Chapter 11
"Please… Don't… Let go of me... Draco doesn't let them take me… I didn't know…. Draco helps please."
The blonde figure turned away. Having never felt such closeness to his brother before now. He watched as the black haired boy into a straightjacket and dragged him from the room. His muffled cries as he collapsed onto the floor echoed in Draco's ears and he could see the tears under harries dark fringe.
"Don't let them take me Draco. Please I can't go back. You know what they will do and I cant re live that again please."
But he was gone, out of the door, resisting and dragging his feet behind. The cold closed over Draco as he shut the door an empty loneliness filled inside.
"What have I done?"
He said sinking into the green armchair and reaching for the whisky.
The last Harry could remember was being muzzled in a sort of Hannibal lector type of way and being bashed against the wall. He was thrown into a padded cell where he sat rocking backwards and forewords.
Then he was awoken, a large clang of the door then muffled footsteps being dragged up to sit against the wall. The cold harsh voice. His psychiatrist the same as last time he became imprisoned here.
"Hello Harry."
It came drifting towards him through the silence.
"Please… don't."
Were the only words he could manage to get out before the same hand clasped around his throat?
"Now Harry."
The hand got tighter.
"Let's talk about your past."
The voice sounded as if it was coming through gritted teeth.
"I….I don't want t…t.too."
His windpipe was being crushed and he couldn't breathe.
"Weakness again Potter."
The sting was too much. Harry opened his eyes to see those of Snape furrowed looking back at him.
"Fine… Please... J...Just let go and I will …t...talk to you."
That grin he had see before not only in the last years Snape had worked at the school but also the last time he had been admitted here.
"Now Potter tell me whet happened when you attacked you father and my friend on the night that you lost you control."
"You already know."
Harry looked into those eyes. Dark and beady, a streak of black hair that had fallen from the ponytail behind his head. He saw himself in twenty years time. Dragonsking Boots, long wavy hair, ripped T-Shirt, not only that but pure evil. Sitting in front of an innocent.
"Tell me again. Or would you prefer me to use an unforgivable. I am after all licensed to use one so why not."
Those pointed white teeth that showed through the sheer evil grin those exact same teeth that had sired him.