~Enflamed~
Summery: This is the story of two boys. Who met each other under horrible circumstances, but managed to fall in love. No Magic, No Hogwarts, only two boys in the year 1944. When the world is in war and nobody is to be trusted, miracles do happen.
Warning: This is NOT a happy, fluffy story. There's rape, torture and murder in this fic. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story is Slash DM/HP, because they're beautiful together!
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Chapter one
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~Enflamed~
The trip took over two days. For two days they got nothing to eat, but
some old hard bread and filthy water. Hours of thinking, what would
happen to them?, hours of not knowing where they were going. Hours of
occasionally hearing others sobbing, praying and screaming. Minutes seemed hours, and
hours seemed days.
At the end Draco thought he would go mad, if he stayed there one more second.
The trip didn't seem to have an end, only a horrible beginning. Draco didn't
even know if his mother was still alive, he hoped that she didn't struggle
to much. Knowing his mother, she
wouldn't. If only he could have advised her, if only he would know. Now he
was living with a question, he couldn't live with. Not knowing was driving
him crazy. He had to get an answer to the question, although he was sure he
wouldn't get it. Inside himself hope seemed to be slipping away. At one
point he was sure his mother was dead.
Around him girls just wouldn't stop sobbing. Girls tried to comfort others
but often ended up crying themselves. Even Draco pulled a girl in his
embrace. She was currently sleeping against his chest. Draco didn't cry for
one second. He wouldn't and he couldn't. He wanted to be strong no matter
what happened, although he was scared to death. He promised his father that
he would stay strong and he wasn't going to break that promise.
His father trained him well. 'Not to cause to much trouble when you are in
trouble, that's the key' He still heard his father say that to him. It often
happened that son's of powerful or rich people were kidnapped. The
kidnappers were often poor people in need of money. The Malfoy's were rich
and powerful, so of course Lucius had told him what to do in a situation
like that. He had to gain trust and wait, before betraying them.
In this case, that's what Draco figured, he had to stay low-profiled,
obedient and brave. Then when they weren't looking at him, he would escape.
Because he had to escape, that was a fact. If he was right about what was
going to happen to him, he could better escape soon. Terrible things were
about to happen, and he didn't like them one bit.
Draco sighed as his thought traveled back to his mother and father. The
Malfoys had a beautiful manor not far from the house he and his mother were
staying in when the soldiers came. His father left a several months ago,
maybe even over half a year. Lucius wanted he and his mother to be safe. So
he brought a little house in the middle of the village before he left.
Although the Malfoy Manor wasn't far away from the town, it was terribly
lonely. And a target for the enemy. Because of it's size and his fathers
power, the enemy would want to destroy them. The enemy wouldn't hesitate to
attack the Manor and kill everyone inside. That's why his mother send away
all the people who worked for them home and moved together with him to their
new house. It was strange at first to live in a small house, having to do
everything yourself. But in time Draco learned to handle the things as they
were. Now he often thought that he was a spoiled brat at first.
His new home was meant to be safe, but apparently it was far from that. And
the worst thing was that the soldiers weren't even the enemy. Draco couldn't
understand how people could be so heartless. Did the war make their hearts
back? Didn't they feel anymore? They were nothing but poppets from the king,
obeying his every command. They weren't people anymore, they were monsters.
Monsters who cared only for themselves and their king.
*
The truck finally stopped, and the noise from outside reached their ears.
They were in a crowded place, they could hear voices everywhere.
The truck finally stopped, and the noise from outside reached their ears.
They were in a crowded place, they could hear voices everywhere.
The truck doors were opened and they were all blinded by the light. Draco
heard chuckles behind the blinding light and clenched his jaw. He didn't
like to be laughed at. Especially not by these inhuman creatures.
"Get out!" He heard one of the soldiers yell, but no one moved.
All the girls were frozen in their spot, gasping loudly. With a sigh Draco
stood up and exited the truck reluctantly. His legs hurt like hell when he
stood on the ground. After sitting so long, they weren't used to standing
anymore. He refused to collapse on the floor and show his weakness.
He was grabbed and held tightly by two men. He didn't struggle as his
fathers words repeated themselves in his head over and over again.
The other girls were kicked and pushed out of the truck and Draco had to
look away as a sick feeling overwhelmed him. The soldiers were looking at
the girls hungrily. As starved lions to a piece of meat. At the end when all
the girls were out, most of them bleeding somewhere, they were pushed into
the direction of a big building.
It was then when Draco started to look around and realise they were in a
city. People were looking at them with pain and compassion their eyes. Draco
knew that they knew what was going to happen to them, but to his regret he
couldn't ask them. He turned back to the building and let the man drag him
towards the building. His whole legs were tingling unpleasantly.
Suddenly he heard a girl scream loudly, through all the other sobbing girls.
He turned and saw that one of the soldiers had pushed the girl against the
wall. His hands moved over her thighs and inner thighs, while the girl was
screaming and trying to push him away. Draco looked away and wanted to cover
his ears, but it was too late. A horrifying scream filled the air, and Draco
knew the soldier had penetrated the girl.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Another soldier said, tearing the man away from the
girl. "You know what the rules are!" The soldier punched the other soldier
in his face.
"Yes sir,"
"Take her away to the others, she isn't worth anything anymore," With that
the man walked away and Draco entered the building. Completely horrified and
shaking.
His worst nightmare was coming true. They were sex slaves. They were nothing
but meat to satisfy their needs. To them they were toys.
*
They were all pushed into small rooms, without a window. The rooms smelled
like dust and sweat at the same time. The walls were light brown and Draco
couldn't make out if it was paint or filth. The sheets on the small bed
weren't white either. Draco didn't even want to think about what happened on
those sheets before he came in. Nor did he dared to lie underneath them,
afraid of what might be underneath those sheets. Evidence for what happened
there.
There was a small mirror on the wall apart from the bed and lamp. Draco
looked into it and saw how pale he looked. Slowly he brought his hand
towards his cheek, as if he was checking to see if the reflection was real.
His hair was hanging loose beside his face, making him look like a ghost.
Finally his legs gave in to his weight and his eyes to his tears. He
collapsed on the floor, trying his best to fight his tears. Or at least
bring them down to soft sobs, but he failed miserably. All the things he saw
had to come out. His hands moved over his face, trying to wipe away every
tear.
For hours he sat in a corner, scared to death. His tears had dried out long
ago. His eyelids were getting heavy, but he refused to close them. They fell
occasionally and he couldn't register how many time past before he opened
them again, shocked that he'd fallen asleep.
He didn't realise he'd fallen asleep again, until someone pushed the key
into the door. When Draco realised where he was, he quickly stood up looking
for a place to hide himself, but there was none.
A fat, tall man with short light brown hair came in with an evil grin on his
face.
"Hello beauty," As soon as those words reached his ears, he knew that this
was bad. This man was bad. Bad things were going to happen.
The man closed the door behind him, while Draco pushed himself against the
wall. As if he wanted to become one with the wall. The man walked towards
him, still grinning like a mad man. He looked at Draco hungrily, as he
licked his lips.
"You know what the best thing is about boys? You can fuck them as much as
you want and they won't notice a thing!" Draco's eyes widened as he took in
a sharp breath.
Draco ducked as the man tried to grab him. He tried to make his way to the
door and get out, but the man managed to grab his arm and pulled him back
roughly. Draco yelped and kicked the man against his knee. The kick was
aimed higher up, but failed. Despite that, it caused the man a lot of pain.
The man growled and grabbed his knee with one hand, the other hand was still
holding Draco's arm. Draco tried to get the man to release his arm, but
failed again.
"You nasty little bitch," The man hisses, as Draco hit him again. This time
Draco slapped him in the face.
But it didn't seem to have any effect. The man continued to corner him and
look at him hungrily and needy. It seemed as if Draco's struggling aroused
the man even more. Draco realised that fighting the man wouldn't help one
bit. The man was far too big and strong.
"Please don't do this. Please," Draco began to bed the man, desperately. He
couldn't think clear anymore. The only thing he wanted was to get out of
here. Away from this disgusting man.
The man laughed as Draco's body hit the wall behind him. Shock was written
all over his face. The man had him trapped. Not knowing what to do, Draco
began to scream his lungs out.
"That won't help one bit. All we ever hear here are screams," The man said,
obviously getting a bit irritated.
All the fighting, stamping, crying and objecting didn't make any difference.
Draco hoped that the man would become tired or discouraged, but now it
became clear that the man wouldn't back off, before his 'needs' were
satisfied.
The man grabbed his jaw and slapped his mouth against Draco's. Draco
clenched his fists and didn't allow the man's tongue to enter his mouth. No
matter how hard the man pinched his cheek. With a growl the man seemed to
give up.
Draco sighed in relieve, but gulped again when he saw the silvery flash of a
knife. The man pushed the knife against his neck.
"I'll kill! I'll kill!" he said. It was obvious that Draco's struggle was
making him annoyed.
In one move, the man threw Draco on the bed. At first Draco thought that he
would hit the ground, hard. It would have been better than this. Now he was
lying on the filthy sheets, he swore to himself not to touch. Now he was
just another victim, leaving his evidence on these sheets.
The man climbed on top of him and ravished his clothes. The weight of the
man made it impossible for Draco to breathe. The man traced Draco's throat,
arm, waist and legs with the knife, before putting it away again.
The man wiggled on top of him for a few seconds. Draco thought that the man
would suffocate him and was relieved when the man sat up again. At the same
time Draco realised what that meant and tried to fight the man off him for
the last time. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks.
When Draco felt something prodding against his entrance, he clenched the
dreaded sheets and shut his eyes as tight as possible.
A heartrending scream filled the air when the man claimed him. Claimed
something that wasn't his to claim.
Draco felt the pain paralyse his whole body and closed his eyes once again.
His whole body was shaking and at that point Draco seemed to leave his body.
It was as if he was watching himself get raped. He didn't feel the man slam
against him over and over again. The only thing he felt was coldness.
~Something broke inside him that night~
He didn't re-enter his body until the man had released himself and dropped
his weight once again on top of Draco.
Draco's eyes snapped open. He had to get out of here! The man was panting
heavily in his ear. Draco clenched his jaw, utterly disgusted by the man. In
one move he threw the man off him on the floor next to the bed and grabbed
his clothes. Making his way to the door, he heard the man yell something
behind him, but he couldn't register the words.
He slammed the door behind him and managed to lock the door with his
trembling hands. The adrenaline rushed through his veins as he looked for a
way out of this building. At the end of the corridor was a window. Draco ran
towards it, hearing the man yell and pound on the door behind him. Afraid
that he would loose too much time, Draco didn't put his clothes on right
away.
He looked outside the window and saw that he would have to jump about 3
metres to get to the ground. He couldn't see very well, because it was dark
outside. This was the only way to get out. Going downstairs wasn't an
option. There were too many people, he would never get through.
Behind him he heard the man break down the door. Everything seemed to happen
in slow-motion. A half-dressed man came storming out of 'his' room. Draco
opened the window and jumped into the darkness.
His ankles hurt as his feet slammed against the ground. His knees banded and
he had to lean back, not to fall over. As quick as his feet touched the
ground they were gone again. Draco didn't know where he was, or where to go.
The only thing he knew was that he had to get away from this building.
He ran until he found a small alley. Here he put on his clothes again.
Although they were mostly broken, he managed to prevent them from dropping
by making a few knots.
Only then he realised how cold he was. He was sure that his lips were bluish
purple, if he could see himself in a mirror. He couldn't stop trembling.
He made his way deeper into the city until he was exhausted. He couldn't
move his feet anymore. He was too tired to even breathe. All he wanted was
to go asleep. To escape his thoughts and his flash-backs in his dreams. He
collapsed on the floor in a corner of a dark and narrow alley. Too tired to
worry about anything his head hit his chest and his mind went black as he
drifted into the blackness called sleep.
*
Noise woke him up the next morning. Men were shouting not far from where he
was lying. Draco opened his eyes and saw soldiers march through the street
connected to the alley. He suppressed a moan when he left his body arch all
over. He hadn't slept in a comfortable position. He was sure that id he
would stand up, he would break. He wasn't sure what to do. Stay or leave,
either way he could get caught.
The fact that his feet were too tired to carry him made him stay in the
alley. The sun was beginning to come up and Draco began to feel more and
more trapped. His heart began to beat faster and he began to feel
claustrophobic. He tried to breathe normal, but somehow he couldn't and
started to pant slightly.
The noise came closer and closer.
***
Harry had been 'practising' the art of war, as all the soldiers called it,
for two days.
Two days he did nothing, but learning how to kill other humans. They showed
them how to use a gun and how to use other weapons. Harry thought it was
kind of silly to fight against other countries. Especially if you are the
country who starts it. Why would you want to kill innocent people?
The soldiers tried to convince them that they had to fight for their country
and for their king. Most of the new boys were yelling their slogans with
them.
Beside that they had the weirdest ideas. That's what Harry thought, the
others seemed to agree with them immediately. They had heard it before, but
because Harry was locked in his room most of his life he didn't know where
they were talking about. And to him it was completely bullshit. Harry had
read a lot of books since his thirteenth birthday. To keep himself occupied
and a lot of the books were forbidden lecture in his country, but Harry
didn't care. He loved to read about other countries, what they believed. And
to be honest, it made England an unfair country. Luckily his uncle never
found out about his hidden passion. Harry had learned a lot by reading those
books and didn't believe in the religion his uncle had told him about,
Buddhism. He didn't know what to believe. He just knew that certain things
just weren't right.
Like the fact that prostitution was a common thing in England. His uncle and
even his cousin often went out to visit the prostitutes, but Harry wasn't
allowed to. He was glad that he didn't have to go there. He didn't even like
girls! Although the only friend he had was a girl, but she disappeared when
she went into the city. Girls weren't worth much in the English society and
sexual violence was often permitted. Sex was for the English men something
beautiful and innocent, that the women were despised and traded didn't
matter to them.
Sex was to men not an act between a man and a woman, but a connection
between the man and the all forgiving, divine motherhood. The Goddess
Kwannon. This was what the Buddhism told them. Out of this ideology came the
idea that women only existed to serve men. That's why the prostitution was
permitted by their religion.
To Harry this was horrible, but that wasn't all. The soldiers believed that
if they didn't have sex before they went into battle, that they would die.
So that's why girls were taken to the battlefields. To Harry this was mad. A
battle wasn't the place for a girl. They asked him if he was a virgin, when
he said 'yes' they made a note and told him to visit one of the prostitutes
in the large building next to the military camp he was staying in.
He refused, but apparently they weren't quite satisfied with that answer.
Once again they told him to do so in the name of the king. Reluctantly he
went to the building, escorted by two soldiers. Who had to make sure he lost
his virginity.
Harry had the feeling that the superstition all those soldiers had, wasn't
the only reason he had to go rape some girl. He couldn't put his finger on
it, because why didn't they leave him alone if he just didn't want to? It
was his choice if he wanted to die, right?
*
Harry clenched his jaw as the two soldiers behind him made fun of him. It
was dark and Harry was exhausted. He had trained the whole day and now he
had to rape a girl against his will. This wasn't a good day!
"Tell me, Potter. Are you gay?" One of the soldiers, called Dean, asked him.
Harry didn't answer right away, so Dean chuckled.
"Thought so, the others don't make such a fuss when they have to shag a
girl," Dean said, squeezing his shoulder. Dean was the only one of the group
Harry liked. He was the only one who seemed a bit normal.
Harry didn't say anything about the fact that he wasn't superstitiously like
the others. Not even to his new 'friends'. Men were reluctant to make
friends. Harry had noticed that. He also knew why. It was because in the
battle field you had to protect yourself. Not yourself And your friends,
that would kill you. Beside that, soldiers were killed by the enemy everyday
and you wouldn't get through if you mourned for every one of them. So they
were reluctant to make friends and to see anyone else make friends.
They stepped into the building, when an old soldier came running towards
them.
"Are you the soldiers in training?"
They all nodded, and looked at the man questionably. Harry pressed his lips
together. He had dreaded this moment. He didn't want to be pushed into one
of those rooms Dean had told him about.
"Good. One of them escaped, I need you to find the escaper!" The soldier
yelled, pushing them out of the door again.
"Excuse me sir, but what does she look like?" Dean asked the soldier.
Inside Harry sighed, happy that he could put off this moment for a while.
"Blonde, now go!" The soldier yelled, closing the door in front of them.
Harry and the other two looked at each other. This was a good opportunity to
prove themselves. "Let's split up!" Harry said, closing his coat. "You go
that way, Dean you go into the hills and I'll go into the city. Understood?"
The two nodded and they spit up.
*
Harry ran into the city searching every street and alley. He was cold and
his feet were frozen, but he didn't give up. He had to find the girl to
prove himself.
The whole night he searched and went back to the building at five in the
morning. There he met Dean.
"Did you find her?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer. He could see it
on Dean's face. "Me neither,"
They both sighed, even more exhausted than first.
"What should we do?" Dean asked, rubbing in his eyes.
"I don't know. I didn't search through the whole city, but in a few minutes
the soldiers will start marching through the streets. We could search the
city one more time. She wouldn't just walk into the hills, that would be
crazy. Besides we can't find her there," Harry said, while soldiers gathered
around him. All getting ready to march through the streets at sunrise. "You
search the east side of the city and I'll search the west side,"
Dean nodded and both running slowly they split up again. Harry walked in
front of the group of soldiers. Again searching every alley and street. He
stopped and saw a very narrow and dirty alley. Reluctant he walked towards
it and heard a gasp.
Behind him the sun began to rise and Harry had to stand still for a second
to let his eyes accustomed to the darkness in the alley. In a corner he saw
a person with blonde hair. He walked towards it and grabbed his knife. He
was sure this was the girl they were looking for.
After a few steps he stood right in front of the boy?
Harry looked to the dirty boy. He was beautiful. Harry had always imagined
angels to look like this. Maybe he was a lost angel, fallen out of the
heavens above. The angel-thoughts disappeared when Harry saw how pale the
boy was and how his clothes were torn apart. The boy was panting slightly,
looking up to him. Harry could see the fear and disgust in the boy's
enchanting eyes.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked the boy, who looked at him strangely. When
the boy didn't reply his question Harry kneeled down in front of him to take
a better look. "You don't look alright to me,"
The boy continued to stare at him, as if he was speechless.
Harry noticed the boy was shivering and began to take of his coat. Not
knowing that it would cause the boy to scream loudly.
"Shh!" Harry said, clapping his hand over the boy's mouth. At this the boy
began to struggle frantically. Harry immediately backed off. This boy was
totally out of control. He had never seen someone so scared before. The boy
curled into a little ball in front of him. "I was only trying to give you my
sweater," Harry pulled off his sweater in one move and put his coat back on.
The boy wasn't looking at him. He was humming softly with closed eyes. To
Harry the boy looked so adorable and beautiful that he wanted to cuddle the
boy. Carefully he walked back to the boy and placed the sweater over his
shoulders.
"I'm Harry. What's your name?" Harry asked softly as the boy's eyes opened
again. You could see him lean into the warmth Harry's body and sweater was
providing him.
The boy looked at him and flashed him a weak smile. "Draco,"
"Are you alright now?" Harry asked, smiling back.
Draco nodded, but frowned after that. "Aren't you a soldier?" he asked.
"Yes, but I'm still in training," Harry answered, looking to his hands as if
he was embarrassed.
"Oh," A disappointed answer came. "Then you should go. I-"
But Draco was cut off by a yelling voice. "HERE HE IS!"
A fat and bold soldier came running towards them. Harry's eyed widened, when
he saw the fear come back in Draco's eyes.
"No... no...no...no," Draco said, shaking his head.
"Good work," The soldier said to Harry, who looked at him strangely.
"Excuse me sir, but I do not understand," Harry said, as the man tried to
grab Draco's arm.
"This was the little bitch who escaped," The man told Harry, while hitting
Draco on his head.
"Hey!" Harry said, pushing the man away from Draco. "You must be mistaken,
this... this is a boy," Harry stood in front of Draco, helping Draco on his
feet.
Out of exhaustion Draco leaned against his chest, trying to get Harry in
between him and the man.
The man grinned. "I'm quite sure this was the one who escaped. I was the one
who caused it,"
At this Harry felt a sick to his stomach. This man disgusted him terribly.
The man jerked Draco away from Harry and dragged Draco with him. Draco
continued to hold on to Harry's hand, so Harry was automatically dragged
with Draco.
"Please...Please, don't let him do this," Draco begged Harry, while tears
ran over his cheeks.
Harry pitied the beautiful boy, but couldn't do anything. The bold man was
an officer and his boss. "I... Sir, is it really necessary to handle him
like this?" Harry dared to say.
The officer went red and looked at Harry angrily. "Stay out of it boy. This
slut caused me a lot of humiliation and I'm going to make sure he feels it.
If you want to stay in the army you'd better get a bit harder. This boy
can't be saved, especially not by you."
Draco began to cry harder, still holding Harry's hand.
'This is inhuman' Harry thought as he squeezed Draco's hand softly. He
didn't know this boy, but something about him touched Harry's soul. Maybe it
was his beauty, maybe his helplessness. Harry didn't know.
Nor did he know that the boy would be in his head and dreams for a long
time.
***
I was holding this beautiful and kind boy as close as possible, while the
bold pervert was dragging me through the streets.
There was something special about this boy, as if he was enchanted. His
sweater was still hanging over my shoulders and if he would let me have it.
I know I would hold it close to me as long as this terror continued.
He was the only proof I had that there were still humans walking around on
this earth. He would be my hope for a long, long time. I was afraid that if
I let go of him, that I would never see him again.
But at one point I had to, tears were running over my cheeks. The look in
his eyes was indescribable. There was guilt, although Draco knew he didn't
know that Draco was the one they were looking for. There was compassion,
affection and anger. Anger towards the man who was dragging me away from
him. I could see that he was clenching his fists not to punch the man in his
face.
I knew I would be forever thankful for that look. The look would be printed
in his mind and it would be the only prove he needed. Prove that there were
still humans on this world of war and inhuman creatures.
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That was the first chapter! I hope you liked it.
Please leave a review.
Madlove,
Black Elf
(If there are any Japanese people who want to click on the review button to flame me about the things I wrote. I think you should flame your country instead of me. Japan won't acknowledge the cruelties those women went through! Those women have been fighting for years and nothing has happened. They're being ignored!)
Summery: This is the story of two boys. Who met each other under horrible circumstances, but managed to fall in love. No Magic, No Hogwarts, only two boys in the year 1944. When the world is in war and nobody is to be trusted, miracles do happen.
Warning: This is NOT a happy, fluffy story. There's rape, torture and murder in this fic. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story is Slash DM/HP, because they're beautiful together!
Disclaimer: I don't own these character's. I'm borrowing them to tell a story.
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Chapter one
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~Enflamed~
The trip took over two days. For two days they got nothing to eat, but
some old hard bread and filthy water. Hours of thinking, what would
happen to them?, hours of not knowing where they were going. Hours of
occasionally hearing others sobbing, praying and screaming. Minutes seemed hours, and
hours seemed days.
At the end Draco thought he would go mad, if he stayed there one more second.
The trip didn't seem to have an end, only a horrible beginning. Draco didn't
even know if his mother was still alive, he hoped that she didn't struggle
to much. Knowing his mother, she
wouldn't. If only he could have advised her, if only he would know. Now he
was living with a question, he couldn't live with. Not knowing was driving
him crazy. He had to get an answer to the question, although he was sure he
wouldn't get it. Inside himself hope seemed to be slipping away. At one
point he was sure his mother was dead.
Around him girls just wouldn't stop sobbing. Girls tried to comfort others
but often ended up crying themselves. Even Draco pulled a girl in his
embrace. She was currently sleeping against his chest. Draco didn't cry for
one second. He wouldn't and he couldn't. He wanted to be strong no matter
what happened, although he was scared to death. He promised his father that
he would stay strong and he wasn't going to break that promise.
His father trained him well. 'Not to cause to much trouble when you are in
trouble, that's the key' He still heard his father say that to him. It often
happened that son's of powerful or rich people were kidnapped. The
kidnappers were often poor people in need of money. The Malfoy's were rich
and powerful, so of course Lucius had told him what to do in a situation
like that. He had to gain trust and wait, before betraying them.
In this case, that's what Draco figured, he had to stay low-profiled,
obedient and brave. Then when they weren't looking at him, he would escape.
Because he had to escape, that was a fact. If he was right about what was
going to happen to him, he could better escape soon. Terrible things were
about to happen, and he didn't like them one bit.
Draco sighed as his thought traveled back to his mother and father. The
Malfoys had a beautiful manor not far from the house he and his mother were
staying in when the soldiers came. His father left a several months ago,
maybe even over half a year. Lucius wanted he and his mother to be safe. So
he brought a little house in the middle of the village before he left.
Although the Malfoy Manor wasn't far away from the town, it was terribly
lonely. And a target for the enemy. Because of it's size and his fathers
power, the enemy would want to destroy them. The enemy wouldn't hesitate to
attack the Manor and kill everyone inside. That's why his mother send away
all the people who worked for them home and moved together with him to their
new house. It was strange at first to live in a small house, having to do
everything yourself. But in time Draco learned to handle the things as they
were. Now he often thought that he was a spoiled brat at first.
His new home was meant to be safe, but apparently it was far from that. And
the worst thing was that the soldiers weren't even the enemy. Draco couldn't
understand how people could be so heartless. Did the war make their hearts
back? Didn't they feel anymore? They were nothing but poppets from the king,
obeying his every command. They weren't people anymore, they were monsters.
Monsters who cared only for themselves and their king.
*
The truck finally stopped, and the noise from outside reached their ears.
They were in a crowded place, they could hear voices everywhere.
The truck finally stopped, and the noise from outside reached their ears.
They were in a crowded place, they could hear voices everywhere.
The truck doors were opened and they were all blinded by the light. Draco
heard chuckles behind the blinding light and clenched his jaw. He didn't
like to be laughed at. Especially not by these inhuman creatures.
"Get out!" He heard one of the soldiers yell, but no one moved.
All the girls were frozen in their spot, gasping loudly. With a sigh Draco
stood up and exited the truck reluctantly. His legs hurt like hell when he
stood on the ground. After sitting so long, they weren't used to standing
anymore. He refused to collapse on the floor and show his weakness.
He was grabbed and held tightly by two men. He didn't struggle as his
fathers words repeated themselves in his head over and over again.
The other girls were kicked and pushed out of the truck and Draco had to
look away as a sick feeling overwhelmed him. The soldiers were looking at
the girls hungrily. As starved lions to a piece of meat. At the end when all
the girls were out, most of them bleeding somewhere, they were pushed into
the direction of a big building.
It was then when Draco started to look around and realise they were in a
city. People were looking at them with pain and compassion their eyes. Draco
knew that they knew what was going to happen to them, but to his regret he
couldn't ask them. He turned back to the building and let the man drag him
towards the building. His whole legs were tingling unpleasantly.
Suddenly he heard a girl scream loudly, through all the other sobbing girls.
He turned and saw that one of the soldiers had pushed the girl against the
wall. His hands moved over her thighs and inner thighs, while the girl was
screaming and trying to push him away. Draco looked away and wanted to cover
his ears, but it was too late. A horrifying scream filled the air, and Draco
knew the soldier had penetrated the girl.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Another soldier said, tearing the man away from the
girl. "You know what the rules are!" The soldier punched the other soldier
in his face.
"Yes sir,"
"Take her away to the others, she isn't worth anything anymore," With that
the man walked away and Draco entered the building. Completely horrified and
shaking.
His worst nightmare was coming true. They were sex slaves. They were nothing
but meat to satisfy their needs. To them they were toys.
*
They were all pushed into small rooms, without a window. The rooms smelled
like dust and sweat at the same time. The walls were light brown and Draco
couldn't make out if it was paint or filth. The sheets on the small bed
weren't white either. Draco didn't even want to think about what happened on
those sheets before he came in. Nor did he dared to lie underneath them,
afraid of what might be underneath those sheets. Evidence for what happened
there.
There was a small mirror on the wall apart from the bed and lamp. Draco
looked into it and saw how pale he looked. Slowly he brought his hand
towards his cheek, as if he was checking to see if the reflection was real.
His hair was hanging loose beside his face, making him look like a ghost.
Finally his legs gave in to his weight and his eyes to his tears. He
collapsed on the floor, trying his best to fight his tears. Or at least
bring them down to soft sobs, but he failed miserably. All the things he saw
had to come out. His hands moved over his face, trying to wipe away every
tear.
For hours he sat in a corner, scared to death. His tears had dried out long
ago. His eyelids were getting heavy, but he refused to close them. They fell
occasionally and he couldn't register how many time past before he opened
them again, shocked that he'd fallen asleep.
He didn't realise he'd fallen asleep again, until someone pushed the key
into the door. When Draco realised where he was, he quickly stood up looking
for a place to hide himself, but there was none.
A fat, tall man with short light brown hair came in with an evil grin on his
face.
"Hello beauty," As soon as those words reached his ears, he knew that this
was bad. This man was bad. Bad things were going to happen.
The man closed the door behind him, while Draco pushed himself against the
wall. As if he wanted to become one with the wall. The man walked towards
him, still grinning like a mad man. He looked at Draco hungrily, as he
licked his lips.
"You know what the best thing is about boys? You can fuck them as much as
you want and they won't notice a thing!" Draco's eyes widened as he took in
a sharp breath.
Draco ducked as the man tried to grab him. He tried to make his way to the
door and get out, but the man managed to grab his arm and pulled him back
roughly. Draco yelped and kicked the man against his knee. The kick was
aimed higher up, but failed. Despite that, it caused the man a lot of pain.
The man growled and grabbed his knee with one hand, the other hand was still
holding Draco's arm. Draco tried to get the man to release his arm, but
failed again.
"You nasty little bitch," The man hisses, as Draco hit him again. This time
Draco slapped him in the face.
But it didn't seem to have any effect. The man continued to corner him and
look at him hungrily and needy. It seemed as if Draco's struggling aroused
the man even more. Draco realised that fighting the man wouldn't help one
bit. The man was far too big and strong.
"Please don't do this. Please," Draco began to bed the man, desperately. He
couldn't think clear anymore. The only thing he wanted was to get out of
here. Away from this disgusting man.
The man laughed as Draco's body hit the wall behind him. Shock was written
all over his face. The man had him trapped. Not knowing what to do, Draco
began to scream his lungs out.
"That won't help one bit. All we ever hear here are screams," The man said,
obviously getting a bit irritated.
All the fighting, stamping, crying and objecting didn't make any difference.
Draco hoped that the man would become tired or discouraged, but now it
became clear that the man wouldn't back off, before his 'needs' were
satisfied.
The man grabbed his jaw and slapped his mouth against Draco's. Draco
clenched his fists and didn't allow the man's tongue to enter his mouth. No
matter how hard the man pinched his cheek. With a growl the man seemed to
give up.
Draco sighed in relieve, but gulped again when he saw the silvery flash of a
knife. The man pushed the knife against his neck.
"I'll kill! I'll kill!" he said. It was obvious that Draco's struggle was
making him annoyed.
In one move, the man threw Draco on the bed. At first Draco thought that he
would hit the ground, hard. It would have been better than this. Now he was
lying on the filthy sheets, he swore to himself not to touch. Now he was
just another victim, leaving his evidence on these sheets.
The man climbed on top of him and ravished his clothes. The weight of the
man made it impossible for Draco to breathe. The man traced Draco's throat,
arm, waist and legs with the knife, before putting it away again.
The man wiggled on top of him for a few seconds. Draco thought that the man
would suffocate him and was relieved when the man sat up again. At the same
time Draco realised what that meant and tried to fight the man off him for
the last time. Silent tears were streaming down his cheeks.
When Draco felt something prodding against his entrance, he clenched the
dreaded sheets and shut his eyes as tight as possible.
A heartrending scream filled the air when the man claimed him. Claimed
something that wasn't his to claim.
Draco felt the pain paralyse his whole body and closed his eyes once again.
His whole body was shaking and at that point Draco seemed to leave his body.
It was as if he was watching himself get raped. He didn't feel the man slam
against him over and over again. The only thing he felt was coldness.
~Something broke inside him that night~
He didn't re-enter his body until the man had released himself and dropped
his weight once again on top of Draco.
Draco's eyes snapped open. He had to get out of here! The man was panting
heavily in his ear. Draco clenched his jaw, utterly disgusted by the man. In
one move he threw the man off him on the floor next to the bed and grabbed
his clothes. Making his way to the door, he heard the man yell something
behind him, but he couldn't register the words.
He slammed the door behind him and managed to lock the door with his
trembling hands. The adrenaline rushed through his veins as he looked for a
way out of this building. At the end of the corridor was a window. Draco ran
towards it, hearing the man yell and pound on the door behind him. Afraid
that he would loose too much time, Draco didn't put his clothes on right
away.
He looked outside the window and saw that he would have to jump about 3
metres to get to the ground. He couldn't see very well, because it was dark
outside. This was the only way to get out. Going downstairs wasn't an
option. There were too many people, he would never get through.
Behind him he heard the man break down the door. Everything seemed to happen
in slow-motion. A half-dressed man came storming out of 'his' room. Draco
opened the window and jumped into the darkness.
His ankles hurt as his feet slammed against the ground. His knees banded and
he had to lean back, not to fall over. As quick as his feet touched the
ground they were gone again. Draco didn't know where he was, or where to go.
The only thing he knew was that he had to get away from this building.
He ran until he found a small alley. Here he put on his clothes again.
Although they were mostly broken, he managed to prevent them from dropping
by making a few knots.
Only then he realised how cold he was. He was sure that his lips were bluish
purple, if he could see himself in a mirror. He couldn't stop trembling.
He made his way deeper into the city until he was exhausted. He couldn't
move his feet anymore. He was too tired to even breathe. All he wanted was
to go asleep. To escape his thoughts and his flash-backs in his dreams. He
collapsed on the floor in a corner of a dark and narrow alley. Too tired to
worry about anything his head hit his chest and his mind went black as he
drifted into the blackness called sleep.
*
Noise woke him up the next morning. Men were shouting not far from where he
was lying. Draco opened his eyes and saw soldiers march through the street
connected to the alley. He suppressed a moan when he left his body arch all
over. He hadn't slept in a comfortable position. He was sure that id he
would stand up, he would break. He wasn't sure what to do. Stay or leave,
either way he could get caught.
The fact that his feet were too tired to carry him made him stay in the
alley. The sun was beginning to come up and Draco began to feel more and
more trapped. His heart began to beat faster and he began to feel
claustrophobic. He tried to breathe normal, but somehow he couldn't and
started to pant slightly.
The noise came closer and closer.
***
Harry had been 'practising' the art of war, as all the soldiers called it,
for two days.
Two days he did nothing, but learning how to kill other humans. They showed
them how to use a gun and how to use other weapons. Harry thought it was
kind of silly to fight against other countries. Especially if you are the
country who starts it. Why would you want to kill innocent people?
The soldiers tried to convince them that they had to fight for their country
and for their king. Most of the new boys were yelling their slogans with
them.
Beside that they had the weirdest ideas. That's what Harry thought, the
others seemed to agree with them immediately. They had heard it before, but
because Harry was locked in his room most of his life he didn't know where
they were talking about. And to him it was completely bullshit. Harry had
read a lot of books since his thirteenth birthday. To keep himself occupied
and a lot of the books were forbidden lecture in his country, but Harry
didn't care. He loved to read about other countries, what they believed. And
to be honest, it made England an unfair country. Luckily his uncle never
found out about his hidden passion. Harry had learned a lot by reading those
books and didn't believe in the religion his uncle had told him about,
Buddhism. He didn't know what to believe. He just knew that certain things
just weren't right.
Like the fact that prostitution was a common thing in England. His uncle and
even his cousin often went out to visit the prostitutes, but Harry wasn't
allowed to. He was glad that he didn't have to go there. He didn't even like
girls! Although the only friend he had was a girl, but she disappeared when
she went into the city. Girls weren't worth much in the English society and
sexual violence was often permitted. Sex was for the English men something
beautiful and innocent, that the women were despised and traded didn't
matter to them.
Sex was to men not an act between a man and a woman, but a connection
between the man and the all forgiving, divine motherhood. The Goddess
Kwannon. This was what the Buddhism told them. Out of this ideology came the
idea that women only existed to serve men. That's why the prostitution was
permitted by their religion.
To Harry this was horrible, but that wasn't all. The soldiers believed that
if they didn't have sex before they went into battle, that they would die.
So that's why girls were taken to the battlefields. To Harry this was mad. A
battle wasn't the place for a girl. They asked him if he was a virgin, when
he said 'yes' they made a note and told him to visit one of the prostitutes
in the large building next to the military camp he was staying in.
He refused, but apparently they weren't quite satisfied with that answer.
Once again they told him to do so in the name of the king. Reluctantly he
went to the building, escorted by two soldiers. Who had to make sure he lost
his virginity.
Harry had the feeling that the superstition all those soldiers had, wasn't
the only reason he had to go rape some girl. He couldn't put his finger on
it, because why didn't they leave him alone if he just didn't want to? It
was his choice if he wanted to die, right?
*
Harry clenched his jaw as the two soldiers behind him made fun of him. It
was dark and Harry was exhausted. He had trained the whole day and now he
had to rape a girl against his will. This wasn't a good day!
"Tell me, Potter. Are you gay?" One of the soldiers, called Dean, asked him.
Harry didn't answer right away, so Dean chuckled.
"Thought so, the others don't make such a fuss when they have to shag a
girl," Dean said, squeezing his shoulder. Dean was the only one of the group
Harry liked. He was the only one who seemed a bit normal.
Harry didn't say anything about the fact that he wasn't superstitiously like
the others. Not even to his new 'friends'. Men were reluctant to make
friends. Harry had noticed that. He also knew why. It was because in the
battle field you had to protect yourself. Not yourself And your friends,
that would kill you. Beside that, soldiers were killed by the enemy everyday
and you wouldn't get through if you mourned for every one of them. So they
were reluctant to make friends and to see anyone else make friends.
They stepped into the building, when an old soldier came running towards
them.
"Are you the soldiers in training?"
They all nodded, and looked at the man questionably. Harry pressed his lips
together. He had dreaded this moment. He didn't want to be pushed into one
of those rooms Dean had told him about.
"Good. One of them escaped, I need you to find the escaper!" The soldier
yelled, pushing them out of the door again.
"Excuse me sir, but what does she look like?" Dean asked the soldier.
Inside Harry sighed, happy that he could put off this moment for a while.
"Blonde, now go!" The soldier yelled, closing the door in front of them.
Harry and the other two looked at each other. This was a good opportunity to
prove themselves. "Let's split up!" Harry said, closing his coat. "You go
that way, Dean you go into the hills and I'll go into the city. Understood?"
The two nodded and they spit up.
*
Harry ran into the city searching every street and alley. He was cold and
his feet were frozen, but he didn't give up. He had to find the girl to
prove himself.
The whole night he searched and went back to the building at five in the
morning. There he met Dean.
"Did you find her?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer. He could see it
on Dean's face. "Me neither,"
They both sighed, even more exhausted than first.
"What should we do?" Dean asked, rubbing in his eyes.
"I don't know. I didn't search through the whole city, but in a few minutes
the soldiers will start marching through the streets. We could search the
city one more time. She wouldn't just walk into the hills, that would be
crazy. Besides we can't find her there," Harry said, while soldiers gathered
around him. All getting ready to march through the streets at sunrise. "You
search the east side of the city and I'll search the west side,"
Dean nodded and both running slowly they split up again. Harry walked in
front of the group of soldiers. Again searching every alley and street. He
stopped and saw a very narrow and dirty alley. Reluctant he walked towards
it and heard a gasp.
Behind him the sun began to rise and Harry had to stand still for a second
to let his eyes accustomed to the darkness in the alley. In a corner he saw
a person with blonde hair. He walked towards it and grabbed his knife. He
was sure this was the girl they were looking for.
After a few steps he stood right in front of the boy?
Harry looked to the dirty boy. He was beautiful. Harry had always imagined
angels to look like this. Maybe he was a lost angel, fallen out of the
heavens above. The angel-thoughts disappeared when Harry saw how pale the
boy was and how his clothes were torn apart. The boy was panting slightly,
looking up to him. Harry could see the fear and disgust in the boy's
enchanting eyes.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked the boy, who looked at him strangely. When
the boy didn't reply his question Harry kneeled down in front of him to take
a better look. "You don't look alright to me,"
The boy continued to stare at him, as if he was speechless.
Harry noticed the boy was shivering and began to take of his coat. Not
knowing that it would cause the boy to scream loudly.
"Shh!" Harry said, clapping his hand over the boy's mouth. At this the boy
began to struggle frantically. Harry immediately backed off. This boy was
totally out of control. He had never seen someone so scared before. The boy
curled into a little ball in front of him. "I was only trying to give you my
sweater," Harry pulled off his sweater in one move and put his coat back on.
The boy wasn't looking at him. He was humming softly with closed eyes. To
Harry the boy looked so adorable and beautiful that he wanted to cuddle the
boy. Carefully he walked back to the boy and placed the sweater over his
shoulders.
"I'm Harry. What's your name?" Harry asked softly as the boy's eyes opened
again. You could see him lean into the warmth Harry's body and sweater was
providing him.
The boy looked at him and flashed him a weak smile. "Draco,"
"Are you alright now?" Harry asked, smiling back.
Draco nodded, but frowned after that. "Aren't you a soldier?" he asked.
"Yes, but I'm still in training," Harry answered, looking to his hands as if
he was embarrassed.
"Oh," A disappointed answer came. "Then you should go. I-"
But Draco was cut off by a yelling voice. "HERE HE IS!"
A fat and bold soldier came running towards them. Harry's eyed widened, when
he saw the fear come back in Draco's eyes.
"No... no...no...no," Draco said, shaking his head.
"Good work," The soldier said to Harry, who looked at him strangely.
"Excuse me sir, but I do not understand," Harry said, as the man tried to
grab Draco's arm.
"This was the little bitch who escaped," The man told Harry, while hitting
Draco on his head.
"Hey!" Harry said, pushing the man away from Draco. "You must be mistaken,
this... this is a boy," Harry stood in front of Draco, helping Draco on his
feet.
Out of exhaustion Draco leaned against his chest, trying to get Harry in
between him and the man.
The man grinned. "I'm quite sure this was the one who escaped. I was the one
who caused it,"
At this Harry felt a sick to his stomach. This man disgusted him terribly.
The man jerked Draco away from Harry and dragged Draco with him. Draco
continued to hold on to Harry's hand, so Harry was automatically dragged
with Draco.
"Please...Please, don't let him do this," Draco begged Harry, while tears
ran over his cheeks.
Harry pitied the beautiful boy, but couldn't do anything. The bold man was
an officer and his boss. "I... Sir, is it really necessary to handle him
like this?" Harry dared to say.
The officer went red and looked at Harry angrily. "Stay out of it boy. This
slut caused me a lot of humiliation and I'm going to make sure he feels it.
If you want to stay in the army you'd better get a bit harder. This boy
can't be saved, especially not by you."
Draco began to cry harder, still holding Harry's hand.
'This is inhuman' Harry thought as he squeezed Draco's hand softly. He
didn't know this boy, but something about him touched Harry's soul. Maybe it
was his beauty, maybe his helplessness. Harry didn't know.
Nor did he know that the boy would be in his head and dreams for a long
time.
***
I was holding this beautiful and kind boy as close as possible, while the
bold pervert was dragging me through the streets.
There was something special about this boy, as if he was enchanted. His
sweater was still hanging over my shoulders and if he would let me have it.
I know I would hold it close to me as long as this terror continued.
He was the only proof I had that there were still humans walking around on
this earth. He would be my hope for a long, long time. I was afraid that if
I let go of him, that I would never see him again.
But at one point I had to, tears were running over my cheeks. The look in
his eyes was indescribable. There was guilt, although Draco knew he didn't
know that Draco was the one they were looking for. There was compassion,
affection and anger. Anger towards the man who was dragging me away from
him. I could see that he was clenching his fists not to punch the man in his
face.
I knew I would be forever thankful for that look. The look would be printed
in his mind and it would be the only prove he needed. Prove that there were
still humans on this world of war and inhuman creatures.
~*~
That was the first chapter! I hope you liked it.
Please leave a review.
Madlove,
Black Elf
(If there are any Japanese people who want to click on the review button to flame me about the things I wrote. I think you should flame your country instead of me. Japan won't acknowledge the cruelties those women went through! Those women have been fighting for years and nothing has happened. They're being ignored!)