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Summary: Madness is not a state of mind. Madness is a place. What happens when Harry stumbles into it and gets trapped there? A Harry Potter version of Alice in Wonderland but a thousand shades darker.
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When Harry had calmed down to a certain degree, he spoke,
"Bella, last night you promised to show me the blood cellars. Can we see them now?"
Bella combed her fingers through her hair and looked concerned,
"Don't you think you should sit down for a bit?"
Harry shook his head. He didn't want to sit still because he was certain that sleep would catch up with him,
"Please, Bella. I'm fine. Can we go now…please?"
Bella smiled softly and ruffled his hair,
"You know I hate it when you plead."
Harry laughed softly and she pressed a kiss to his forehead,
"Shall we get going then?"
Harry nodded and she led him through countless corridors and passageways. The more distance he put between himself and the cavern, the better he felt. The pain in his arms and legs had reduced to a dull throb now and Harry realized that the bruises on his arms had faded back to purple. They were back in the west wing and came to a halt outside a fairly dark passageway. Bella held his hand tightly and spoke,
"No matter what happens, don't let go of my hand."
Harry smiled and spoke,
"I won't."
Bella kissed his neck and Harry spoke,
"I do remember my end of the deal."
She looked up and met his gaze looking slightly offended,
"If you think I'll drink from you in your current condition then you must be out of your mind."
Laughter bubbled out of Harry's mouth at that remark,
"I told you I have lost my mind and there's nothing wrong with my condition."
Bella eyed him from head to toe and spoke sarcastically,
"Right. You're in absolutely perfect shape."
Harry huffed indignantly and smoothed his hair,
"Yes, I am."
Bella laughed softly and kissed Harry's forehead,
"Okay, I'll decide whether I'm going to drink from you or not at the end of your visit. Does that sound fair enough?"
Harry nodded,
"Yeah, it sounds fair."
She wrapped an arm around his waist,
"If it gets to be too much for you just tell me."
Harry nodded and Bella led him down the steps. Harry didn't know what he had been expecting but it hadn't been this. The only light in the basement came from a torch. The prison cell was more of a holding pen, containment with no protection from the elements. The walls were metal rods laid in a criss cross pattern. The inmates were crammed in so tight they were constantly touching one another. There was no way everyone here could sleep at the same time or even sit for long unless they are so weak that they couldn't. Even then they were likely to be stepped on. The stench was something he hadn't expected but should have; it was excrement, urine, sweat and vomit. The prisoners were all hacking and wheezing, most were gaunt. He reckoned he could tell how long a person had been there by the amount of flesh they had left.
Just then a vampire emerged from a doorway at the far end of the basement. He bowed his head reverently at the sight of Bella and the proceeded to unlock the iron gate. A few moment later he had locked the gate and was dragging a pale, gaunt man by his matted hair back from where he had came. Harry couldn't help but ask,
"Are they fed?"
Bella snorted,
"We do feed them. When food comes the strongest ones eat every bite. There are no thoughts of sharing. They are just mindless living corpses now."
Harry stepped closer to the bars and looked through. His nose had grown accustomed to the horrible stench but somehow the sight of these people reminded him of the corpses he had seen in the cavern,
"They're so silent."
Bella stepped next to him and pulled him close,
"Crying or wailing is the quickest way to die. Besides they don't even have the strength."
Harry frowned and then spoke,
"What happens when you drain them dry?"
He waved his hand in front of the nearest inmate, who was all skin and bones. His eyes were glossed over and it seemed he didn't even see Harry standing in front of him,
"The Dark Lord takes away the corpses."
Harry wondered where Voldemort was. He stepped back from the cell and Bella led him to the room where the vampire had disappeared into.
He'd been walked into an enormous room. The floor was covered. with gleaming white ceramic tiles. A tall central fireplace, with no fire in it, surrounded by low, white leather settees on which sat a number of men and women. Some of them had their fangs buried in some unfortunate inmates while the rest chatted pleasantly as if they were present in a social gathering. Harry spotted the vampire he had just seen drag one of the inmates, sprawled on the floor, next to the fireplace with the pale inmate in his lap. The inmate was barely breathing, he was so still. Harry remembered all the times Bella had fed from him and he recalled writhing at some point on all those occasions. She led him to a vacant settee and sat him down,
"He looks dead."
Bella followed his line of sight and turned his head away so that he was facing her instead,
"Does it bother you?"
Harry shook his head. Frankly, it didn't. It should have made him feel squeamish. It should have made him feel weird but he felt unbothered. The scent of blood was heavy in the air but it didn't nauseate him because this was nothing compared to the blood and gore he had witnessed last night in his dream or whatever the hell it had been,
"Would you like to leave?"
Harry shook his head,
"I'm fine, Bella."
He was garnering curious, lustful and greedy gazes from the other vampires and they made his skin prick as if a thousand needles were embedded in it. Bella noticed it and growled loudly,
"NO ONE TOUCHES HIM!"
Bella brushed her lips against his neck and Harry asked,
"So, about our deal?"
Bella sighed softly,
"You're so difficult to distract."
Harry smiled charmingly and winked,
"What can I say? I've got a one-track mind."
Bella caressed his cheek,
"I like it when you smile."
Voldemort watched from the shadows. His gaze fixated on the light in Harry's emerald green eyes. At that moment, he couldn't agree more with Bella.
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