Title: The Breaking Point
Author: Crimson Symphony
Category: Romance/Drama
Main Pairing: HP/DM
Chapter Summary: Harry finds out where he was transported.
Rating: R, I suppose. Just not now anyway.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author's Notes: Sorry once again for the mistakes.
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The Breaking Point: Chapter 1
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"Wake up, you pathetic excuse for a wizard!" I opened my eyes to see a bland looking man wearing a filthy black robe. I absently wondered if he thought that he was a good excuse for a wizard, before turning my attention to the room I was in. It wasn't really a room at all, but what looked like a dungeon, complete with cells, chains, and people on the brink of death. It was damp, cold, dark and smelled of pain and suffering.
"Well, well, well" came a familiar voice, and though I couldn't see his face, I knew that it was Lucius Malfoy. "If it isn't the Golden Boy himself, awake at last."
"Mr. Malfoy." I addressed formally.
"I'm so honored that you remember me, Mr. Potter." was his sarcastic rebuke.
"What do you want with me Mr. Malfoy?" I prompted, not in the mood for this conversation.
"Why, we're impatient now, aren't we? I only wanted to welcome you to my humble adobe. You'll be here for quite a while."
"I've seen better." I replied.
"Yes, well I'm sorry that these accomidations are not to your liking. I'm afraid that I must cut this welcoming party short, but I have a meeting to attend to. I'm sure that my son will be down to greet you once you're settled in." He smirked, and I was pretty sure that by settled in, he didn't mean something I would like.
As soon as he left I learned that I was right. The man I had first seen when he'd woken me up was back, with his wand at hand. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. "Crucio," he said with great pleasure.
I curled into a ball, screaming in pain, in the unbearable agony that the spell was causing me. I stopped, though, when I heard the man laughing at my pain. He took the spell off soon enough after that, most likely because he got bored when I didn't scream.
He kicked me hard in the stomach and chest. I gave no reaction, or at least I tried not to. I tried to be stone, as if nothing was wrong, but it got increasingly hard to do so, especially when he cried "Crucio!" for the second time.
I writhed around the ground in agony, and just when I thought that if I took much more of the spell then I'd die, or go mad, a voice called out to the man. "Stop, Odius," and the man, Odius I supposed, took the spell off of me, giving me one last kick in my ribs, at least two of which I knew were broken. Painfully, I turned my head in the direction on the voice. It was Draco Malfoy, walking down the stairs to the dungeon. He looked... different somehow. I couldn't exactly place it, but I knew that this Draco Malfoy was not the same person as the snobbish little bratty one that I knew from school. He met my eyes momentarily as he descended, but quickly broke the eye contact.
When he was standing right in front of me he motioned for Odius to leave. The moment that he was gone, Malfoy kneeled down next to me, and turned me on my back. I winced, and watched him carefully, not fully sure what was happening. He placed both hands, palms down, on my chest and closed his eyes in concentration. Nothing happened at first, but then there was a curious sensation in the areas under his hands, as if something was being ebbed into me from him. I don't know why I allowed him to do anything, after all his father had brought me here and he'd hated from the first day in school, when I refused his friendship.
I didn't know why I let touch me, but I did. And I blamed it on his eyes. Those eyes that were always hiding his emotions with stone and ice. The eyes that for a short moment were shining brighter than I had ever thought anyone's eyes, even Dumbeldore's, were capable of shining. That momentary flicker of emotion in his eyes made me trust him, so I blamed it on his eyes.
He moved his hands from my chest and I realized that he'd finished. My chest felt less pressured, so I guessed that he'd healed me. "Potter." It was the first word he'd spoken to me since he got there.
I took a moment to study him before answering, "Malfoy," in much the same fashion that he greeted me.
He smirked. "You look really crappy, you know."
"So do you, but then again you always look like that, at least I have a reason."
"I'll let that pass, seeing that you are the one in a heap on the ground." He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and brought me to a set of manacles on the wall. He chained me up and put a hand on his hip. "Or in this case chained to a wall."
"If I ever get out of here, Malfoy-"
He interrupted me to say, "If? My Potter, I'm disappointed. Whatever happened to that annoying 'when an not if' attitude of yours?"
I growled at him and he smirked. "*When* I get out of here Malfoy," I amended angrily, "I'll make you wish you were never born."
"Hn." He turned his back to me and started walking away. "I'd like to see you try. You probably won't even live that long. Especially after Odius is done with you."
Then he was gone and I was left alone in the dark dungeon, save for the ghosts and zombie-like prisoners.
All that I could think was, Would I look like them, too? Barely... desperately clinging to life?
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A/N: I enjoyed writing this chapter. Thank you those who reviewed, I will get another chapter up sometime next week.
I have a question: Do you think Draco is being too nice? I mean he healed Harry(yes that is what he did). Was that too soon? Should I have made Harry suffer more? Is Draco out of character? What about Harry?
Okay that was more than one question...
Please Review.
Author: Crimson Symphony
Category: Romance/Drama
Main Pairing: HP/DM
Chapter Summary: Harry finds out where he was transported.
Rating: R, I suppose. Just not now anyway.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Author's Notes: Sorry once again for the mistakes.
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The Breaking Point: Chapter 1
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"Wake up, you pathetic excuse for a wizard!" I opened my eyes to see a bland looking man wearing a filthy black robe. I absently wondered if he thought that he was a good excuse for a wizard, before turning my attention to the room I was in. It wasn't really a room at all, but what looked like a dungeon, complete with cells, chains, and people on the brink of death. It was damp, cold, dark and smelled of pain and suffering.
"Well, well, well" came a familiar voice, and though I couldn't see his face, I knew that it was Lucius Malfoy. "If it isn't the Golden Boy himself, awake at last."
"Mr. Malfoy." I addressed formally.
"I'm so honored that you remember me, Mr. Potter." was his sarcastic rebuke.
"What do you want with me Mr. Malfoy?" I prompted, not in the mood for this conversation.
"Why, we're impatient now, aren't we? I only wanted to welcome you to my humble adobe. You'll be here for quite a while."
"I've seen better." I replied.
"Yes, well I'm sorry that these accomidations are not to your liking. I'm afraid that I must cut this welcoming party short, but I have a meeting to attend to. I'm sure that my son will be down to greet you once you're settled in." He smirked, and I was pretty sure that by settled in, he didn't mean something I would like.
As soon as he left I learned that I was right. The man I had first seen when he'd woken me up was back, with his wand at hand. His mouth curled into a cruel smile. "Crucio," he said with great pleasure.
I curled into a ball, screaming in pain, in the unbearable agony that the spell was causing me. I stopped, though, when I heard the man laughing at my pain. He took the spell off soon enough after that, most likely because he got bored when I didn't scream.
He kicked me hard in the stomach and chest. I gave no reaction, or at least I tried not to. I tried to be stone, as if nothing was wrong, but it got increasingly hard to do so, especially when he cried "Crucio!" for the second time.
I writhed around the ground in agony, and just when I thought that if I took much more of the spell then I'd die, or go mad, a voice called out to the man. "Stop, Odius," and the man, Odius I supposed, took the spell off of me, giving me one last kick in my ribs, at least two of which I knew were broken. Painfully, I turned my head in the direction on the voice. It was Draco Malfoy, walking down the stairs to the dungeon. He looked... different somehow. I couldn't exactly place it, but I knew that this Draco Malfoy was not the same person as the snobbish little bratty one that I knew from school. He met my eyes momentarily as he descended, but quickly broke the eye contact.
When he was standing right in front of me he motioned for Odius to leave. The moment that he was gone, Malfoy kneeled down next to me, and turned me on my back. I winced, and watched him carefully, not fully sure what was happening. He placed both hands, palms down, on my chest and closed his eyes in concentration. Nothing happened at first, but then there was a curious sensation in the areas under his hands, as if something was being ebbed into me from him. I don't know why I allowed him to do anything, after all his father had brought me here and he'd hated from the first day in school, when I refused his friendship.
I didn't know why I let touch me, but I did. And I blamed it on his eyes. Those eyes that were always hiding his emotions with stone and ice. The eyes that for a short moment were shining brighter than I had ever thought anyone's eyes, even Dumbeldore's, were capable of shining. That momentary flicker of emotion in his eyes made me trust him, so I blamed it on his eyes.
He moved his hands from my chest and I realized that he'd finished. My chest felt less pressured, so I guessed that he'd healed me. "Potter." It was the first word he'd spoken to me since he got there.
I took a moment to study him before answering, "Malfoy," in much the same fashion that he greeted me.
He smirked. "You look really crappy, you know."
"So do you, but then again you always look like that, at least I have a reason."
"I'll let that pass, seeing that you are the one in a heap on the ground." He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and brought me to a set of manacles on the wall. He chained me up and put a hand on his hip. "Or in this case chained to a wall."
"If I ever get out of here, Malfoy-"
He interrupted me to say, "If? My Potter, I'm disappointed. Whatever happened to that annoying 'when an not if' attitude of yours?"
I growled at him and he smirked. "*When* I get out of here Malfoy," I amended angrily, "I'll make you wish you were never born."
"Hn." He turned his back to me and started walking away. "I'd like to see you try. You probably won't even live that long. Especially after Odius is done with you."
Then he was gone and I was left alone in the dark dungeon, save for the ghosts and zombie-like prisoners.
All that I could think was, Would I look like them, too? Barely... desperately clinging to life?
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A/N: I enjoyed writing this chapter. Thank you those who reviewed, I will get another chapter up sometime next week.
I have a question: Do you think Draco is being too nice? I mean he healed Harry(yes that is what he did). Was that too soon? Should I have made Harry suffer more? Is Draco out of character? What about Harry?
Okay that was more than one question...
Please Review.
