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!
Disclaimer: I don't own these character's. I'm borrowing them to tell a story.

Thanks to my wonderful beta-reader: Jennifer

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Chapter 2

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Draco sat next to the small dirty window, staring into the darkness. He was watching his new best friend, Elisabeth. He promised her that he would stay with her tonight, if he didn't have any customers.

Everything seemed so hopeless. Never in his whole life he had felt so used, so dirty. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to life much longer. It had been two weeks since he had tried to run away and saw this mystery boy.

Two weeks of terror followed. The man had beaten the shit out of him. He had a few broken ribs and was bleeding all over. Naked and humiliated they had shown him to the other girls, telling them that they would do this to them too, if they tried to run away.

Now it was like he was immune to every feeling, except hopelessness. His body arched everywhere from all the men who took him, claimed him. Every day it was the same. Men came, frightened that they would die in the war if they didn't. Officially they were free during the morning and night, but there was always a soldier who needed someone. Draco hadn't slept for days, afraid that someone would take him by surprise. Afraid of the pain it would cause him.

He and the girls tried to pull each other through. Telling each other stories about how it was, and about how it would be again. The girls were in worse shape than he was. He envied them, for holding on so long. One girl had killed herself with the knife of a soldier.

When the girls wanted to commit suicide or run away. The others tried to change their minds. It made Draco think back on the day that he was beaten up by that man. It was worse than you could think about. The man tortured him beyond believe. He had broken his nose for example with a piece of wood. Every time he was waking up from his unconsciousness, the man slapped him unconscious again with the piece of wood. Over and over again. Now his nose was standing more to the left. He had to break his nose again, if he wanted a straight nose. He would do that if he came out of this war. Out of this black whole.

Memories of home often drifted through his mind. Memories about the music he used to play on his piano. Memories about the time that things were good, no torture, no violence, no fear. His tears had dried out a few days ago. It was as if his tears had disappeared with his feelings. He could only wish that he could feel the happiness he used to feel once again, before he died.

And there was that mystery boy, who wanted to safe him. Who seemed to reach out for him. Every night the boy came in his dreams, or half dreams. He hoped that he could see this boy again, only once would be enough. The image of the boy would never let him go, until he was gone. He was the only thing close to a human he had seen since he was taken from his home. He treasured the thoughts of the boy as much as his mother's. He didn't know if he was in love with the boy, or that the thought of this boy enflamed him so much. Sometimes he dreamed that he was with the boy and when the boy, Harry, would be here that there would be nothing to fear anymore. Harry would save him and bring his feelings back to him.

He made himself a promise that he would find the boy if it was the last thing he did. He prayed that the boy wouldn't be dead. That someone was watching over him.

He automatically covered his ears when he heard one of the girls scream in the room next to him. Although many of the girls had given up on screaming, some of them still did. The effects rape had on the girls were terrible. Once again Draco was happy to be a boy, of course sometimes he couldn't even sit, but it was nothing compared to the girls. When the girls were pregnant, or when they had a disease they got this injection. Draco didn't know what was in there, but it was nothing good. Their womb would be swollen for several days and they would bleed uncontrollably. Sometimes their whole womb would come out and yet they were forced to serve men. Draco knew that these women, no girls, would ever be able to have children.

He could see the girls change. From energetic young girls to shrivelled, hopeless women. The men had killed the child inside the girl. They grew up too fast, they were confronted with these horrible things too fast. 

Draco often sneaked out to the girl next to him, Elisabeth, to comfort her. It wasn't as if he could sleep while he heard her moan and sob so hard. The girl had told him that her vagina looked like it was mutated and that it hurt so much that she wanted to give up her life. She'd had two abortions in three months and got the injection several times. She was in bad shape when he arrived here and more and more she wanted everything to stop. Draco always told her not to and together they would think about the things they would do when they got out of here. Like she wanted to be a doctor and he, he wanted to play on his piano until his hands were sore.

Every night Draco wished that Harry would suddenly stand in front of him, instead of all those brutes that made him bleed. It never happened and since they were moved again, Draco knew that the chance that he would see Harry again was so incredible small. Harry was probably transported to another place, and Harry would most probably go to the girls.

They were moved last week. Now they were closer to the battle field. They could hear the shots during the day, they could see the wounded people return. He knew that it was wicked, but sometimes he wished that one of the soldiers who came to him would die in the battle. That they would die a horrible death.

Two days ago a girl escaped during the day, when most of the soldiers were fighting in the war. When she was caught, she was hung upside down, until she died. Another girl was just shot because she didn't want to give a man a blowjob. Draco could understand that. There was nothing so disgusting as having a dirty piece of meat in your mouth. It tasted like shit and they always forced you to swallow. You nearly choked, but they couldn't care less.

Sometimes Draco told himself that he would never have sex again if he came out of this. He had enough sex for his entire life. He had had enough hurt for his entire life. He didn't even know if he was capable of loving anybody. Sex was for him some kind of punishment, not a way to express your love for somebody. Draco never did that... Make love, although he had sex more than a hundred times.

Everyday it was the same. In the morning you would wake up, depending on if you had an overnight visitor or not. You would blink and look around, not knowing where you are. Then reality would fall down on you chest, preventing you from breathing a few seconds. You wish that you were still dreaming, because everything was so good when you dreamed. You would wish that one day when you wake up, you would be back in your warm bed, back home. That you dreamed all this, but it never happened. You long for the blackness to come again, so you can drown in it. You stand up, feeling the pain soldiers caused you the day before. Then after you've eaten a pathetic small amount of food, soldiers start to come in. Wanting to have sex, before they go into battle. You hear their footsteps and think that maybe, maybe this time it's Harry. You dismiss the thought, because you don't want to have false hope. Every time there's another bad-smelling bastard standing in your doorway, grinning at you. You know for sure that he enjoys seeing you in pain.

You let all the shame and humiliation come over you again and again. Pain rushes through your body and you try to focus on something that will distract you from this hell. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. You clench the sheets in your fists, wishing you could step out of your body like the first time. It never happens. There are moments when you think you will die, because of the pain. There are moments you wish you would die, only to escape this horror. You wonder how long you will last. How long you can live through this, because you cannot see the end...

And yet you keep searching for something to give you hope. Something that will help you to get through this. Sometimes it's the past. Sometimes the future, but most of the time it's Harry. The boy who seemed to care about him.

Harry's face, his voice, his words... everything. As long as it gives you strength to not grab the soldiers knife and kill yourself, or not run out of this house knowing you will be released from this hell because of bullets in your head or your heart.

Dreaming, yes that was definitely the best part of your day, when you were still dreaming. Draco always dreamed that someone(Harry) was holding him. Just holding him, close. Feeling safe in his strong arms. Kissing Harry. Not like the soldiers, hard and drawing blood, but softly and lovingly. He didn't know if he had made Harry into a illusion inside his head, but it helped him get through the days. And to be honest, that was all that mattered right now. As long as he didn't give up... As long as he didn't give in to the temptation of the darkness.

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Draco blinked. He had fallen asleep after all. He mentally kicked himself for not remembering his dream. What was it he was going to clung to now?

"Draco?" he heard someone mutter. He knew that it was Elisabeth, from next door. Her condition had grown worse in the past few days. She was bleeding so bad. Her face was so pale, that she resembled the face of a ghost. Draco was concerned about her. She was the one he used to cry with and make jokes with. About men who couldn't get their equipment up or men who had a crush on one of the other girls and kept coming back. No he couldn't stand to lose her too.

He looked at her, moving away from the window. "Yes?"

"I... I think it's time," Elisabeth said, groaning a bit. She was lying on her bed and she looked at him with her dark brown lifeless eyes.

"Should I get the doctor?" Draco asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

"No... please... no doctor. Then I get that horrible injection again and he's a pervert too," Elisabeth whimpered. "He's so emotionless. Just ... just like the rest of them," she finished with a sigh and Draco knew that she was tired. Tired of living.

"Elisabeth! Don't you give up on me!" Draco yelled, grabbing her by the shoulders.

She looked at him and he could see the death in her dull eyes when she shook her head. "I've had enough, Draco. Can't you see? I'm not as strong as you are. I've got nothing to live for anymore. My hope is gone... all I want now is this nightmare to be over."

"Yes, you are strong! You will survive! You are far from dead. Please don't leave me here alone," Draco said, pulling her trembling body against him.

"I'm so close to death that I can feel it's coldness surrounding me. I don't want to leave you Draco, but I can't stay here," Elisabeth said a little above a whisper.

Draco knew she was dying. She was dying a few days ago, but somehow Draco knew that she would be gone soon. Now she was welcoming death, before she was avoiding it. She wanted to be delivered from the pain. "I don't want you to leave," Draco muttered.

"Draco... You will survive this and you will become an old happy man with a bad memory. That's what this will be to you... a bad memory," Elisabeth now whispered, Draco could barely make up her words.

Her eyes began to close like the eyes of a tired child drifting into sleep. Draco sat there, helpless. Watching her die in his arm. A small smile appeared on her lips and Draco knew that she was half dead, that death was slowly taking over her body and setting her free.

A few seconds later Draco was sobbing against her lifeless body. How was he going to have hope if the only person who accepted him as he was in this hell was gone now. She knew about his feelings towards boys. She knew but she didn't judge and now she was gone. She was free and he was in the darkness.

Draco didn't know how long he had been sitting there when a soldier came to collect her body. When Draco refused to do so and didn't seem to be afraid of the gun he was pointing at them, he yelled for more soldiers to come and help.

"Take him to his room," one of them ordered. "and make sure he stays there, until we can get rid of this body,"

Draco buried his face his hands, while the soldier grabbed his arm. To Draco's surprise he wasn't kicked in the stomach, or in the face like usual. Slowly he let the soldier guide him to his tiny bad-smelling room and closed the door behind them.

Draco sighed. There was only one reason why a man would stay in his room, so he refused to turn around and face the soldier.

After a short silence the soldier started to speak, "So, we meet again,"

Draco spun around and looked right into the face of Harry. Or at least what was left of Harry. He was looking terrible. His hair was dirty and there were a few scars marking his face. He tried to hide his hands, but Draco saw that there was dried blood on them. The twinkle he had in his eyes when they first met was gone. "Harry?"

The boy smiled weakly. "You remember my name,"

"Of course I remember your name," Draco tried to smile, but didn't know if he succeeded.

Suddenly grabbed his head and fainted, collapsing right at Draco's feet. Only now Draco saw how exhausted the boy looked. Draco lifted Harry up with all his strength and placed him on his bed. He sat next to Harry and took Harry's head on his lap.

"Harry," he said quietly, trying to wake the boy. He caressed Harry's dirty hair, which was filled with mud and tried to get it somewhat clean.

Harry's eyes fluttered open again and Draco smiled at him. "I think you're a bit tired," Draco whispered. "I want to thank you for... eh... trying to save me two weeks ago."

Harry looked at him with a hurt look in his eyes. "But I didn't. I couldn't save you from that bastard and look where you are now,"

Draco sighed and shook his head. "Don't blame yourself. I would be in a far worse state if it wasn't for you," Draco muttered. "How come you're so tired?"

"Because I don't sleep at night," Harry answered simply. There was a short silence before Harry continued. "Draco, I'm sorry about that girl."

Draco stared to the wall in front of him and sighed sadly. "Thank you. She was very important for me here," he said quietly.

Again there was a silence. Draco thought back on the time that Harry saved him, when he was clutching Harry close to him.

"You're dirty," Draco stated after a while.

Harry smiled at him sadly. "I know. It's not like we're getting cleaner rolling around in the mud."

Suddenly Draco wondered what had happened to the both of them. The war had already marked them for life and they were only two weeks in this hell.

"It's bad out there, isn't it?" Draco said, tracing Harry's scar.

"Yes, but not as bad as it is in here. I've been trying to avoid these places. I can't stand to watch people get hurt like this. It's weird... out there I kill, but I'm afraid of hurting anyone in here. If only I wasn't forced into this war," Harry said.

Draco imagined how bad it must be to be forced into battle. To put your life at risk every single day. To see people die and to kill people. "I feel sorry for you," Draco said. He never stopped playing with Harry's hair. He noticed Harry was still hiding his hands. "You can wash you hands over there, if you are strong enough to stand again," he offered, pointing to a white bowl filled with water.

Harry looked embarrassed and looked away. He stood up and tried to get the blood off his hands. "It won't get off," Harry said frustrated, blinking away his tears. "And even if I could, their blood would still be on my hands!"

Draco pitied the boy and stood up as well. The water in the bowl had turned red, but Harry's hands were still dirty. He took Harry's hands in his and softly rubbed all the dirt from Harry's hands. "You should not take their deaths so personal. It's their life or your life and you have the right to chose yours," Draco said, softly drying Harry's hands with a towel. He could feel Harry's eyes on his face and flushed slightly.

"It's still eating me up from the inside," Harry whispered, Draco was about to cup his face and wipe away his tears when the door opened.

"The body's gone. You can go back to your tent," The soldier said with raised eyebrows.

Draco let go of Harry's hands as the soldier waited for Harry to come. "Will you come back?" Draco whispered, looking right into Harry's eyes. His heart was pounding so hard that he was sure that both Harry and the soldier could hear it.

Harry smiled. "I will,"

Draco sighed and watched Harry move out of the door. He had lost and found someone today, but now the few minutes of tenderness with Harry were over and the day was getting started.

He could hear the soldiers approach the barracks. Even thought he found Harry again the torture would go on, but there was a tiny sparkle in his future. Now he had something to look forward to. Harry's visits.

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OK. I'll use this space to tell you a few things. The effects of the injection I described in the text really happened. I am not making this up. There was really injection called: 'injection 606'. It contained the most powerful antibiotics and had terrible results. Most of the women who survived this horror were infertile afterwards. Every month 15 to 20 percent of the women had a transmittable disease, because the men refused to wear a condom and just took the women.

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(I feel really sorry for Frizzy that her fic got deleted)