I think the last time I updated this was august! :O OMG!
lol
But yeah, I was listening to Pierrot the Clown by Placebo and was inspired to write this, so I've added some lyrics in from it. You should defo go check the song out, it's beautiful ^_^
Haha, well I hope you enjoy this... more angst and more evilness :)
Thank you!
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Leave me bleeding on the bed, see you right back here tomorrow, for the next round. Keep this scene inside your head as the bruises turn to yellow and the swelling goes down...
Harry watched hopelessly as Snape gave the now golden coloured Polyjuice Potion to one of the Death Eaters; Harry didn't know his name.
The Death Eater smirked at him and chugged the potion down in one.
"You taste delicious, Potter," he whispered, and Harry felt Lucius' arm round him tighten possessively.
"Just get on with it," Lucius said as the man started changing into Harry's form.
Harry looked up at Lucius, his eyes begging the man to have some remorse, but Lucius only smiled at him.
"I don't see what you're so scared about; you're guaranteed to be safe, Harry," Lucius murmured, stroking Harry's hair off his forehead. "No one's going to harm you in there."
Harry didn't point out that Lucius had missed the reason completely why Harry was scared to go in there; it wasn't for his own safety he was worried about, but his friends – Hermione especially.
Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek as he watched the Death Eater disguised as him ran up the path to the Hogwarts gates dressed in rags.
"No crying, Harry," Lucius muttered before kissing Harry's lips. But kissing wasn't the word; it never was. Lucius claimed Harry's battered, bruised lips, he possessed them...
Harry hated the way their lips moulded together so perfectly; it wasn't right, but when Lucius showed him his compassionate and tender side, Harry didn't mind the kisses. It was only when Lucius treated him like a piece of insignificant dust on his cuff that Harry found it hard to cope – Lucius made it so Harry needed him...
"I must say, I expected more of a struggle from you," Lucius said after pulling away from Harry's marked lips.
Harry's eyes flickered nervously; he had to keep his nerve if he wanted to make an escape.
Suddenly a piercing scream was issued from the gates of Hogwarts and Harry flinched – the first death of the night. Green sparks burst into the sky.
"That is our signal, friends!" Lucius called out, earning cheers from the Death Eaters. "Let us move!"
Lucius' fingers were pressed tightly into Harry's hip but Harry found he didn't care; the man was the only source of heat he was getting. He was shivering so badly that it was almost wearing him out.
"Come now, Harry; it can't be that cold, can it?" Lucius purred in Harry's ear.
"N-n-no, s-sorry," Harry said through chattering teeth.
"I suppose I could give you something to wear; you've behaved very well tonight."
Harry looked up at Lucius and tried to look respectful and appreciative.
"Th-thank you, sir!" he said hoarsely.
Lucius waved his wand and Harry found himself in tattered shorts. Harry knew they wouldn't keep him warm but Lucius must have guessed that Harry would appreciate decency more.
"Thank you so much," Harry croaked, bowing his head.
"I expect you to keep up this behaviour, now, Harry," Lucius said running his fingers through Harry's raven locks. His hand then fisted in Harry's hair and he pulled Harry's head up to look at him. "We're going to show your friends the new you."
Harry was starting to feel guilty about his plot for escape... However he mentally slapped himself and realised that if he wanted to get away from this man he would need to think straight, not let Lucius corrupt his mind with small, kind gestures.
As Hogwarts started to come into view, Harry saw a slumped figure on the ground near the gates and, as they got closer, Harry felt a lump in his throat.
Little Professor Flitwick was lying on the damp earth, his milky blue eyes staring up at the starless, cloudy sky.
"Oh dear, someone clean this mess up," Lucius said as he made no effort to avoid treading on Filius Flitwick's little hand.
"Do you remember him, Harry?" Lucius asked as Harry was looking behind at the fallen teacher.
"Y-yes..."
"He taught... Transfiguration, am I correct?" Lucius asked, knowing full well he was incorrect.
"Ch-charms... he taught me charms," Harry said thickly, recalling the time he had learnt how to perform the Wingardium Leviosa spell in his first year.
"Shame," Lucius said, but his voice stated clearly that he felt no remorse.
Harry stated trembling as he saw the entrance door appearing.
"Stop," Lucius ordered his men. He then cast a spell on his voice so that it resonated round the whole school.
"Hogwarts, this is your new Lord talking; your school is surrounded with my men; I suggest you get together in the Great Hall so as to welcome back an old friend."
Harry cringed at the words and hoped to God that the school would stand strong.
When I dream, I dream of your lips.
When I dream, I dream of your kiss.
When I dream, I dream of your fists... your fists...
I hope you liked this lil chapter!
I don't know when I'm updating next... sorry .
Thanks for reading!
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