Sanguinolentus- Blood stained
VII-
Harry stood from his sleep, hands shaking. He'd had a terrible dream...
He walked forward, wrapping his robe tightly around him and reaching for the small silver bell to summon food. That's when he heard it. Footsteps. They echoed down the stairway and he heard something close to "Master-" His blood ran cold. He rushed into the corner of the room, bowing his head and pretending to sleep.
"But- master-" The cowardly voice rang out, pleading. "Do you think he's ready-?" He heard a sharp crack resound and couldn't help but smile, despite his growing fear. Pettigrew had just been slapped clean in the face. He heard Pettigrew whimper and footsteps running in the opposite direction. It was just him and Voldemort.
A chill ran through the air and he hesitated. What if he attacked him? What would happen to him? To Malfoy? What if he failed? He didn't even have his wand with him any more. If he... how? For now he would have to wait. The sound of a key in the lock-
A metal click.
The door swung open.
"My pet..." The only thing Harry could see was a snake glide across the floor and entwine itself around the bedpost, curling its way up. It hadn't noticed him... and neither had Voldemort. "I see you're still in pain." His voice dripped like oil, thick and black. "But don't worry... tonight we'll end that." He couldn't see what Voldemort was doing, but heard Draco gasp.
Up on the bed, Draco was just awakening. His eyes fluttered and he cried out softly as he felt a freezing hand glide across his inner thigh. He twisted away but felt a firm grip on his face, pulling it up to meet thin lips and steely eyes.
"I think now is as good a time as ever." Voldemort hissed into his face. "What do you say?" Draco only stared back in shocked silence, his own doom dancing across his eyes.
The icy hand glided up and Draco gasped loudly, throwing back his head.
"Stop!"
The room seemed to pause, the hunched figure leaning over Draco stiffening. Finally it melted and Harry realized what he had done, his chest tightening.
"Ssssso... this is your caretaker." He said, showing his teeth. He doesn't recognize me. Harry kept his head bent low, ignoring the searing pain that ran the length of his scar. "You've been taking good care of my pet. But I think your term is done."
"W-wait-" Draco whispered. Harry's stomach felt sick, his heart stopping in his chest. "Don't... do anything to him- I mean... we can use him... for the-" Draco looked down, his face reddening and a sick look crossing his face. Voldemort's eyes however, lit up with delight.
"Clever... yessss... that's why I chose you. But you'd better tell him to hold his tongue." Harry could feel the voice fill with a threat unknown to him but Draco got the message. He nodded and Voldemort laughed. "Then let's continue."
"I- Ron..." Hermione's eyes widened and she sat staring at Ron, lips parted slightly. "I... you're not going to die Ron. I'm not either." Ron simply nodded, looking at the floor, a melancholy expression wrought on his face. "But... oh alright." Hermione smiled through her crimson blush, lowering her head but meeting his eyes. "I really like you Ron. I..." Her voice was barely audible, head bent. "Love you too."
Ron felt his heart skip a beat and he broke into a smile. He bent, grabbing Hermione's hands and meeting her lips with his own.
Voldemort threw Draco onto his back, who cried out in pain. The scream was ear-shattering. Harry clenched his fists, body shaking.
The dark lord leaned over the frail boy, grabbing the sheets around him and lowering himself. Draco's eyes tightened, body frozen. He was too scared to look, too frightened not to. The future of the world lay on his shoulders. Yet there were no decisions to be made. It was over.
Over over over... the river has dried up. The world has stopped. Armageddon has descended and he started it all.
He shrieked, tears falling down his cheeks rapidly as fire burst, pressure building. He already felt the hot blood running down his legs as the dark figure penetrated him...
Over over over...
He screamed, tossing his head from side to side, too weak to resist, but with a resolve too strong not to. Yet there was nothing he could do. Nothing to be done.
It was over.
And Harry Potter watched it all.
Voldemort pulled away, blood covering the bed sheets. Draco immediately curled into a ball, pulling himself to the corner of the bed. He rocked back and forth in his tight little ball, sniveling and rocking... over over over...
Voldemort left. The blood stains remained. Draco's hands were covered in blood, ragged nails clenching into soft flesh, knuckles split from tightening. Legs trembling and bruised. Eyes frozen in horror.
And Harry Potter watched it all.
He fell to his knees, shoulders shaking.
"I- I'm sorry-" He choked out. But it hadn't been enough. None of it had been enough.
Over over over...
