Disclaimer: Don't own them so don't sue.
Warning: DH slash and a little violence, blood, angst and BD slash too.
A/N: Omigawd! I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding to death! Immortal Memories stabbed me! Hey, that sounded kind of cool! Hehe! Anyway, thank you for all the great reviews! I'm still having a shitty week. Sorry if that affects the story and even more sorry if you guys have to wait for it too long. That is because I have this big project that I have to work on at school and it has to be done before Easter. After Easter I hope to get back to my once-a-week-schedule. As you might have noticed this story is coming to an end soon. Now, now don't get mad or something like that. This isn't really the last chapter or anything. Besides I plan on writing another story right after this one. Maybe a Siri/Remi? Don't know yet.
Oh, and I might write a little Easter story. You know, just something fluffy and all. With little horny bunny-rabbits and all. That is just an idea I got while I was shopping today and I saw this thingy with little bunnies on and perverted and corrupted as I am I thought about *that* kind of stuff. This fanfic I would write would, of course, be a Harry Potter fanfic. And while I'm at it I should just tell you that I wrote a little one-shot fic a while back but I forgot to tell you that you should read it. So please read it!
Now that I'm done with the random rambling, let's get on with the story.
Chapter 16:
There was darkness everywhere. All around him. It felt so weird. Why was everything so dark? Was he asleep? Or was he awake? The darkness was very uncomfortable. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. He tried to talk but his mouth wouldn't open and his voice didn't want to be heard. He was blind, deaf and mute and all he could sense was the darkness and it wanted to hurt him, he knew that. He had to wake up. He couldn't feel his body and he wasn't sure he even existed anymore. He started getting afraid as he walked around in complete darkness. Where was he going? Was anyone here with him? Why was it so dark? How did he know where to go?
He didn't know the answers to any of those questions. He just knew that he couldn't stop walking. His feet knew where to take him. They took him into the complete darkness. Deeper, deeper. Darkness all around. It swallowed him whole. It was neither good nor evil. He wasn't afraid of it. He didn't feel anything towards it. Just questioning the purpose of its existence.
Then his feet stopped moving and without feeling, smelling or seeing it he knew there was blood on his hands. In the blink of an eye, everything went deep, blood red. He still couldn't see himself or feel anything. Everything was just blood red. He didn't feel, didn't see, and didn't smell anything. He didn't feel fear. He didn't feel anything. Blood was everywhere and he stood in the middle of it. It wasn't his blood. He just stood there in the middle of it all. Without seeing, feeling, hearing or smelling anything. Did he really exist? There were only questions in his head and the blood that covered him on the inside and out.
How did he know all this when he wasn't sure he even existed? He didn't care. He just wondered for the sake of wondering. Knowing blood covered him but not seeing it, not smelling it. Not even feeling it on his hands. What *was* blood anyway?
Then for the first time since he got to this place he felt something. An evil presence. Actually he didn't really feel it. It was more like knowing it was there. Like the blood. Only he wasn't afraid of the blood. He was afraid of this presence. He felt something. Then at the same time he felt another presence. This presence made him feel another emotion. He felt warm all over. He felt like he was going crazy by its mere existence. He wanted to be close to it. So close. As close as possible. He knew he had to be close to it. He needed it, he craved it, he wanted it, he was addicted to it. He knew he was moving towards this presence. He knew he loved it. He loved it so much and he wanted it so much it hurt. He felt that too. It hurt so sweetly and he was moving towards it with a speed he never thought was possible.
Something stopped him. He didn't feel the hands on him. He just knew they were there, preventing him from being with the one he loved. Yes, the one he loved. This was a person. Now he wanted to be close to *him* even more. It was a male person. Yes. Now that he thought about it he knew all this. He wanted to be with him. But this other person didn't let him. He held him back. This person was male too. Yes.
He had to be closer, closer. Just a little more. He struggled like a wild animal. He tasted blood. He could feel the taste of the metallic liquid. He could feel it burn his tongue. The blood of his beloved mixed with his own blood. Where did it come from?
His beloved was being hurt. This cruel, twisted man was hurting the one he loved. Fear, worry and anger were mixed in him and he pushed the cruel person away and ran toward his love.
He was bleeding. He didn't see him but he felt it. Every drop of blood that leaked from his body. He was so scared. He knew that life was rapidly leaving the body of his love. He was screaming without a voice, without ever being heard. He was screaming for his love to hold on and not let go. That he was right there and that he couldn't die.
He held the bleeding, lifeless body in his arms and he knew tears were rolling down his cheeks.
The first thing he saw was a pair of yellow eyes. Looking at him mockingly. They were laughing at him and his lifeless love. His feelings for this boy. This man. He saw hate and madness glimmering in them and finally he heard his own voice as he screamed.
"HARRY!"
~*~
Draco Malfoy woke up suddenly the last tones of Potter's first name dying on his lips.
He was covered in sweat. His heart was beating rapidly and tears were rolling down his pale cheeks. He was shaking and gripping the covers for support. It was a dream. It wasn't real. It was all right.
No it wasn't. It was so wrong in so many ways. First of all, his heart wouldn't stop beating like crazy. Second of all he was crying. Draco Malfoy was crying. Not that he cared much at the moment. He was terrified. That *was* a dream right? He couldn't tell. He was in his bed now and he wore his pyjamas but the feelings he experienced in that weird dream were so real. What was it again? What had happened? He couldn't remember the dream itself just the feeling it left behind. The frustrated sadness and fear.
What had happened? He remembered the darkness. The complete darkness and not being able to feel, see, hear or smell anything. Not even knowing if he existed.
The blood. All the blood that covered him on the inside and out.
Then he remembered the strange bittersweet feeling. The need, the lust, the want, all the love.
Love? What was he thinking? He didn't *love*. Who would he love? Love was something that didn't exist. Not for him anyways. Lust, need and all the desires of the flesh, yes. Love? What was love anyway?
And who would he love? Who was that.......
A voice rung in his ears. His own voice. It was so loud. So very clear and full of fright and worry. It was from a few minutes earlier.
'HARRY!'
No way! That was absurd! It was bizarre. No, it couldn't be love, could it?
He didn't really care when another piece of the dream came to him. The evil presence. It was so hateful. He shuddered at the mere memory.
He jumped out of bed without a second thought and ran toward another bed.
The curtains were drawn and he slowed down. He took a deep breath and slowly moved the curtains to the side.
The bed was empty.
"Blaise!" he whispered heatedly. Without knowing what he was doing, he ran to the door and out to the Common Room. It was dark and empty. There was no one there. It made sense since everyone was asleep.
Aside from Blaise and himself, of course.
He didn't know why he was looking for Blaise. Maybe it was the dream. Maybe something else but he knew he just had to find him. Before it was too late.
He left the Common Room quickly and quietly. The corridors were cold and creepy and they were just so dark. Why weren't there any lights here? It made the whole thing even creepier.
Draco shuddered and ran even faster, feeling slightly paranoid. It was like someone was watching him, following him, waiting only for the appropriate time to strike.
He didn't even know where he was going. It was sort of like in his dream. His feet knew where to go.
He looked inside a few classrooms. They were dark and empty and very cold. He didn't know what or who he was looking for. He didn't even think about it. He would know when he found it. He just had to find it. As soon as possible. Before something terrible would happen.
He realized he was standing in the Entrance Hall. He didn't know why or how he got here. He was just standing here.
But the thing he was searching for wasn't here. He had been searching for a while. All around the school. Even in places he didn't even know existed.
If he had thought at all he would probably think that he was under some kind of a spell. Like the Imperius curse. As it was though, he wasn't thinking. Or at least not very clearly.
He ran outside and looked around. It was cold and the wind was starting to blow. The moon could not bee seen and it was so dark. All this darkness was getting to him and he felt even more paranoid.
He had to find it. He had to find Blaise. He realized a little surprised that he was looking for Blaise. He didn't know why but he had to find him. He had to stop him. From what he didn't know but he had to.
He ran to the lake and looked around.
Nothing. He found nothing. There was no one there. Where was he supposed to go now? He didn't have a clue as to where he was supposed to go now.
Suddenly something caught his eyes on the ground.
There, in the snow, he saw something red. He bent down to take a closer look. It was blood. There wasn't much blood. Only little droplets.
Now that he looked closer it looked like there had been some sort of struggle where the blood was. Then he saw footsteps leading from the blood.
He decided to follow them. He saw little droplets of blood here and there in the steps.
The steps led him to the Forest. His heart was beating wildly. Whose blood was this? Whose steps? He swallowed hard and walked into the forest. He hated this place.
~* ~
Harry Potter opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he thought about was the pain. In his shoulder and all over his body. His head was pounding like crazy.
Something sticky and cold was running from his shoulder, down to his back. He figured it must be his own blood.
Where was he? His vision was blurred and it was dark. It was quite cold too. A huge black spot was dancing around as soon as he opened his eyes. He couldn't see much. His body was stiff and something was preventing him from moving.
His entire body hurt and it felt so heavy. He just wanted to sleep. But he couldn't. Not in this position.
Where was he? Why did everything hurt? And why couldn't he see anything? Why was it so cold? And why did he bleed?
"Ah! You're awake, I see!" he heard an ice cold voice enter his foggy thoughts. It was familiar and at the same time it was so unfamiliar. It hurt his ears and it hurt his head. It made him feel even colder and a sick feeling washed over him.
A cold hand lifted his chin roughly and he was staring into a pair of pitch black eyes. A pair of eyes that were so full of some emotion. It was familiar too but right now he couldn't place it. It was a negative one though, of that he was sure.
"Z-Zabini...?" he asked as realization hit him about whom this person was. What did Zabini do here? Was all of this his doing? Was it Zabini who tied him to this tree?
His mind became clearer now. He knew he was tied to a tree. He was only wearing his white pyjama shirt and the pants that went with it.
The shirt was bloodied and his wrists hurt from the thin threads that were holding him in place. They cut into his skin and slit up his wrists. Blood was dripping from them to the ground and made the snow become sickly red. He doubted the threads were the ones holding him back. It was probably just a spell and the threads only served to hurt him even more. To torture him and make him lose precious blood. Make him weak.
"That's right, Potter. It's me." He heard that cold voice again and it sent chills down his spine but he wouldn't show it. The hand on his chin dug into his flesh painfully and he winced. He saw a sick grin spreading all over Zabini's face.
He was enjoying this it was evident. His teeth seemed to sharpen and for just a moment his eyes flashed yellow. Harry wasn't sure if he saw right. That couldn't have happened right? He was just hallucinating with pain.
"Thought it was your lover, didn't you, Potter? You dirty little whore!" He heard the boy say venomously. Zabini's face came closer and the hand moved to his chest and his nails dug into Harry's flesh even through the fabric of the white pyjamas. They too seemed to sharpen and soon the fabric was ripped off of his body, leaving him standing there in the cold winter night in nothing but his torn pyjamas and the pants.
"You thought he was yours, didn't you? He was just playing with you though. You thought he wanted you. He doesn't. He never did. He's mine, Potter! You hear me? He's mine and mine alone! You had no right to put your filthy hands on him, you slut!" Zabini was now so mad. His eyes almost popped out of their place and Harry was sure they were all yellow now. He was scary. His teeth looked so sharp and his nails dug deep into his chest.
"How dare you, Potter?! You scum! He wasn't yours! He was MINE! You hear me? Mine!" Harry hardly even knew what was being shouted at him. All he knew was the pain from the nails. They dug so deep.
Who was Zabini's? Why did he have to shout so? Who was this person he was talking about? Who did Harry take?
Wait.......
"Draco..." he whispered quietly. He was talking about Draco.
Suddenly the pain stopped and Zabini fell quite.
"What did you just say?" Zabini asked. His eyes flashed again and the madness returned to them.
"How dare you say his name you whore? How dare you say MY Draco's name?" he shouted into his face. His nails dug into his face and he felt sharp teeth breaking his skin. The blood started flowing from the new wounds instantly and the pain was unbearable.
Why was Zabini doing this? Draco was his already for all Harry knew. Why was this happening? Draco was taken from him already. Zabini had him already so why did he have to suffer even more?
Crystal tears were forming in his eyes and slowly they slid down his cheeks. His throat hurt from all the screaming and his voice was raspy. He didn't scream anymore. He didn't have the powers to.
Slowly he drifted off into unconsciousness.
~ * ~
Draco had been running around in the Forest for an hour already. He wasn't sure he was following the right steps anymore. But he knew that he had to keep searching.
It was cold and the wind was blowing like mad. It was so dark he could hardly see the steps and his hands were hurting from the cold.
Every time he heard a little sound he jumped and hoped it would be Blaise. He hoped that he would find him soon.
At the same time he was a little scared of that too. Blaise had always been a somewhat intimidating person to him. Not that he had ever said that to him.
Now that he knew something was wrong the thought of Blaise being intimidating was even less appealing.
Suddenly he heard a noise. He looked up and started to listen more carefully. His heart was beating fast in his chest and his cold hands started to sweat.
It was a human voice. An angry voice. Not too far from where he was.
He could smell blood in the air and it got stronger the closer he got to the noise. His heart was beating like crazy now and he ran faster.
Soon he saw the Forest was getting thinner and there weren't that many trees around.
Not too far from where he stopped, he saw a figure moving. A dark-haired boy was moving around, shouting at something tied to a tree. He didn't see what it was but he could smell it all the more. It was blood. The smell was now so strong it made him want to throw up.
As the figure moved aside for a moment he caught a glimpse in the darkness of the "thing" tied to the tree.
Harry! He wanted to shout but at the exact same time he realized who had been doing all the shouting and decided to keep quiet.
It was Blaise Zabini.
A/N: A short chappie. But don't worry. I'll update again as soon as I can, I promise. I'm on a vacation for a whole week now and so I have all the time I need. Thank you for reading.
Warning: DH slash and a little violence, blood, angst and BD slash too.
A/N: Omigawd! I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding to death! Immortal Memories stabbed me! Hey, that sounded kind of cool! Hehe! Anyway, thank you for all the great reviews! I'm still having a shitty week. Sorry if that affects the story and even more sorry if you guys have to wait for it too long. That is because I have this big project that I have to work on at school and it has to be done before Easter. After Easter I hope to get back to my once-a-week-schedule. As you might have noticed this story is coming to an end soon. Now, now don't get mad or something like that. This isn't really the last chapter or anything. Besides I plan on writing another story right after this one. Maybe a Siri/Remi? Don't know yet.
Oh, and I might write a little Easter story. You know, just something fluffy and all. With little horny bunny-rabbits and all. That is just an idea I got while I was shopping today and I saw this thingy with little bunnies on and perverted and corrupted as I am I thought about *that* kind of stuff. This fanfic I would write would, of course, be a Harry Potter fanfic. And while I'm at it I should just tell you that I wrote a little one-shot fic a while back but I forgot to tell you that you should read it. So please read it!
Now that I'm done with the random rambling, let's get on with the story.
Chapter 16:
There was darkness everywhere. All around him. It felt so weird. Why was everything so dark? Was he asleep? Or was he awake? The darkness was very uncomfortable. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. He tried to talk but his mouth wouldn't open and his voice didn't want to be heard. He was blind, deaf and mute and all he could sense was the darkness and it wanted to hurt him, he knew that. He had to wake up. He couldn't feel his body and he wasn't sure he even existed anymore. He started getting afraid as he walked around in complete darkness. Where was he going? Was anyone here with him? Why was it so dark? How did he know where to go?
He didn't know the answers to any of those questions. He just knew that he couldn't stop walking. His feet knew where to take him. They took him into the complete darkness. Deeper, deeper. Darkness all around. It swallowed him whole. It was neither good nor evil. He wasn't afraid of it. He didn't feel anything towards it. Just questioning the purpose of its existence.
Then his feet stopped moving and without feeling, smelling or seeing it he knew there was blood on his hands. In the blink of an eye, everything went deep, blood red. He still couldn't see himself or feel anything. Everything was just blood red. He didn't feel, didn't see, and didn't smell anything. He didn't feel fear. He didn't feel anything. Blood was everywhere and he stood in the middle of it. It wasn't his blood. He just stood there in the middle of it all. Without seeing, feeling, hearing or smelling anything. Did he really exist? There were only questions in his head and the blood that covered him on the inside and out.
How did he know all this when he wasn't sure he even existed? He didn't care. He just wondered for the sake of wondering. Knowing blood covered him but not seeing it, not smelling it. Not even feeling it on his hands. What *was* blood anyway?
Then for the first time since he got to this place he felt something. An evil presence. Actually he didn't really feel it. It was more like knowing it was there. Like the blood. Only he wasn't afraid of the blood. He was afraid of this presence. He felt something. Then at the same time he felt another presence. This presence made him feel another emotion. He felt warm all over. He felt like he was going crazy by its mere existence. He wanted to be close to it. So close. As close as possible. He knew he had to be close to it. He needed it, he craved it, he wanted it, he was addicted to it. He knew he was moving towards this presence. He knew he loved it. He loved it so much and he wanted it so much it hurt. He felt that too. It hurt so sweetly and he was moving towards it with a speed he never thought was possible.
Something stopped him. He didn't feel the hands on him. He just knew they were there, preventing him from being with the one he loved. Yes, the one he loved. This was a person. Now he wanted to be close to *him* even more. It was a male person. Yes. Now that he thought about it he knew all this. He wanted to be with him. But this other person didn't let him. He held him back. This person was male too. Yes.
He had to be closer, closer. Just a little more. He struggled like a wild animal. He tasted blood. He could feel the taste of the metallic liquid. He could feel it burn his tongue. The blood of his beloved mixed with his own blood. Where did it come from?
His beloved was being hurt. This cruel, twisted man was hurting the one he loved. Fear, worry and anger were mixed in him and he pushed the cruel person away and ran toward his love.
He was bleeding. He didn't see him but he felt it. Every drop of blood that leaked from his body. He was so scared. He knew that life was rapidly leaving the body of his love. He was screaming without a voice, without ever being heard. He was screaming for his love to hold on and not let go. That he was right there and that he couldn't die.
He held the bleeding, lifeless body in his arms and he knew tears were rolling down his cheeks.
The first thing he saw was a pair of yellow eyes. Looking at him mockingly. They were laughing at him and his lifeless love. His feelings for this boy. This man. He saw hate and madness glimmering in them and finally he heard his own voice as he screamed.
"HARRY!"
~*~
Draco Malfoy woke up suddenly the last tones of Potter's first name dying on his lips.
He was covered in sweat. His heart was beating rapidly and tears were rolling down his pale cheeks. He was shaking and gripping the covers for support. It was a dream. It wasn't real. It was all right.
No it wasn't. It was so wrong in so many ways. First of all, his heart wouldn't stop beating like crazy. Second of all he was crying. Draco Malfoy was crying. Not that he cared much at the moment. He was terrified. That *was* a dream right? He couldn't tell. He was in his bed now and he wore his pyjamas but the feelings he experienced in that weird dream were so real. What was it again? What had happened? He couldn't remember the dream itself just the feeling it left behind. The frustrated sadness and fear.
What had happened? He remembered the darkness. The complete darkness and not being able to feel, see, hear or smell anything. Not even knowing if he existed.
The blood. All the blood that covered him on the inside and out.
Then he remembered the strange bittersweet feeling. The need, the lust, the want, all the love.
Love? What was he thinking? He didn't *love*. Who would he love? Love was something that didn't exist. Not for him anyways. Lust, need and all the desires of the flesh, yes. Love? What was love anyway?
And who would he love? Who was that.......
A voice rung in his ears. His own voice. It was so loud. So very clear and full of fright and worry. It was from a few minutes earlier.
'HARRY!'
No way! That was absurd! It was bizarre. No, it couldn't be love, could it?
He didn't really care when another piece of the dream came to him. The evil presence. It was so hateful. He shuddered at the mere memory.
He jumped out of bed without a second thought and ran toward another bed.
The curtains were drawn and he slowed down. He took a deep breath and slowly moved the curtains to the side.
The bed was empty.
"Blaise!" he whispered heatedly. Without knowing what he was doing, he ran to the door and out to the Common Room. It was dark and empty. There was no one there. It made sense since everyone was asleep.
Aside from Blaise and himself, of course.
He didn't know why he was looking for Blaise. Maybe it was the dream. Maybe something else but he knew he just had to find him. Before it was too late.
He left the Common Room quickly and quietly. The corridors were cold and creepy and they were just so dark. Why weren't there any lights here? It made the whole thing even creepier.
Draco shuddered and ran even faster, feeling slightly paranoid. It was like someone was watching him, following him, waiting only for the appropriate time to strike.
He didn't even know where he was going. It was sort of like in his dream. His feet knew where to go.
He looked inside a few classrooms. They were dark and empty and very cold. He didn't know what or who he was looking for. He didn't even think about it. He would know when he found it. He just had to find it. As soon as possible. Before something terrible would happen.
He realized he was standing in the Entrance Hall. He didn't know why or how he got here. He was just standing here.
But the thing he was searching for wasn't here. He had been searching for a while. All around the school. Even in places he didn't even know existed.
If he had thought at all he would probably think that he was under some kind of a spell. Like the Imperius curse. As it was though, he wasn't thinking. Or at least not very clearly.
He ran outside and looked around. It was cold and the wind was starting to blow. The moon could not bee seen and it was so dark. All this darkness was getting to him and he felt even more paranoid.
He had to find it. He had to find Blaise. He realized a little surprised that he was looking for Blaise. He didn't know why but he had to find him. He had to stop him. From what he didn't know but he had to.
He ran to the lake and looked around.
Nothing. He found nothing. There was no one there. Where was he supposed to go now? He didn't have a clue as to where he was supposed to go now.
Suddenly something caught his eyes on the ground.
There, in the snow, he saw something red. He bent down to take a closer look. It was blood. There wasn't much blood. Only little droplets.
Now that he looked closer it looked like there had been some sort of struggle where the blood was. Then he saw footsteps leading from the blood.
He decided to follow them. He saw little droplets of blood here and there in the steps.
The steps led him to the Forest. His heart was beating wildly. Whose blood was this? Whose steps? He swallowed hard and walked into the forest. He hated this place.
~* ~
Harry Potter opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he thought about was the pain. In his shoulder and all over his body. His head was pounding like crazy.
Something sticky and cold was running from his shoulder, down to his back. He figured it must be his own blood.
Where was he? His vision was blurred and it was dark. It was quite cold too. A huge black spot was dancing around as soon as he opened his eyes. He couldn't see much. His body was stiff and something was preventing him from moving.
His entire body hurt and it felt so heavy. He just wanted to sleep. But he couldn't. Not in this position.
Where was he? Why did everything hurt? And why couldn't he see anything? Why was it so cold? And why did he bleed?
"Ah! You're awake, I see!" he heard an ice cold voice enter his foggy thoughts. It was familiar and at the same time it was so unfamiliar. It hurt his ears and it hurt his head. It made him feel even colder and a sick feeling washed over him.
A cold hand lifted his chin roughly and he was staring into a pair of pitch black eyes. A pair of eyes that were so full of some emotion. It was familiar too but right now he couldn't place it. It was a negative one though, of that he was sure.
"Z-Zabini...?" he asked as realization hit him about whom this person was. What did Zabini do here? Was all of this his doing? Was it Zabini who tied him to this tree?
His mind became clearer now. He knew he was tied to a tree. He was only wearing his white pyjama shirt and the pants that went with it.
The shirt was bloodied and his wrists hurt from the thin threads that were holding him in place. They cut into his skin and slit up his wrists. Blood was dripping from them to the ground and made the snow become sickly red. He doubted the threads were the ones holding him back. It was probably just a spell and the threads only served to hurt him even more. To torture him and make him lose precious blood. Make him weak.
"That's right, Potter. It's me." He heard that cold voice again and it sent chills down his spine but he wouldn't show it. The hand on his chin dug into his flesh painfully and he winced. He saw a sick grin spreading all over Zabini's face.
He was enjoying this it was evident. His teeth seemed to sharpen and for just a moment his eyes flashed yellow. Harry wasn't sure if he saw right. That couldn't have happened right? He was just hallucinating with pain.
"Thought it was your lover, didn't you, Potter? You dirty little whore!" He heard the boy say venomously. Zabini's face came closer and the hand moved to his chest and his nails dug into Harry's flesh even through the fabric of the white pyjamas. They too seemed to sharpen and soon the fabric was ripped off of his body, leaving him standing there in the cold winter night in nothing but his torn pyjamas and the pants.
"You thought he was yours, didn't you? He was just playing with you though. You thought he wanted you. He doesn't. He never did. He's mine, Potter! You hear me? He's mine and mine alone! You had no right to put your filthy hands on him, you slut!" Zabini was now so mad. His eyes almost popped out of their place and Harry was sure they were all yellow now. He was scary. His teeth looked so sharp and his nails dug deep into his chest.
"How dare you, Potter?! You scum! He wasn't yours! He was MINE! You hear me? Mine!" Harry hardly even knew what was being shouted at him. All he knew was the pain from the nails. They dug so deep.
Who was Zabini's? Why did he have to shout so? Who was this person he was talking about? Who did Harry take?
Wait.......
"Draco..." he whispered quietly. He was talking about Draco.
Suddenly the pain stopped and Zabini fell quite.
"What did you just say?" Zabini asked. His eyes flashed again and the madness returned to them.
"How dare you say his name you whore? How dare you say MY Draco's name?" he shouted into his face. His nails dug into his face and he felt sharp teeth breaking his skin. The blood started flowing from the new wounds instantly and the pain was unbearable.
Why was Zabini doing this? Draco was his already for all Harry knew. Why was this happening? Draco was taken from him already. Zabini had him already so why did he have to suffer even more?
Crystal tears were forming in his eyes and slowly they slid down his cheeks. His throat hurt from all the screaming and his voice was raspy. He didn't scream anymore. He didn't have the powers to.
Slowly he drifted off into unconsciousness.
~ * ~
Draco had been running around in the Forest for an hour already. He wasn't sure he was following the right steps anymore. But he knew that he had to keep searching.
It was cold and the wind was blowing like mad. It was so dark he could hardly see the steps and his hands were hurting from the cold.
Every time he heard a little sound he jumped and hoped it would be Blaise. He hoped that he would find him soon.
At the same time he was a little scared of that too. Blaise had always been a somewhat intimidating person to him. Not that he had ever said that to him.
Now that he knew something was wrong the thought of Blaise being intimidating was even less appealing.
Suddenly he heard a noise. He looked up and started to listen more carefully. His heart was beating fast in his chest and his cold hands started to sweat.
It was a human voice. An angry voice. Not too far from where he was.
He could smell blood in the air and it got stronger the closer he got to the noise. His heart was beating like crazy now and he ran faster.
Soon he saw the Forest was getting thinner and there weren't that many trees around.
Not too far from where he stopped, he saw a figure moving. A dark-haired boy was moving around, shouting at something tied to a tree. He didn't see what it was but he could smell it all the more. It was blood. The smell was now so strong it made him want to throw up.
As the figure moved aside for a moment he caught a glimpse in the darkness of the "thing" tied to the tree.
Harry! He wanted to shout but at the exact same time he realized who had been doing all the shouting and decided to keep quiet.
It was Blaise Zabini.
A/N: A short chappie. But don't worry. I'll update again as soon as I can, I promise. I'm on a vacation for a whole week now and so I have all the time I need. Thank you for reading.