Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Warning: HD slash, some blood and violence and BD slash. You know the usual.
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! This week was still pretty hectic. Didn't think my friends would want to be with me this much. ^^
To silverleprichuan I would like to say thank you. I can't believe you read the whole story in one go. Wow! Actually your review was what made me actually sit down and start on this chappie. I've been feeling very insecure about this story for some time now and it's nice to read a nice review like that. As it is to read everyone else's reviews.
Also, I would like to apologize for not finishing this chapter on time. My best friend told me she is going to move to England for a year in two months and I think I might be taking it a little too hard. So I haven't been in the mood to write exactly. I'm sorry.
Now on with the story.
Chapter 17:
Draco watched as the lifeless body of his former lover hung from the tree that he had been bound to. He was bleeding and the sickening smell of his sweet blood was all around in the air.
Too much. He had lost way too much blood. If he lost any more it would be fatal for him.
Draco didn't know what to do. He didn't understand all the mixed emotions inside him.
Fear. He was afraid. He was angry. So angry his eyes were glowing cold in the darkness. His nails sharpened and so did his teeth.
Anger and fear. Why was he angry? And why was he scared?
Like lightning from the clear sky it struck him. He wasn't afraid of Blaise. He only felt hate towards him now. The cowardice he had shown through this act of hatred. Binding *his* Harry to a tree and torturing him. That was just too much.
Now he understood the anger. He understood the fear. He was afraid of losing Harry. He was afraid because if Harry died, he would never feel so content and happy again. Never like when they were together in each others arms. It would never be the same without him.
He had to do something. *His* Harry was being tortured by this heartless monster and that was just something he couldn't take.
He realized it now. He knew Harry meant more to him than he dared to admit. He still didn't dare to think about it. He just knew he had to do something.
He had to forget all about what *he* wanted and what was good for him and focus on Harry.
How could he help him? How could he save him?
He didn't have much time to think about a plan. He had to strike. He had to make a move.
Fast.
He turned around and started running. He ran fast and quietly. He didn't make any noise.
Slowly he started to change as the anger and fear took him over and the wolf in him came out.
His hair became pure white, matching the colour of the snow perfectly. His nails grew into claws as his teeth became deadly fangs.
He could do this.
He had to do this.
For Harry.
"Harry."
Harry.
Harry.
He was right in front of him.
He had run around and now he was looking at the scene from the opposite side of it.
Harry had his back to him and he couldn't see his face but he could smell his blood. He could taste it in his mouth.
'Hang in there, Harry.' He thought and he hoped that somehow, Harry would hear him and that he wouldn't let go. He had to stay in there. He was on his way. He would do something to stop this, no matter what.
He watched as Blaise moved away from the unconscious body. Apparently he was tired of playing with it.
It wasn't as much fun as to play with him when he could hear him scream and beg for mercy. He would just have to wait for him to wake up again.
In the meantime he started to prepare for when he would awaken.
Such a nice surprise he would get then. He chuckled a little and bent down to look at various items he had in a trunk that was placed beside the tree.
In the meantime Draco sneaked closer to get a better view at Harry.
Truth be told, he was a bit surprised that Blaise hadn't sensed him yet. He must have been very absorbed in what he was doing to let his guard down like that.
Even so, Draco didn't want to attack right away. He had to think about Harry's safety first. One wrong move and Blaise could kill Harry with one of the various toys he was looking at right now.
Draco now had a good view at what Blaise was holding in his hands. It was a set of long sharp needles.
Not the kind one sews with either. They were torture devices. He knew that very well. They were enchanted with a dark spell, so that once they were in your flesh, the wounds would not be able to heal unless an educated medi witch or wizard took care of them.
That wasn't the only thing they did. They were coated with a potion that made the wound become bigger and about a hundred times more painful than normal.
Draco felt his stomach turn in a very uncomfortable way at the sight of them. He saw red at the thought of them being used on Harry. *His* Harry. He would be a fool to let that happen.
Slowly he got even closer to Harry. Now he was so close he was able to reach him. Just a little more and he would be able to chew off the threads that were binding him to the tree.
Just a little more.
~* ~
Ronald Weasley was lying in his bed and drooling all over his pillow.
He was having the best dream ever.
He was sitting on a bench with Hermione and drinking a bottle of butterbear.
Hermione wore a light yellow sundress. It was very revealing and it was tight in all the right places, letting him see more than he was used to.
He wasn't thinking about the fact that Hermione would probably never put on something like that.
He was about to get kissed by the only girl he loved. And such a pretty girl she was. And, oh dear Merlin, did she just grope him?
Yeeeeees, definitely the best dream ever. Hermione was so sexy and dear Merlin, it turned him on! He must have been a very good boy to deserve such a nice treat.
Oh my, what was that? Where did his pans go? And why was there a pressure on 'little Ron' all of the sudden?
He gasped with pleasure and something else.
What was that? He felt a pressure, only it was a different kind of pressure and not at all very enjoyable!
Dear Morgan! He had to pee! He had to pee so bad!
"Oh, Hermione! S-stop that!" he gasped as he stood and started a little dance, hopping from one foot to the other.
"What is it, sexy?" she asked in a sultry voice.
Ron just kept dancing and he was very red now,
"I need to use the potty! Now!" he cried as he held 'little Ron' in his hands.
Suddenly he just ran off shrieking.
"It's leaking! Out of the waaaaaaay! Needy boy, coming through! Merlin, it's leaking!"
~*~
Rom awoke with a start, covered in sweat.
And a little something else.
He jumped out of bed, realizing that he really had to go, use the potty.
He stumbled out of his bed, and started running, only he tripped over his own feet that got tangled up in the bed sheaths and fell on his nose.
"Ow! Damn it! It's leaking, it's leaking! I'm gonna wet my pyjama pants!" he swore as he rubbed his red nose and danced to the toilet in high speed.
He sighed with relief once he was finished and started washing his hands by the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that his nose was swollen.
"Aw, man! This is so typical. The only time I'm having a real good wet dream I need to go pee. I didn't even wish for it to actually happen! I guess if I did I'd have peed in my pyjama pants as punishment. Damn!" he complained, rubbing his huge, red nose.
"Look at this. Now I look like Rudolf the reindeer. And it isn't even Christmas Eve." He looked really miserable.
He dried his hands on his pyjamas and went to bed again.
Or he would have if something hadn't caught his eyes.
Harry's curtains weren't drawn. They were always drawn when he slept.
He walked closer to check on the boy and make sure everything was fine.
But when he got to the bed he got a shock. Harry wasn't in his bed.
He, of course, being Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger's boyfriend and Harry Potter's best friend, started to worry immediately.
Why wasn't Harry in his bed? It was quite late now. Or early, depending on how one wanted to see it.
He had a bad feeling about this.
Normally he wouldn't care much about this. He wasn't a fool. He knew Harry didn't sleep well at night. He even knew that Harry usually walked around on the grounds at night. He had noticed that. There wasn't much he could do about it though.
He and Hermione had talked to Harry many times but the result was the same.
Harry was drifting away from them. He closed his shell and he was alone. Ron was never all that good at finding out why people were troubled. He had tried as hard as he could. He and Hermione sat up late at night and talked about this matter but they realized that if Harry didn't want to be helped, they couldn't do much except make sure he knew that they were there for him and leave him alone when he wanted to be left alone.
Making a long story short, Ron knew about Harry's nightly walks but some weird emotion was tugging on his insides and wouldn't let go.
He didn't know what to do about it. He felt he had to act on it but how?
He couldn't wake Hermione up because he couldn't go into the girl's dorm. He had to find Harry by himself.
Quickly he put on some clothes and left the dorm, running down to the common room.
He hesitated a little before he walked through the portrait hole.
What if he would find Harry on the grounds and he would tell him that everything was fine? He would feel so stupid then. Very paranoid. But he could take that. He even hoped that that would happen. That would mean Harry was fine and this weird feeling he had was wrong.
He ran though the halls, cursing the night for being so dark and cursing whoever that invented curfews.
Finally he ran outside, to the lake and behind Hagrid's hut but he didn't find Harry. This was bad. Very bad. Where could Harry be?
He heard some strand howling deep in the forest and shivered. Such a creepy night. No moon, no stars, no light whatsoever. And why did it have to be so cold?
The howling was heard again and then it hit him. He had checked everywhere. Everywhere but in the Dark Forest.
"No way..." he whispered. But he was already walking slowly towards the forest. Soon he sped up and was running as fast as he could, blocking out all the bad thoughts of paranoia and listening for any suspicious sounds, looking for Harry. He felt like he was being watched the whole time, like he was in a lion's den, only waiting for sharp claws and fangs to tear him apart. He just ran even faster. Deep into the Dark Forest.
Suddenly he saw something weird by a tree. It was something white. He wasn't sure where he was anymore or how he'd get out of here.
He stopped and moved closer to the white thing.
It was a big white wolf. A beautiful one at that. And it was doing something weird. It seemed to be chewing on a tree.
That was very weird indeed. Why would a wolf be chewing on a tree?
He had to get closer to get a better view. Slowly he moved closer, so as not to startle the wolf and now he saw what was going on.
He chocked at the sight.
There was a person, tied to the tree, bleeding quite badly. The wolf was probably chewing on the threads that held him in place.
He was shocked. He looked at the person.
Dark hair falling into his face prevented him from seeing who it was but he would recognize that figure anywhere.
It was his best friend tied to that tree. It was Harry.
He opened his mouth to call his name but no sound escaped.
A/N: Another cliffie. Don't kill me though. It is short too and probably very crappy. I'm sorry for the lateness too. Lately I have been stressed and all and I just can't write anymore. Not as often as I used to. I'm sorry. But don't worry, I have every intention to finish this. I'm not sure about how it will end. From here on, everything is a mystery even to me. So I look forward to coming up with what will happen next.
Warning: HD slash, some blood and violence and BD slash. You know the usual.
A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! This week was still pretty hectic. Didn't think my friends would want to be with me this much. ^^
To silverleprichuan I would like to say thank you. I can't believe you read the whole story in one go. Wow! Actually your review was what made me actually sit down and start on this chappie. I've been feeling very insecure about this story for some time now and it's nice to read a nice review like that. As it is to read everyone else's reviews.
Also, I would like to apologize for not finishing this chapter on time. My best friend told me she is going to move to England for a year in two months and I think I might be taking it a little too hard. So I haven't been in the mood to write exactly. I'm sorry.
Now on with the story.
Chapter 17:
Draco watched as the lifeless body of his former lover hung from the tree that he had been bound to. He was bleeding and the sickening smell of his sweet blood was all around in the air.
Too much. He had lost way too much blood. If he lost any more it would be fatal for him.
Draco didn't know what to do. He didn't understand all the mixed emotions inside him.
Fear. He was afraid. He was angry. So angry his eyes were glowing cold in the darkness. His nails sharpened and so did his teeth.
Anger and fear. Why was he angry? And why was he scared?
Like lightning from the clear sky it struck him. He wasn't afraid of Blaise. He only felt hate towards him now. The cowardice he had shown through this act of hatred. Binding *his* Harry to a tree and torturing him. That was just too much.
Now he understood the anger. He understood the fear. He was afraid of losing Harry. He was afraid because if Harry died, he would never feel so content and happy again. Never like when they were together in each others arms. It would never be the same without him.
He had to do something. *His* Harry was being tortured by this heartless monster and that was just something he couldn't take.
He realized it now. He knew Harry meant more to him than he dared to admit. He still didn't dare to think about it. He just knew he had to do something.
He had to forget all about what *he* wanted and what was good for him and focus on Harry.
How could he help him? How could he save him?
He didn't have much time to think about a plan. He had to strike. He had to make a move.
Fast.
He turned around and started running. He ran fast and quietly. He didn't make any noise.
Slowly he started to change as the anger and fear took him over and the wolf in him came out.
His hair became pure white, matching the colour of the snow perfectly. His nails grew into claws as his teeth became deadly fangs.
He could do this.
He had to do this.
For Harry.
"Harry."
Harry.
Harry.
He was right in front of him.
He had run around and now he was looking at the scene from the opposite side of it.
Harry had his back to him and he couldn't see his face but he could smell his blood. He could taste it in his mouth.
'Hang in there, Harry.' He thought and he hoped that somehow, Harry would hear him and that he wouldn't let go. He had to stay in there. He was on his way. He would do something to stop this, no matter what.
He watched as Blaise moved away from the unconscious body. Apparently he was tired of playing with it.
It wasn't as much fun as to play with him when he could hear him scream and beg for mercy. He would just have to wait for him to wake up again.
In the meantime he started to prepare for when he would awaken.
Such a nice surprise he would get then. He chuckled a little and bent down to look at various items he had in a trunk that was placed beside the tree.
In the meantime Draco sneaked closer to get a better view at Harry.
Truth be told, he was a bit surprised that Blaise hadn't sensed him yet. He must have been very absorbed in what he was doing to let his guard down like that.
Even so, Draco didn't want to attack right away. He had to think about Harry's safety first. One wrong move and Blaise could kill Harry with one of the various toys he was looking at right now.
Draco now had a good view at what Blaise was holding in his hands. It was a set of long sharp needles.
Not the kind one sews with either. They were torture devices. He knew that very well. They were enchanted with a dark spell, so that once they were in your flesh, the wounds would not be able to heal unless an educated medi witch or wizard took care of them.
That wasn't the only thing they did. They were coated with a potion that made the wound become bigger and about a hundred times more painful than normal.
Draco felt his stomach turn in a very uncomfortable way at the sight of them. He saw red at the thought of them being used on Harry. *His* Harry. He would be a fool to let that happen.
Slowly he got even closer to Harry. Now he was so close he was able to reach him. Just a little more and he would be able to chew off the threads that were binding him to the tree.
Just a little more.
~* ~
Ronald Weasley was lying in his bed and drooling all over his pillow.
He was having the best dream ever.
He was sitting on a bench with Hermione and drinking a bottle of butterbear.
Hermione wore a light yellow sundress. It was very revealing and it was tight in all the right places, letting him see more than he was used to.
He wasn't thinking about the fact that Hermione would probably never put on something like that.
He was about to get kissed by the only girl he loved. And such a pretty girl she was. And, oh dear Merlin, did she just grope him?
Yeeeeees, definitely the best dream ever. Hermione was so sexy and dear Merlin, it turned him on! He must have been a very good boy to deserve such a nice treat.
Oh my, what was that? Where did his pans go? And why was there a pressure on 'little Ron' all of the sudden?
He gasped with pleasure and something else.
What was that? He felt a pressure, only it was a different kind of pressure and not at all very enjoyable!
Dear Morgan! He had to pee! He had to pee so bad!
"Oh, Hermione! S-stop that!" he gasped as he stood and started a little dance, hopping from one foot to the other.
"What is it, sexy?" she asked in a sultry voice.
Ron just kept dancing and he was very red now,
"I need to use the potty! Now!" he cried as he held 'little Ron' in his hands.
Suddenly he just ran off shrieking.
"It's leaking! Out of the waaaaaaay! Needy boy, coming through! Merlin, it's leaking!"
~*~
Rom awoke with a start, covered in sweat.
And a little something else.
He jumped out of bed, realizing that he really had to go, use the potty.
He stumbled out of his bed, and started running, only he tripped over his own feet that got tangled up in the bed sheaths and fell on his nose.
"Ow! Damn it! It's leaking, it's leaking! I'm gonna wet my pyjama pants!" he swore as he rubbed his red nose and danced to the toilet in high speed.
He sighed with relief once he was finished and started washing his hands by the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw that his nose was swollen.
"Aw, man! This is so typical. The only time I'm having a real good wet dream I need to go pee. I didn't even wish for it to actually happen! I guess if I did I'd have peed in my pyjama pants as punishment. Damn!" he complained, rubbing his huge, red nose.
"Look at this. Now I look like Rudolf the reindeer. And it isn't even Christmas Eve." He looked really miserable.
He dried his hands on his pyjamas and went to bed again.
Or he would have if something hadn't caught his eyes.
Harry's curtains weren't drawn. They were always drawn when he slept.
He walked closer to check on the boy and make sure everything was fine.
But when he got to the bed he got a shock. Harry wasn't in his bed.
He, of course, being Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger's boyfriend and Harry Potter's best friend, started to worry immediately.
Why wasn't Harry in his bed? It was quite late now. Or early, depending on how one wanted to see it.
He had a bad feeling about this.
Normally he wouldn't care much about this. He wasn't a fool. He knew Harry didn't sleep well at night. He even knew that Harry usually walked around on the grounds at night. He had noticed that. There wasn't much he could do about it though.
He and Hermione had talked to Harry many times but the result was the same.
Harry was drifting away from them. He closed his shell and he was alone. Ron was never all that good at finding out why people were troubled. He had tried as hard as he could. He and Hermione sat up late at night and talked about this matter but they realized that if Harry didn't want to be helped, they couldn't do much except make sure he knew that they were there for him and leave him alone when he wanted to be left alone.
Making a long story short, Ron knew about Harry's nightly walks but some weird emotion was tugging on his insides and wouldn't let go.
He didn't know what to do about it. He felt he had to act on it but how?
He couldn't wake Hermione up because he couldn't go into the girl's dorm. He had to find Harry by himself.
Quickly he put on some clothes and left the dorm, running down to the common room.
He hesitated a little before he walked through the portrait hole.
What if he would find Harry on the grounds and he would tell him that everything was fine? He would feel so stupid then. Very paranoid. But he could take that. He even hoped that that would happen. That would mean Harry was fine and this weird feeling he had was wrong.
He ran though the halls, cursing the night for being so dark and cursing whoever that invented curfews.
Finally he ran outside, to the lake and behind Hagrid's hut but he didn't find Harry. This was bad. Very bad. Where could Harry be?
He heard some strand howling deep in the forest and shivered. Such a creepy night. No moon, no stars, no light whatsoever. And why did it have to be so cold?
The howling was heard again and then it hit him. He had checked everywhere. Everywhere but in the Dark Forest.
"No way..." he whispered. But he was already walking slowly towards the forest. Soon he sped up and was running as fast as he could, blocking out all the bad thoughts of paranoia and listening for any suspicious sounds, looking for Harry. He felt like he was being watched the whole time, like he was in a lion's den, only waiting for sharp claws and fangs to tear him apart. He just ran even faster. Deep into the Dark Forest.
Suddenly he saw something weird by a tree. It was something white. He wasn't sure where he was anymore or how he'd get out of here.
He stopped and moved closer to the white thing.
It was a big white wolf. A beautiful one at that. And it was doing something weird. It seemed to be chewing on a tree.
That was very weird indeed. Why would a wolf be chewing on a tree?
He had to get closer to get a better view. Slowly he moved closer, so as not to startle the wolf and now he saw what was going on.
He chocked at the sight.
There was a person, tied to the tree, bleeding quite badly. The wolf was probably chewing on the threads that held him in place.
He was shocked. He looked at the person.
Dark hair falling into his face prevented him from seeing who it was but he would recognize that figure anywhere.
It was his best friend tied to that tree. It was Harry.
He opened his mouth to call his name but no sound escaped.
A/N: Another cliffie. Don't kill me though. It is short too and probably very crappy. I'm sorry for the lateness too. Lately I have been stressed and all and I just can't write anymore. Not as often as I used to. I'm sorry. But don't worry, I have every intention to finish this. I'm not sure about how it will end. From here on, everything is a mystery even to me. So I look forward to coming up with what will happen next.