Yay! I finally updated! XD
!Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and the rest of teh wonderful, and some, not so wonderful characters of the HP series. They all belong to J.K Rowling, as I am too young and not even close to good enough to have written the HP books.
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She motioned for him to go in front of the cell so he could see the man who raped Draco, and then Harry walked slowly, afraid of whom he might find there. He was holding his breath, and once he was in front of it, his eyes widened immediately, paling at the sight.
"No..." He breathed, shaking his head. "It-- it can't be..."
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Harry stared at the boney, half-dead man laying on the floor before him, his gaunt, thin face looking up at Harry's shock-filled one.
Oliver Wood, his old Quidditch Captain and fellow Gryffindor looked up, his brown eyes locked with Harry's bright green ones. Emerald green eyes filled with disbelief, pain, and anger.
"I-- I don't -- No..." Harry whispered. "No, nonononononono..." He was feeling faint, his head swirling with many different emotions and feelings. Hermione was behind him, one hand on his shoulder, and glared at the man in the cell. Oliver saw this, and returned her glare with a malicious smile, showing his yellow, dirty teeth.
Harry heard the clacking of chains moving across the floor, and he closed his eyes, not wanting to believe what he was seeing. "So, you're back, Potter," Oliver said hoarsely, sounding sort of happy at that. "I thought you'd never come back to see your precious little..." he paused, looking for the right word to use."...Dragon." Harry snapped his eyes open, and looked at the ex-Quidditch player in disbelief.
"Oliver? How--how could you..." Harry trailed off, his vision starting to get blurry. He heard a loud cackle echoing off the walls of the near-empty cell, resonating in the long hallway. "How could I, you ask? Well, how could I not?" Oliver sat up, leaning on the cold brick wall for support, since he was too weak to support himself.
"I always liked you, Harry. Ever since I laid my eyes on you at Hogwarts," The older man said. Harry simply stood there, staring blankly at him. He didn't know how to react. "You had everything-- looks, fame, Quidditch skills, money-- what else could anyone ask for? I watched you every day, all the time. I would even sneak into your dorm at night just to be able to see you closely."
Harry felt a churning feeling in his guts. How could he have missed that? How could he have missed the fact that Oliver was obsessed with him? He looked at the skeletal-like man with painful eyes. He couldn't bring himself to say anything, though. Harry stood there, unblinking, simply watching Oliver ramble on and on, about his obsession with him-- his infatuation. He wanted to scream, to tell Oliver to shut up, and leave, wanting to go back to the Manor and see Draco again, even though he knew that the blonde would probably throw another fit, and go crazy again. He simply wanted to leave.
"But then," Wood started, "at the end of my seventh year, I had to leave Hogwarts. I didn't want to, since I wouldn't be able to talk to you anymore-- to see you." Oliver was acting like a crazy obsessed teenager. Hermione turned her head and looked away. She didn't want to see him, let alone hear him. She couldn't stand him anymore.
Oliver was mad. He was mental and crazy. Hermione wanted to just curse him, watch him writhe in pain for what he did to Harry and to Draco... especially Draco. She wanted Oliver-- no, Wood-- to suffer. She wanted Harry to hurt him, she wanted Ron to hurt him-- she wanted anyone who was affected by what he did to both Harry and Draco to hurt him.
Hermione felt.. strange, thinking of the pain and torture that could be inflicted on Wood. She didn't think she was capable of hating someone as much as this. She hated him more then she did Voldemort, which she never in a million years would have thought possible.
"I never fell in love, after I left the school. I waited for you to graduate, and then I planned to ask you out on a date in hopes of being in a romantic relationship with you. I waited, day after day after day for years, but still, I waited patiently.
"But then, when I heard that you and Draco Malfoy," he spat the name out, as if disgusted by it. "Were going out, I was devastated. The Daily Prophet wrote about it, and even showed photos of you two together. I hated it." Oliver looked down, voice angry. "The news alone made me want to kill myself, but I didn't. I thought that you would eventually break up with him, so then, I waited once more." He took a deep breath. "When I found out that you moved in with him, that's when I went hysterical. I wanted so very much to murder that little blonde pest," he said through gritted teeth, fists clenched.
Harry was glaring daggers through the old Quidditch player's forehead, his hands curling into tight balls. His teeth were gritted in anger, and already he felt like murdering Wood, as much as he didn't want to believe it. Hermione was right, he realized. I wouldn't have believed it unless I saw it.
"I was desperate to have you, Harry, so very desperate." Oliver looked at him through unreadable brown eyes. "So then, unable to do anything about it, I went to the dark Lord. He said that he could, how should I put it," he paused. "Distract you while I had my revenge with your little Dragon," He finished with a sneer.
"You're sick, Wood!" Hermione then cried out. Her eyes were glossy and looked like she was about to cry. "You nearly killed Harry in the process, just so you can have your way with Draco! You're insane!"
Wood rolled his eyes. "Do you think I didn't know that already?" He asked her. "Did you think I didn't know that, Granger?" Hermione backed up, for some reason frightened by him. She knew she didn't have to, seeing as he was still chained up to the wall, had no wand, and was too weak to do anything, but Wood was scaring her, and she didn't like it.
"If you did then why'd you do it!" said Harry, finally finding words to say. His fists were clenched so hard that the skin on his hand was starting to bleed a little. The guard standing beside Harry merely stared off into space, and looked as if he barely noticed them shouting.
The other prisoners merely watched the trio through watchful eyes, keeping quiet in their cells. Some of them kept their eyes away, while some-- the dying ones-- stayed sprawled out on the ground, staring at the concrete walls with blank, almost lifeless eyes.
Oliver glared at the brunette. He thought that he would understand right away, why he did it." I did it so that you would understand the pain I went though, Harry." Oliver made a move to stand up, but the shackles were too heavy, and he was too weak and thin to support himself. "And I knew that you could've died during the process, but I didn't care. If I couldn't have you, well then, it was better if no one else could.
But I knew that you would live," Wood said. "You wouldn't die, since you would have wanted to come back to Malfoy as soon as possible."
"Damn straight I would," Harry said through gritted teeth. "And not even you or Voldemort could have stopped me."
The man in the cell looked like he was going to piss himself--or worse, shit himself. His lips were pursed tightly, resembling aunt Petunia, and he was frowning.
"Yes, well, even if you did live, which I knew you would, I wanted you to feel my pain, Harry." Oliver moved closer to Harry and Hermione with a little difficulty, and then looked up, his eyes locked with Harry's bright green ones. "I wanted you to suffer," he paused on that one word, as if wondering what he should say next. "And the best way I could think of, was to have my way with your little whore," he spat.
"Take that back," Harry hissed, glaring at Oliver, who merely raised his eyebrows. He looked amused.
"Take what back, dear Harry?" he asked him, smirking. Oliver looked like he was having fun, torturing Harry by telling him what he did and by insulting Draco.
"Draco's not a whore," said Harry, his voice dangerously low. "Take it back."
Hermione could even feel a slight crackle of magic in the air, and flinched when she felt it. She reckoned that even Wood could feel it; it was sort of impossible not to, though. Despite it only being a small crackle of magic, it was still impossibly strong. The witch could feel Harry's anger building up from where she was.
"I won't take it back, Harry dear," Oliver sneered. "I am right, after all. Your little blond bitch is a whore."
"SHUT UP!" Harry suddenly screamed. He took a few steps forward, looking down at the man in front of him. He refused to believe that Oliver Wood was human. Harry whipped his wand out of his cloak, and pointed it at Wood's throat, his wand hand shaking with anger and he clutched the long piece of wood tightly. Oliver didn't even flinch.
"Do you really think that I would be afraid of that, dearest Harry?" He drawled, seemingly amused. He was smirking. "Go on then," Oliver said, he lifted his thin arms in the air, wavering slightly as his two upper limbs left the floor, slightly losing his balance. "kill me, Harry. Torture me." His brown eyes glinted maliciously.
Harry didn't do anything yet. Hermione, who went closer too, placed her hand on his shoulder and stared at Wood. She was thinking, 'Come on, Harry. Just do something--anything. Please.' But realized that he wouldn't be able to, seeing as the guards would probably contact the Minister for Magic and hold a trial or something against him for attacking a defenseless prisoner. She then was begging him silently to not do anything and lower his wand, and hoped he would do so.
Oliver let out a loud cackle. "What's wrong, Harry? You won't kill me then?" Harry bit his lip. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to use the sectumsempra on Wood, but thought that Wood probably didn't have enough blood to make his perverse, torture-filled scenario of Draco's rapist look so evil.
"Looks like you don't even love your little bleached blonde bitch enough to kill the one who raped him, even if said rapist is sitting right in front of you with his hands in the air like a pathetic little muggle," Oliver sneered.
At those words, Harry saw red. He dropped his wand, and with an angry yell, pinned Oliver down onto the cold, dirty ground, even forgetting the rats that ran by him; their dirty, scruffy fur nearly touching his hands.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He yelled angrily. "Draco's not a bitch, and I do love him, more then you'll ever know, bastard!" Oliver let out another loud cackle, and looked at Harry.
"If you do love the whore, then why are you on top of me, on the ground of a dirty, rotten prison or evil little men like me, eh, Harry?" He drawled. "Though when I used to picture this in my mind, I was the one on to--" He wasn't able to finish the word, from the force of a punch Harry threw at him.
He flinched at the slight pain, and could even taste the metallic-flavored red liquid in his mouth. He didn't know that Harry could hit so hard. After spitting the blood out, he laughed loudly, a note of hysteria in his hoarse voice.
"Malfoy's a dead lucky son of a bitch to be fucked by someone like you every night!" He cackled. "He was probably only and will ever be your little fuck buddy, right, Harry?" Before he could say another word, he was hit, once again, by Harry, this time on the other cheek.
Oliver just kept laughing like a madman, just as Harry was yelling insults and curses at him, tears already blurring his vision. Hermione was staring at the two in shock, not knowing if she should tell Harry to stop, and pull him off of the disgusting man lying on the floor.
Despite her better judgment, she liked hearing the sound of Harry's fist meeting Wood's face, however faint it was, because of the loud noises the two men were making; the insufferable cackling of Wood, and the angry yells Harry was making.
"I wonder how Draco fucking Malfoy can--" He was stopped in mid sentence with another punch, this one stronger then the others; he let out a pained hiss this time, much to Harry's sick pleasure. Wood turned his head and faced Harry again. " ...stay so fucking tight if you're doing him all the time, eh, Harry? I won--"
"JUST SHUT UP, DAMMIT!" Harry yelled, even louder then before.
He just kept punching and punching him, he was too into what he was doing, that he couldn't even hear Hermione yelling for him to stop, nor notice the fact that Wood wasn't responding to the blows to the face (And some to the stomach) anymore; he was limp under Harry's bigger form, blood sprouting from his face. Harry simply balled his fists, and continued to pound his face, tears finally falling free from his eyes.
"Harry!" He finally heard, and he suddenly stopped what he was doing. He couldn't breathe anymore. He just stared at the bloody, slightly mangled face of what was left of Oliver Wood, with some horror. His jaw dropped, and he looked at his hands, which were red with the blood from Wood's face. Harry let out a horrified yell, and backed up, jumping off of the now dead body he was sitting on.
"Oy! What do you two think you're doing!" The prisoner guard called out, finally showing signs of life, other then just staring at the walls blankly and pretending that no one was there. "Get over here, you scoundrels!"
Hermione quickly took hold of Harry's arm, and yanked him up. She pushed him out of the cell, and took one last glance at Wood, and resisted, with some difficulty, the urge to spit on him. She pulled the now sobbing Harry onto his feet, and ran, still holding his arm tightly. Harry was simply following her, and she didn't think that he even knew why they were running. The brunette just ran behind the bushy-haired witch, right past the guard, who tried to grab them, but couldn't.
"Faster, Harry!" Hermione cried. "He's gonna catch us!" She was running franticly, her breathing erratic, the jail cells turning into blurs as she zoomed past them, Harry close behind her, still crying. She could hear the angry yells of the Azkaban prison guard, who was running towards them with an incredible speed for his large, tubby form.
As they were getting close to the entry of the prison, Harry, still dragged by Hermione, shuddered violently, and felt cold. He looked back, and saw a whole pack of dementors, and estimated that there were about three dozen of them. He knew Hermione felt them too, for she slowed down a little, and her hand, which was wrapped around his wrist, was trembling and cold.
The other huge guard who decided to stand watch before the iron bars looked back from the noise, arms crossed. Harry and Hermione tried as much as they could to run faster and outrun the dementors, and passed the first guard, who didn't actually know what was happening. Once they were on the long, thin hallway leading to the prison entry, the two wizards (Witch, for Hermione) looked back and quickly, before the dementors and the two guards could get closer to them, apparated back to manor.
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With a loud crack, the two landed in a heap on a black rug in the sitting room of the manor. Hermione sat up and took her cloak off of her and threw it on the floor. Harry remained crouched down, staring at his hands, which were again, tainted with the crimson of Oliver Wood's blood.
Hermione could still hear him sobbing, so she crawled over to him and embraced him in a gentle hug. Harry buried his face in her shirt, but left his hands on his lap, not wanting to dirty her clothes. The witch rubbed comforting circles in his back, muttering things in his ear like, "It's not your fault, Harry," or "Don't cry, he deserved it."
But all the brunette could say back, was, "It's my fault, it's my fault, it's my fault..." over and over again, nonstop, as if it were his mantra. Hermione too, could feel her eyes welling up with tears, but never knew why.
She simply hugged him all the tighter, and closed her eyes, feeling the wetness of tears falling down her cheeks and into Harry's soft hair.
Neither of them noticed the tall, familiar red-head watching them from the hallway, with a look of confusion, as they were too busy crying.
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:D Yay! I finished writing the 5th chappie! Sorry if you found it took so long. My gran just died, and we never knew until we came back from Florida. I just couldn't think up of anything to write, because all I was thinking of was her. :(
And also, our car got totaled by this idiot who was drunk driving. No one got hurt, though, but the car got destroyed in the front.
So please, review, and hope that the next chapter will come faster, and hopefully longer then this one! (I did write a longer chap, though, if you compare it with the others. )
Review, just to make me happy :)