Empty Pain
By, Zaratha Zarati
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The pain flashed up the Raven-haired boy's arm, hot bloody pain. "Yes" a choked whisper escaped the boy's lips; it felt so good even as it hurt. The numbness of mind and body slowly drifted away in that pain, and he could be alive again for a moment. The dagger flashed for the second time that night slicing across the already very scarred arm. The blood was so beautiful in its roaring free red state; it had escaped the blue perfect angelic form that it had to keep up when within the boy's veins.
Green eye's watched the red flow, the harsh pain of reality fully realized in there emerald depths. What this young man had coped with, were thing's no boy should ever have to cope with, and yet here he was. It was a shock really that he was still alive, not because of the terrifying plan's made to plan his death that he'd escaped. No it was a shock that he had held on this long, and not done the job himself.
The reason he hadn't killed himself yet was once dead, would he be able to face everyone who was dead?
His thin lip's twisted in a bitter smile as the boy's mind recalled the last person who had died because of him. Ronald Weasly was lost only a week before, and Hermione Granger two month's before that. The names could go on forever, countless and yet each one vividly recalled in its painful entirety.
A sharper pain then the rest shot up his arm suddenly, he'd hit a soft spot, oh and the release it allowed him was the only blessing left to him. The gods only knew the how terrible this young man's dreams were in their forever-haunted state. Dream's of death and nothing else, his only peaceful sleeps in the past few years had been when he had passed out, and dreamt of nothing at all.
Sirius, and Neville – He hadn't been able to save them. Ron, Hermione, Tonks, Fred, Seamus, Dean, Ginny, Blaise, and so many more, and not a single one had been saved by his miserable soul. He always seemed to fail no matter how hard he tried, how hard he pushed himself it never affected the outcome.
Sighing he allowed the blade to rest in it's case reluctantly, there was a meeting he had to attend today, a meeting that could stop all his pain, but only if the man who promised was telling the truth. The young man had been manipulated so many times, but any chance to stop the pain was one that he would take. He would take it; even though it meant betraying those he loved most.
Pulling his coat over the still open and bleeding wounds, the raven-haired boy hurried to the door and yanked it open. The outsides world scents assailed his senses and swept him into its bittersweet hold. Shaking it out of his head the young man practically ran across the lawn to reach the boundaries where he could apperate to the meeting place.
With a snapping noise following a wave of his wand the young man appeared in a dark clearing, a graveyard. Cedric, the boy could almost see him laying on the ground again. Shaking his head Harry continued forward to stand in the center of dark robed figures. "My lord I am here"
"Good," a high pitch cackle rang from the mouth of a snake like man "Potter join us and kill those I hate, and your pain will leave you"
Nodding Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived bent before his mortal enemy in submission and murmured two words, "Yes Master."
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, I will post more soon.