Warnings: Harry torture (I will make it up to him in time) and lime
hr is it bright where you are have the people changed does it make you happy you're so strange and in your darkest hour, i hold secrets flame you can watch the world devoured in it's pain strange -Smashing Pumpkins
(Present)
"Is there any news?" Voldemort asked me, who bowed before him.
"No, Tom," I replied. How could he go this far... He isn't who he used to be. Sometimes I'll use his given name in hopes that he would remember himself, however my use of that given name rarely has the effect I want. Today was no different.
Honestly, sometimes I do forget who it is he wants me to be. I do not know why I put up with him and at times, I want to just leave and have it over with. However, it's hard for me to forget that I love him. I chose this. Voldemort would no longer accept me, not the way I used to be. That was because Voldemort was no longer Tom. I still remembered why it happened...
"What did you call me!" Voldemort's face contorted with fury when I called him by that name. No one was to call him that. Not even...
"I haven't forgotten, master. I am sorry. No I haven't seen anything." Yes, I was sorry! Sorry I couldn't bring myself to leave him. Sorry that both of us were stuck with this damned sorry excuse for a life.
If only I could blame him for wanting Potter dead. Hell, at one point I would have killed him myself! But I know it isn't entirely the boys fault, but Tom/Voldemort will not listen to me.
I hated both of them. Actually, I hated all of them, starting with Draconis. It all started with him.
"Fine! But I will get my revenge..."
hr (Dream continued)
"Very well." Harold felt himself being abruptly pushed away from the king and hesitantly looked up to see Draconis looking down at him with faint disgust. "Place them both in the dungeons!" he addressed his guards. "I'll deal with you later." Draconis had knelt to whisper this part in his ear, before giving him a malicious grin and left.
Harold lay limply there on the floor until one of the guards retrieved him. Why had he been so stupid! That girl was not worth his safety, how ever he did feel slightly sorry for her. He felt no more than the least bit sorry, now... /Yes, she probably deserved it. I was an idiot. I should not have interfered./ Harold told himself.
He tried to find the girl as he was taken down, but she and the other guard had disappeared. Thinking about her distracted him; he did not wish to think about what Draconis could imagine up to punish, what he might be doing at that very moment. It was no secret the King could be cruel when he wanted to be. Harold had been lucky so far... but he couldn't help the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that came whenever he seriously thought about what was happening.
Harold was suddenly immensely glad that Draconis had aloud him clothes, as the guard began the trek down the stone staircase. They were a slight blessing; he could still feel the sharp edges raking against his skin as he was dragged across them, but it was bearable.
Abruptly Harold was tossed painfully in a corner and couldn't help moaning as his shoulder came in contact with the damp floor. "Bastard!" he couldn't help yelling after the guard while he picked himself up, but he simply laughed and slammed to door behind him.
Oddly enough, he felt calm, at least at first. The panic did not set in until a few hours after he was alone. The dungeon was dark, dank, and cold. Everything that he thought one would be. He couldn't help the shivering that started after about the first hour, but it wasn't entirely from the cold. What if Draconis would have him killed; the vampire king made it clear he considered him disposable. What if He was the one who would kill him... Harold did not know why, but the thought of Draconis killing him upset Harold more than if he had someone else do it.
Harold swiftly ran his hands up and down his arms trying to distract himself. /It actually feels like it's getting colder.../ he thought as he pulled his legs close to his chest as he tried to warm himself. Strangely enough, he felt like he was getting weaker. Harold considered that he was experiencing blood loss, but he had never felt like this before.
Another hour, or so, passed and Harold found himself laboring just to breathe. It was cold, but it shouldn't be doing this to him; he hugged his knees closer and waited for the feeling to pass.
After what felt like forever, Harold heard the door slam open, causing him to jump slightly. He wanted to look up, but his head felt too heavy to lift.
"Consort... I have returned. My evening was rather eventful, for once. You know, I do not believe I've this much fun in a while now. How was your day?" came an oddly jovial voice. The king had returned and Harold knew that it wasn't good for him. Something had happened to Draconis, he could tell from the ominous delight in his voice.
"Aren't you curious, my consort?" he hissed the last word as he jumped over the side of the staircase leading down. "I think having you around has been hindering me, young prince. You know, I have not been myself lately and I didn't realize this until today. In fact, I haven't been myself since you arrived." Draconis grabbed his chin up, pressing his nails into his cheeks, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "What is it about you? My guards, the servants, hell, even my wife has noticed and she's as dense as any of those cows you humans love to consume! You have made me go soft, giving you things and giving into you, but not today! You know what I did?" Draco exclaimed as he jerked Harold's legs away from his body and sat himself down hard on them, grinning wider at Harold's sharp hiss of pain.
"I killed everyone in that little kingdom you called home. I decided that it was time I finished the job I began when I acquired you. Thanks to you, your family is dead. How do you feel about that, prince?" Draconis cackled slightly when he felt the boys shaking get worse. "I did it because of you. You should have known better than to cross me." He leaned down to kiss Harold's cheek and when he pulled away Harold realized, dimly, that he was bleeding.
/...he couldn't have.../ he tried to tell himself. His father could be dead, just like that... Why would Draconis kill his father! His father had not even tried that hard to save him! His father practially let Draconis have him.
"I saved you father for last. In fact, his blood is still on my hands," he muttered into the side of his face; Draconis' other hand lifted up to caress his cheek and Harry could see that the vampire's pale hands was indeed tinted red. "And did you know you would have had a little sister or brother? A bastard. I caught your father in the bed of the one of your mother's maids. The woman was pregnant; I could tell that it was by your father. His smell was all over her and in her womb."
Harold felt the Draconis' wet tongue running up the side of his face as he clinched his jaw together trying not to cry. Was everyone gone! Dead, as their 'killer' implied? "Why! They meant nothing to you. They did nothing to you!" Harold ground out; he tried to force away Draconis, but the king reached around and grabbed a fistful of hair, twisting it between his long fingers.
Draconis laughed when the boy cried out. "Do not try that again, consort. You are mine to do with what I want!" He jerked his head forward, forcing his consort's lips to his. Swiftly he thrust his tongue into the others mouth, loving it when Harold still tried to escape. So it seemed this boy did have something he had cared about. Well, no longer... He bit down on Harold's tongue, when it tried to escape his, not enough the sever it, just enough to make it bleed for him. He grinned into his lips as he felt the other boy begin to respond even as he cried.
He pulled away slightly and Harold let his head fall forward. "If it makes you feel any better, you mother is still alive. I felt sorry for her, not even realizing what, or rather, who your father had been doing behind her back. However, do not think she'll help you. She disappeared rather quickly after I dragged her into the room where your father was carrying on his affair. I doubt that she cared too much that her husband was about to die when she saw his dick stuck in her maid. I waited to kill them just for her viewing pleasure. Your kingdom is now mine," he said as be reached his hands under Harold's shirt. Draconis moved his hand up the pale boy's chest. /Maybe I should have aloud him outside in the sun, just once.../ he thought as he removed his shirt. "Have you learned your lesson yet, young one," he sneered before he began kissing his ways up Harold's chest; the boy did nothing to stop him. "What, not talking to me now? Well... that easy enough to fix." He leaned back down, silver hair falling around his face, and licked at the skin around Harold's left nipple before biting down, causing Harold to flinch. He sucked at the skin, feeling to nub harden as blood flowed around it. After the ex-prince began to moan, although reluctantly, he lifted away giving the hardened nipple one last lick before returning to the boys mouth.
Harold tried to not respond to the destroyer, but did. He felt himself beginning to hate the vampire for the first time since he had been there...
Draconis grinned, as if he knew exactly what was going on in his mind. "You will always be mine, Consort." To prove his point he raked his fingers down the boys sides, causing Harold to scream and Draconis sunk the sharp nails in deeper. Ribbons of blood slowly trickled down his sides. "I can and will do worse than this to you if you ever question me again, my dear," he whispered in his ear, than drank the tears that were now streaming down Harold's face. "I may decide to retreive your mother and you don't want that do you?" He was pleased when the boy rapidly shook his head. "I didn't think you would, however, I'm not quite finished with you. After that, you are going to my room. I don't want you where I cannot quickly find you. Lavender will be thrilled to have her rooms back." Draconis said, as he ripped open to ties of Harold's pants and got off the other boys legs to completely remove them.
Harold immediately reached for them before he felt a stinging slap come down on his hand causing him to pull it back to his body.
"Never do that again, or I swear you'll regret it," Draconis hissed. "As I said, this isn't over," he said as he pulled the boy into his lap.
Harold watched helplessly as the king undid the ties to his pants, knowing what was about to happed. "I'm sorry!" he shouted when Draconis' strong hands lifted him up buy his waist. Harold tried to not scream when Draconis lowered him onto his member, impelling him without preparation. The pain was excruciating, but Draconis' hips continued to move, Draconis force his way deeper into boy, holding onto his hips to keep him moving in time with his rough jerks.
"As you can see, dear one, I clearly don't care at this moment how sorry you are. You will not learn unless I teach you a lesson," Draconis grunted, his breathe unsteady. Oddly enough, he found himself wanting to make the boy stop crying, but he continued to force Harold up and down, trying to gain pleasure for himself.
It had taken longer than usual for him to gain completion, but it eventually happened and he thrust up hard one more time; Harold screamed when Draconis did this, as he felt some of the skin around his rectum rip.
Draconis leaned back onto the wall behind him, trying to still his ragged breathing. He felt the boy fall forward limply onto him, but did not bother to push him off; the consort's warm skin felt good against the coolness of his own.
After a few more moments Draconis pulled the boy off of him, ignoring the bleeding that ran down his theighs as he tossed the boy over his shoulder. He left the clothes on the floor and carried Harold out of the dungeons. He did not care if anyone saw their unclothed bodies, it was his castle; besides, everyone knew to avoid him...
He kicked in the door and strided towards the bed. Draconis carelessly tossed Harold onto one side of the mattress and the boy curled up into tight ball, shivering; other than that, he didn't move. Draconis began to reach for blanket to pull it over Harold to stop the shanking that consumed his body but then stopped. Instead, he lifted to covers and got in himself, for once feeling to need to sleep.
hr (Present)
Abruptly, Harry felt himself returning to the waking world; his body was covered in a cold sweat. Harry jerked up into a sitting position and when he hesitantly looked down and saw grey eyes looking right back into his.
Draco's face was tense and he opened his mouth to say something, but Harry shook his head and removed himself from Draco's lap.
Draco started to reach out a hand to bring Harry back, but then stopped when Harry continued to stare at him. For the first time, his mate looked scared of him. Draco could tell by the haunted look in his green eyes. /He must have seen it.../
/Harry... I-/ he tried again. But Harry moved further away from him; his whole body was shaking and Draco wanted to pull him close, but Harry would just have moved further away.
"I understand, Draco. I really do. But... just give me time." Harry said in a low unsteady voice, before turning and running up the stairs.
"Damnit! GODDAMMIT!" Draco screamed aloud, not caring who heard him, and buried his face in his hand, pulling the hair around his temples as hard as he could.
hr AN: I'm a bit teary eyed...