera with a wickedly evil grin before Tom captured Harry's lips in a brutal kiss that made them all sick to see the man take advantage of the teen. Harry struggled fiercely but Tom held his already bruised wrists. Harry started kicking at him but Tom was completely ignoring that. After an agonizing few minutes, the one sided kiss ended with Harry crying silent tears and glaring at Tom.
" It hurts you that I'm the one who kisses him now." Tom said, looking back at the camera. " That I'm the one who gives him pleasure."
" That's not pleasure, you fucking prick." Draco said, the tears falling faster. " That's torture." He said angrily.
" He may not be very responsive now but as I always say and will say to you, It's easier to resist at the beginning," An evil smirk crossed the mans face as he caressed Harry's bruised and tear stained cheek. " Than at the end."
The tape ended and the living room didn't have a dry eye in it. James, Rich, Sirius, Remus and Draco looked like they were about to go kill something. Lily was sobbing hysterically and Hermione, who had come back in, just in time to see what Tom did to Harry's head, fainted. Jake went stomping out of the house. Shacklebolt looked just as pissed as the Potter men (and the Evans and Malfoy man). He couldn't understand how someone could be so sick and perverted. Rose and Marie were sobbing along side Lily. Draco had felt something else in the package and tipped it so that whatever was in it would fall into his hand. Out came the bloodstained ring that he had given to Harry. He gritted his teeth, silent tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, Draco bolted from the room, heading for the toilet. He was feeling violently sick and just about as hopeless as Harry had looked.
~*_*~ Wednesday
Tom hadn't come back since yesterday when he went to send the tape and develop the pictures he had and Harry wasn't sure if he could get off the bed without falling off. His head felt like it was pressed with a hot iron and any type of movement caused pain in it. He gritted his teeth though and sat up slowly. He carefully climbed off the bed and swayed on his feet after pulling up his underwear and pants. He stumbled out into the living room after dressing himself. The curtains were wide open, showing the dreary view of London. It was raining lightly out there as Harry made his way over too the phone.
He never had a chance to get to the phone before. Tom was an unusually light sleeper and always heard the chain clinking if he moved. Any other time, Tom was right there so there was no chance of trying to call someone. He had to wait for a time when Tom was gone before he could try to use it and he also had to try and find out where they were. He'd look out the window, over the city for hours trying to figure out which building it was. It wasn't until he recognized the street set up and the park below did he remember one of the date's he and Draco had gone on. They had passed this big modern building that stuck out like a sore thumb in London. Draco told him that it was the headquarters of Malfoy Inc., his father's company. He said that he had been there a couple times before and there wasn't anything really special about the building. By then, Harry had known when Draco was lying and he didn't say anything about the lie. He knew there was good reason for it and damn was this a good reason. If his father needed a safe house this bloody safe then he must have some serious enemies.
Harry picked up the phone and clumsily dialed his home phone number, praying that someone would pick up. It rang for a few moments and he almost shouted for joy when someone answered.
" Hello?" He recognized that voice as Kingsley Shacklebolt.
" Investigator Shacklebolt?" He said, his voice a bit sore. He winced as his own voice caused an angry throbbing in his head. There was a short moment of silence.
" Harry?"
" Yes!"
" Can you tell us where you are, Harry?" The man said urgently.
" Yes, the Mal--hello?" The phone suddenly cut off on him. " Hello?"
" This number is unauthorized." Said a ladies voice on the phone before the dial tone sounded.
" Damn." Harry whispered. Harry slammed the phone down before moving to stand by the window. He was so close to getting him and Narcissa out of there. Suddenly a bout of dizziness washed over him and he stumbled away from the window. He fell onto his backside and sat there, trying to make everything stop spinning and his head stop pounding. When it did, he crawled his way back to the couch and pulled himself up on it before curling up in the corner of it. How much blood did he lose anyway? He soon fell into a fitful sleep, filled with blood and roses under a lightning lit sky.
~*_*~
" Shit." Kingsley cursed.
" Was that Harry?" Draco asked with wide eyes, standing from his position on the couch.
" Yes."
" Did he say where he was!?" Draco practically demanded.
" He barely got out a word before the phone cut off." He said to Draco before turning to one of his men. " I'm going to need someone to try and trace that call. Maybe we can figure out where he is from there." The man nodded before running off.
" What did he get out?" Draco asked.
" All he said was Mal." Kingsley said.
" He could have been trying to say Malfoy." Draco said with a hopeful glint in his eye.
" You think he might be in one of the Malfoy buildings?" Shacklebolt asked.
" Maybe . . .how many safe houses have you checked so far?"
" All of them but two. There's one by the coast and one somewhere out in the middle of the open." Kingsley said. " Were checking all the possible places that one could be but wit no luck. Lucius didn't want this one found by us or anyone else."
Draco looked confused for a moment before silently leaving the house and jogging to his car. He hopped in and drove off for London. He'd find Harry if it were the last thing he did.
~*_*~
It was the most unusual sensation to wake up in water. Hands moved over his skin, gently and a hard body behind him, holding him up since he had been unconscious. His eyes opened and he looked up into the blurry eyes of Tom Riddle. Harry's eyes widened when he realized that Tom was in the bathtub with him. He sat up from his leaning position against Tom and made to leave, to go anywhere but there.
" Hey!" Tom said, grabbed him by the waist and held him still. " Sit still, Harry. You're filthy and I want to get all this off of you." Tom muttered.
" It's your fault." Harry hissed, trying to pull Tom's hand from around his waist.
" Do you always place the blame on others?" Tom asked lazily, washing down the boy's back with his free hand.
" I'm not placing blame, I'm simply stating fact, you bastard." He said. Tom's only reply was to chuckle and rest his chin on Harry's shoulder.
" You're awfully cranky." Tom murmured. " Is it because you need to get laid?" Harry froze as a hand traveled down his stomach and something poked into his back. Harry elbowed Tom in the stomach, hard, and climbed out of the tub. He heard Tom curse behind him before a body was thrown at him, knocking him onto the cold floor, and knocking the breath out of him. Tom's weight kept him pressed to the floor as he struggled.
" Get off of me." Harry demanded, breathlessly.
" I don't think so, I quite like this position, thanks." Tom said. " You know, I've been terribly patient with you."
Harry laughed harshly. " Really? Throwing me into walls and carving up my forehead isn't exactly bloody patient." Harry said venomously.
" You made me do it Harry." Tom hissed, " I didn't want to hurt you but you made me. I was only trying to make you feel good!"
" Now who's making excuses?" Harry said. " You idiot, molesting me isn't going to make me 'feel good'. It only makes me hate you more. I will always hate you Riddle and you can't change that because I don't belong to you and never will."
" Shut up." Tom said, pinning his arms behind his back.
" No! You try to make yourself feel better by saying you own me and tormenting my family with videotapes. You're nothing but a perverted freak who gets his kicks off of--" He was cut off by his own scream when Tom took something sharp and started carving something into his back.
When Tom was done, he sat back from his position atop Harry and threw away the bloody razor. He had carved his name deep into Harry's back in neat letters down his the right side of his back. It bled beautifully, running in dark rivulets to the steep of Harry's spine.
" You do belong to me Harry." Tom said quietly. " Marked in more than one way. You'll never leave here and no one will ever find us and if they happen to find us then we'll be long gone, perhaps to Greece. I've always wanted to go there." Tom said.
" They'll find me and Narcissa." Harry told him. " Because I called my house and spoke with Investigator Shacklebolt." He could feel Tom tense on top of him.
" What?" The man hissed.
" You heard me. They'll probably try and trace the call or maybe Draco will find out where I am. He's a smart man." Harry said with a smirk. Tom violently yanked Harry to his feet and began dragging him out the bathroom, forgetting all about the clothes neither of them were wearing. He put the manacle back on Harry's ankle after getting kicked in the face at least twice.
" You are trying my patience." Tom hissed, after Harry tried to kick him again. He dragged Harry by his arm into the bedroom and threw him on the bed.
" Hey, what about some clothes!" Harry said, pulling his knees up to his chest to hide himself from the man. Tom smirked at him, his lip bleeding and a bump forming on his forehead, but that was all before he left. Harry glared at the spot Tom had vacated for the longest time before climbing under the sheets and laying down. He pulled the sheets around him tightly, feeling exposed, knowing that the only thing he had to hide himself were the sheets and he wouldn't sleep because of it. He was afraid of what Tom might do if he fell asleep. His back was already burning from whatever Tom carved into his back. He knew that these sheets would be stained again and if no one came soon. They'd probably be stained over and over.
~*_*~
Draco parked across the street from the Malfoy Inc. building. He looked up at the building, counting each floor. He knew he must have looked like an idiot, standing out in the rain and staring up at a building but he didn't care. He grinned in triumph.
" 31 floors."
He jogged across the street and into the building. He walked straight up to the elevator just as someone entered it. He pressed the hold button while looking at the panel. There were only thirty buttons and a blank one. He also noticed something that looked like it was used to enter a password. He wanted to make sure his assumptions were correct and he walked up to the lady at the front desk. She looked distastefully at his sodden clothes and hair.
" Can I help you . . .sir?" She asked. Draco ignored her tone.
" I was wondering how many floors there were in this building. Perhaps you would know?" He asked. She looked slightly suspicious at the seemingly innocent question.
" 30, why?" She asked.
" Oh, no reason. Thank you for your time." He walked back out of the building and into his car. Hopefully this information would be enough to help Shacklebolt. It was a big possibility that Harry was in that building. As he drove back to the Potter house, he thought about when he was younger. He finally remembered being in that building and his father and mother taking him up to the very top of the building. His mother told him then that this was a hidden room that no one but them and his father's most trusted men knew about. He had been excited because it was a secret and naturally, kids loved keeping secrets and at times telling them. It was the perfect place to hide and he had a feeling that was where his mother and Harry were.
Once he got back to the Potter house, he ignored the reporter waiting outside and trying to get his attention. He barged into the house, making sure to shut and lock the door behind him. Everyone was gathered in the living room again when he came in with a smirk and a bright twinkle in his blue eyes that had been gone ever since Harry had been kidnapped.
" Why are you smiling?" Jake glared. He had been extremely hot-tempered ever since the kidnapping and had snapped at everyone at least twice. Of course he couldn't do much since his arm was still in a sling and too much movement caused pain.
" I know where Harry is." He said. Immediately everyone crowded around him asking, mile an hour questions.
" Hey!" Shacklebolt said, trying to calm everyone down. They weren't listening. " HEY!" That got them to quiet down. " Draco, tell us what you know." He said.
" See, you told me you had checked all but two safe houses and one of them you didn't know where it was exactly. Well, I remembered back when I was about 5 or 6 and Father took me to his building. It was back when this Giovanni guy was pissed off at him for something or other. He made me and mother stay there for a week until things cooled down. It was at the very top of the building and mother told me that no one knew about it except them and my fathers most trusted men."
" What building, Draco." Kingsley asked.
" It's the main Malfoy building in London." He said.
" But . . .that just has 30 floors of offices and a lunch area, maybe a bunch of sitting areas and rooms for photo shoots and things like that." Said one officer, Mundungus Fletcher.
" Have you ever stood outside the building and actually counted how many floors there were?" He asked. He shook his head. " There are 31 floors."
" Are you serious?" Kingsley asked, eyes widening slightly.
" Extremely so. It would make sense why no one could find it."
" But how would you get up there? There isn't a 31st floor button is there?" James asked.
" No, there isn't. But there is a blank button that serves no apparent purpose." He said. " There's also this smaller side panel that looks like you'd insert a code of some sort to get up to there. It's the only explanation."
" Then it looks like we have a lot of work to do." Kingsley said. As he went to do his job.
Thursday.
Harry held fast to his wish not to fall asleep and hadn't slept the whole day or night until around 8:00 in the morning when he found that he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. Staying in one spot for so long was bound to have him falling asleep at some point. It was possibly the worst thing he could have done in his entire life. Four hours later he was having a dreamless sleep when he became aware of a body on top of his, hands running through his hair and a tongue invading his mouth. His eyes snapped open and looked into the amused violet eyes of Tom Riddle.
" Good morning." Tom purred; eyes laced with lust and a twisted kind of love.
" Get off of me." Harry said calmly. His green eyes blazed with the kind of anger only produced by fear. Tom was naked again and he Harry had been naked since the bath yesterday. The man's body was pressed up against him with a full erection that sickened Harry deeply.
" Nope." Tom said lightly. " Every good relationship needs punishment." Tom said, still running his hands through Harry's hair. " And what better way to deliver punishment with pleasure?" Harry's eyes widened fearfully and he struggled futilely against the stronger man. That was when he realized that his hands were handcuffed to the bed again." Oh stop struggling. You know you'll be begging me for more, later." Tom said with a seductive grin. He forcefully parted Harry's legs, kneeling between them.
" Don't do this." Harry whispered.
" Hm . . ." Was the only answer Tom gave. He had coated his hardened length with a lubricant he had with him, not even bothering with Harry.
" Don't!" Harry said loudly when Tom grabbed his legs and pulled them on to his shoulders before leaning down to look into Harry's face. Harry stared at him with wide eyes, feeling short of breath with his legs pushed up against his chest and Tom poking at his unprepared entrance. Tears welled up in his eyes and his heart pounded in his head painfully at the prospect of what was about to happen. " Please don't do this." Harry whispered pathetically.
" I own you, therefore I can do what I want to you." Tom said darkly. With one thrust he buried himself deep inside of the screaming boy. He let out a low moan of pleasure before moving with quick, hard thrusts that went deep each time. With each thrust Tom brought more tears to Harry's eyes and more screams as he was forcefully taken.
Narcissa yelled from her room, banging on the door as if she were trying to knock it down. If she could have, she would've. She knew in her heart what Tom was doing and had prayed that Tom wouldn't do that, anything but that. Tears came to her eyes and the helplessness she felt. She sank to the floor, leaning against the door as Harry's screams grew. Now she could only pray that Harry wouldn't give up the hope that someone would come.
It hurt.
It hurt so bloody much and all he could think about was the pain and Tom's pleasure filled eyes and what he felt was his ultimate betrayal to Draco. How could he have any hope after this?
" I have a terribly feeling." Draco said at lunch, setting down his fork. The Potters, Evans, Grangers, Sirius, Remus, and Ron (he never stayed to long.) looked at him strangely.
" What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
" I don't know. I just have this terribly feeling that something's wrong." He said quietly.
" Don't worry, They're going to get Harry. They said they had people hacking the codes to get to the top. I'm sure everything's going fine." Ron said optimistically. He had been filled in on the situation when he came over.
" But everything doesn't feel fine." He said, getting up.
" Where are you going?" James asked.
" I'm not going to sit here waiting. I'm going down there. When they get Harry, I want to be the one he sees not some other guy." He said as he headed for the door. Everyone looked at each other before scrambling out of their seats to get in their cars. Draco had a pretty damn good point.
A/N: * hides behind a brick wall * er, yeah. See I decided to leave the rescue for the next chapter, other wise, I'm sure that chapter would have been shorter. This chapter was pretty much a whole bunch of torture, I realize but after reading so many dark fics on FF.Net, I got into this evil mood and this is one of the reasons why the chapter ended as it did. I hope you all don't hate me too much, which is why I'll be writing another much lighter fic for those who find this cruel and evil. Hehe. Don't know when that'll be up though. Anyhoo. I hope this didn't suck too much and PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!
(Sorry if this sucks, I finally realized that I have issues with the number 12. It's a curse. I ended up putting an original story on hold because I can never write the 12th chapter to it! And now I'm rewriting it. Le sigh)
Oh yeah, White roses symbolize Innocence and Coral roses symbolize desire. Heee. Just incase you were wondering why I picked those color roses instead of Red. (In case none of you know, coral is like a beige, peach color. Thanks to Chibi Izzum for that.)