Weeks went by. It was like living his past all over again except it hurt
more now for he saw the hope, he was able to live the hope those seven
years at Hogwarts. He tasted the hope and now, now that he was at the peak
of all of the hope and caught a glimps of the future it was taken away from
him. They took it away. They wouldn't let him be happy. Never would they
ever let a freak like him be happy if they could help it.
Once again Aunt Petunia would bring up the cold leftovers from their dinner and hand it to Harry. Harry was still in chains but they were not stopping him from moving at all. He could still reach out. She never stayed long, she never spoke to him. Just handed him the food and left.
After a month went by Harry realized how stupid he had been to lose hope. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He realized it the day an owl flew into the window of his room. He recognized it. It was Pidwigeon, Ron's owl. Of course his friends would be worried about him. He would be able to write back to them and tell him that he needed help and they would come rescue him.
But that never happened. Although the letters came and he was able to open them and read them, he was never able to write back. He couldn't even tell his friends. Pidwigeon would fly away whenever one of the Dursley's would enter the room to check on Harry in hopes that he would just die right there.
More letters would find their way to Harry but Harry would always be unable to reply. Many of the letters were starting to sound concerned. How Ron had showed up at Harry's penthouse to find that he wasn't there. How Harry hadn't shown up for training and he was going to lose his spot as an Auror for showing such irresponsibility as a warning from Hermione. They were concerned about him but they couldn't help. They were looking in all the wrong places. They didn't know where to find him.
Once again, it felt like fate was toying with him. It felt like fate had shown him another glimpse of hope and took it away from him once again. Harry was getting tired of all this. He didn't want to be played like a fool anymore. He wanted to go to his house. He wanted to save the world, with his own hands. He wanted to make a name for himself through the things he had done himself, not with others help. He wanted to make a difference.
It was 2 months into the torture when it happened. The Dursley's had left the house. They were going to a formal gathering and Harry was not invited, no surprise there. The Dursley's had told the neighbors that Harry now in jail for being a convicted criminal. Oh how disappointed they were to have spent all that time and effort on him and he turned out to be so rotten. To disappoint them so much. Harry didn't bother trying to make noise whenever the neighbors came over for tea anymore. They wouldn't care if they found him there anyway. No one dared to ever go against what the Dursley's said. In their own way they were like a little clan of Voldemort themselves. Many muggles feared them. They certainly weren't as powerful but they were feared and listened to. But there was also always a group of individuals who knew they were full of bullshit. Those who didn't trust the Dursley's and usually they would regret it. Aunt Petunia and her influences were very powerful. If anyone tried to defy the Dursley's they would be shunned from the rest of their friends. Harry felt sorry for them. In his own way it was like Voldemort was winning. The Dursley's were winning. They were gaining power and no one was going to stop them. No one had the power or courage to put a stop to it. Unless it was up to magic of course.
They were gone and Harry was alone. All of a sudden a crack was heard and Harry jerked his head up to find none other than Draco Malfoy standing there looking at him. Draco just stared at Harry for a long time without a word. Finally he made a face of disgust and pinched his nose
"You smell awful." He said sounding like a muffled chimpmunk.
"Well you would too if you were chain up for 2 months." Replied Harry. That hurt, he didn't want Draco to see him like this. Of all people not Draco.
"Well, if you would like to know, i'm getting you out of here. But not before you shower, ugh. If I release you you promise not to touch me?" asked Draco
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, I promise." Then it hit him "Why are you here?" Harry's eyes went wide open. "Voldemort, your helping him kill me aren't you?"
Draco rolled his eyes and took out his wand "I didn't want to be a death eater Harry."
"Then why the bloody hell are you here?"
"Because Harry, I'm here to save you. Now, unless you want to die here I suggest you shut up and let me release you."
"They'll be home any minute."
"Oh, you mean they aren't home already?" said Draco looking fully disappointed. "And I was looking forward to killing someone today."
Harry didn't have time to ask any questions because Draco had muttered the spell that dropped his chains to the ground.
Draco said nothing more but pointed to the bathroom and made yet another expression of disgust.
Once again Aunt Petunia would bring up the cold leftovers from their dinner and hand it to Harry. Harry was still in chains but they were not stopping him from moving at all. He could still reach out. She never stayed long, she never spoke to him. Just handed him the food and left.
After a month went by Harry realized how stupid he had been to lose hope. Why hadn't he thought of it before? He realized it the day an owl flew into the window of his room. He recognized it. It was Pidwigeon, Ron's owl. Of course his friends would be worried about him. He would be able to write back to them and tell him that he needed help and they would come rescue him.
But that never happened. Although the letters came and he was able to open them and read them, he was never able to write back. He couldn't even tell his friends. Pidwigeon would fly away whenever one of the Dursley's would enter the room to check on Harry in hopes that he would just die right there.
More letters would find their way to Harry but Harry would always be unable to reply. Many of the letters were starting to sound concerned. How Ron had showed up at Harry's penthouse to find that he wasn't there. How Harry hadn't shown up for training and he was going to lose his spot as an Auror for showing such irresponsibility as a warning from Hermione. They were concerned about him but they couldn't help. They were looking in all the wrong places. They didn't know where to find him.
Once again, it felt like fate was toying with him. It felt like fate had shown him another glimpse of hope and took it away from him once again. Harry was getting tired of all this. He didn't want to be played like a fool anymore. He wanted to go to his house. He wanted to save the world, with his own hands. He wanted to make a name for himself through the things he had done himself, not with others help. He wanted to make a difference.
It was 2 months into the torture when it happened. The Dursley's had left the house. They were going to a formal gathering and Harry was not invited, no surprise there. The Dursley's had told the neighbors that Harry now in jail for being a convicted criminal. Oh how disappointed they were to have spent all that time and effort on him and he turned out to be so rotten. To disappoint them so much. Harry didn't bother trying to make noise whenever the neighbors came over for tea anymore. They wouldn't care if they found him there anyway. No one dared to ever go against what the Dursley's said. In their own way they were like a little clan of Voldemort themselves. Many muggles feared them. They certainly weren't as powerful but they were feared and listened to. But there was also always a group of individuals who knew they were full of bullshit. Those who didn't trust the Dursley's and usually they would regret it. Aunt Petunia and her influences were very powerful. If anyone tried to defy the Dursley's they would be shunned from the rest of their friends. Harry felt sorry for them. In his own way it was like Voldemort was winning. The Dursley's were winning. They were gaining power and no one was going to stop them. No one had the power or courage to put a stop to it. Unless it was up to magic of course.
They were gone and Harry was alone. All of a sudden a crack was heard and Harry jerked his head up to find none other than Draco Malfoy standing there looking at him. Draco just stared at Harry for a long time without a word. Finally he made a face of disgust and pinched his nose
"You smell awful." He said sounding like a muffled chimpmunk.
"Well you would too if you were chain up for 2 months." Replied Harry. That hurt, he didn't want Draco to see him like this. Of all people not Draco.
"Well, if you would like to know, i'm getting you out of here. But not before you shower, ugh. If I release you you promise not to touch me?" asked Draco
Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes, I promise." Then it hit him "Why are you here?" Harry's eyes went wide open. "Voldemort, your helping him kill me aren't you?"
Draco rolled his eyes and took out his wand "I didn't want to be a death eater Harry."
"Then why the bloody hell are you here?"
"Because Harry, I'm here to save you. Now, unless you want to die here I suggest you shut up and let me release you."
"They'll be home any minute."
"Oh, you mean they aren't home already?" said Draco looking fully disappointed. "And I was looking forward to killing someone today."
Harry didn't have time to ask any questions because Draco had muttered the spell that dropped his chains to the ground.
Draco said nothing more but pointed to the bathroom and made yet another expression of disgust.