East of Eden! Watch it. James Dean's (who I am currently obsessed with) character Cal reminds me so much of Vasily. I was watching it the other day, but it only just hit me that he really reminds me of Cal. Like the way that Cal thinks he's bad and that he can't be any other way. I imagine Vasily like that. Also the relationship between Cal and his father, just the way Cal acts around his father. So obsessed with James Dean. Watch it and be amazed by his greatness. Gah they so stole my character. Hahaha. They're not that alike. I want more Arienette, therefore more Arienette to come.

p.s I'm pretty sure you're right about the whole Vasily having someone.

Harry was hyperventilating, collapsed on the floor. He had no idea what to do. His son could be bleeding to death. His son could be bleeding to death out in the dark. He could be already dead.

He willed himself to get up from the floor and breath normally, for the sake of his only son. Using the bathtub to push himself up, he stumbled out the door. He had a stitch in his side from not breathing properly, but he kept his mind focused on finding Vasily and not the pain.

The night was a blur as Harry staggered around the streets. He eventually found himself at Hermione and Ron's house at 5 am. He knocked once, and then fell to the ground.

Arienette woke to crashing noises down the hall from her bedroom. The moon still up, so she guessed it was early morning. Very early. Thinking it was her father, she got up to investigate.

Vasily was standing in his bedroom, throwing things haphazardly around the room. He needed to pack his bags quickly. He needed to get out. He needed the release that only another body could give. He needed comfort, someone to love him. His arms were still dripping with blood, but most of it was dried and had caked onto his skin. He didn't notice his sister.

"What are you doing?"

He turned shocked. Seeing it was his sister, he turned back around; there was nothing she could do. She couldn't keep him from leaving.

"You can't leave again." Her voice was anxious.

"Well you can't tell me what to fucking do!" He continued throwing things into his backpack.

Arienette saw his arm

She strode over to Vasily, pulled her shirt off and wrapped it tightly around his arm as best she could.

"I don't want you to leave. We're a family." She was standing in her pyjama pants and a bra. Her skin was paled but flushed pink.

Vasily grabbed her face and pulled her into a crashing kiss. Their lips were bruising. It wasn't loving or sexual, it was desperate and frustrated. He knew it wasn't right. This was definitely not right. He let go. It didn't help him at all.

"Vasily. You're my brother. I mean… I'm not attract-"

"Well I'm definitely not attracted to you either."

"Then why?" She had no idea.

"Because I need… Oh fuck." He pulled the backpack over shoulders and made for the window.

Arienette pulled her wand out of her pocket. Her father had taught her to always carry her wand from a very young age. She stunned her brother. There was no way he was leaving, not when she had a family.

"I'm sorry," was all she said.

Draco was dragged down the long hallway by his daughter at an ungodly hour of the morning. His brain wasn't awake enough to process what she was saying. He just stumbled along after her.

They reached Vasily's room, though Draco remembered nothing of the journey there. He clung to the doorframe to support his tired body.

Arientte was across the room, kneeling on the floor. Draco stepped forward, shading his eyes from the bright lights of the room in an attempt to see what she was doing.

"Shit." He slid on his knees over to his children. Vasily had obviously been stunned.

"I had to stun him! I couldn't… I had to! He was trying run away again. He can't leave now. He's not…" She started to cry. Draco noticed, but did nothing. He mumbled the counter-curse to wake up his son.

He woke up to silence.

"You fucking idiot," Draco mumbled quietly. "You know what they're going to do now. They'll put you straight into St. Mungo's."

"Anything would be better than here." Their whispers were more painful them screams. The door slammed as Arienette ran back. They looked up, startled by the noise but stared back down at the ground. The silence was awkward.

"Did you ever care about me?" Vasily was desperate for the answer that would make everything better. His whole world would be changed for this simple answer. It was life or death now.

"Why do you ask questions you already know the answer to?"

"YOU'RE TEARING ME APART! Why don't you just say it! You've never cared or loved me and you never will. Say it, father! Fucking say it."

Draco was completely taken by surprise. He knew what his alcoholism had did to the boy, but he had never expected this. He blamed all his problems on this one child.

"It's not right," he whispered to himself. The sun was up now.

"Fuck you." Vasily got up and staggered out.

He marched down several halls till he got to the enormous front door. Wrenching the door open, he prepared to step out, his bag securely on his back. He was stopped. Harry was standing right in front of him.

"Never, ever do that to me again." He hugged Vasily close to him.

.never.let.go.

Vasily just felt numb. Physical contac,t besides the sexual kind, was not usually a thing he did well. Especially with the events that had taken place.

He wriggled his way out. Harry was gazing at him, tears in his eyes. He had no idea what to do, or say. The conversation with Draco replayed in his head and he got angry. At himself, at his family, at everyone. No one loved him, even his family wouldn't love him. He was bad, sick in the head, a no-hoper. He would die very soon, he could feel. And if no one was going to do it for him he would do it himself.

"Don't touch me."

"I'm sorry, I was worried. I wanted to make sure you were real, I felt for sure you would do something…rash."

"Did you think I would kill myself, off myself, Dad."His voice was sarcastically sweet.

"What's wrong with you? You said… you said never to leave you," Harry had no clue what was going on. It was like Vasily was a whole another person.

"Don't fuck with me. Don't pretend you ever cared. I see right through you. You only came here to win him over. Rescue poor little Draco, because I've made his life a complete misery. Do you think I wanted to? I can't help it… I'm wrong. I don't want to be bad, I just am." He hadn't breathed once through his whole speech. He sucked in huge gasps, it wasn't just lack of oxygen.

Draco rushed up behind them.

The awkward silence set in once again.

"Harry."

"Draco. What's happening?" Harry was perplexed. It was more than obvious.

Arienette had quietly snuck up behind Draco.

"Oh the whole family's here," Vasily laughed. "Happy fucking families!"

He was laughing hysterically now and couldn't stop himself. He felt someone grab him roughly by the shoulders but he his mind couldn't make out who it was. He fell, but was picked up. He was weak and he knew it. He was bad and he could never change.

Arienette wanted it to end. She hated her brother for pulling their family apart. She couldn't help but feel partly responsible. She just wished he was dead.

I so stole a line from 'Rebel Without A Cause'. Best movies. James Dean is teenage angst. And done. Short I know. I should stop making promises. Believe me I am T.Oed at myself.