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I couldn't believe what I was seeing; lying on my bed was Harry Potter, a boy of legend. Why was he here of all places, he should be at home safe and not here being hurt not here in Russia, locked in cell with the Draco Malfoy, the storied I had heard has the two boys as schoolyard rivals, but with the way that Malfoy was stroking Potters face would have suggested something else .
An overwhelming fear and panic over took me as I sat on the floor staring at the unconscious boy who lived. Malfoy didn't look like we was going to stop stocking Potter's check anytime soon, I took in a deep painful breathe and let it out slowly, I have no words to place with what I was seeing so we both just continued to sit in silence.
"Mr Malfoy, are you truly ok?" I asked sometime later, knowing the most likely answer but still needing him to tell me. Malfoy opened his mouth as if to reply but seemed lost for words, a blank expression replaced the one of fear and wariness, I wasn't sure he would answer me now.
Malfoy was stubborn, but at a time like this, after what had happened to him I can understand why he wouldn't want to answer me, he was probably unsure of what he should say, after all he doesn't even know me.
I stood slowly, trying not to agitate the long gashed on my chest and abdomen. I scrunched up my nose and hissed in pain as what felt like harsh electric currents ran down my back. I slowly approached the bed, kneeling down facing Malfoy, and placed my hand on his thigh avoiding where the skin was cut open as best I could. Malfoy flinched and batted my hands away.
"What are you doing?" he asked in a surprised tone.
"Your hurt" I merely replied, inspecting his wounds that ran from his chest down to his abdomen.
"Your naked" he informed me in a harsh whisper.
"So are you" I told him.
My body ached all over and protested movement, but I managed to make myself stand once more and I made my way over to the small cracked chest of draws along the opposite wall. I retrieved some shorts, as that was all that was in the draws, handing them to Malfoy who looked positively discussed at the prospect of them being the only thing I had for him to wear. Taking another pair of shorts for myself and one to use to try and clean the blood, I got the shorts wet it in the dirty sink that was hidden in the shadows of my room in the very back. Returning to my place in front of Malfoy, I began to lightly dab the wet cloth over his wounds, the blond hissed in pain.
"Stop pl… please" he begged in pain, I stopped movement.
"I don't want to hurt you Mr Malfoy I swear. I'm here as a prisoner just like you" I told him trying to sooth his worried.
Slowly began to wash the dried blood of his body once more, Malfoy trying with all his might to suppress a scream of agony
"You're not as badly hurt" I noted as I cleaned his chest.
"Potter… he pissed the guy off, I was smart, and I stayed quiet… Potter's an idiot" Malfoy replied and I had to somewhat agree. With how hurt Malfoy was to Harry Potter, it was clear Potter had angered Micah in some way.
"If you're a wizard, why haven't you escaped?" Draco asked harshly,
"Believe me I have tried Mr Malfoy, it's not as easy as you think, and I don't have a wand anymore, I don't even know what they did with it, for all I know it has been snapped and thrown away, if I'm lucky at all they throw it out the window and it is perfectly fine." I explained remembering very clearly the night here; having all my belongings placed in a box and taken away.
"One of the other kids told me once that all our stuff is kept so that when they kill us they can bury us with all the stuff we had on us when we went missing. I'm not sure how true it is but I kind of hope it's true, when I get out of here I don't want to leave my wand."
"I kind of hope it's true as well." Malfoy said he had finished wiping himself down with the cloth, I took it from him and washed it as best I could, returning to the bed to wipe Harry down.
Consciousness eluded me for what felt like hours. From what I could feel, they had taken my glasses as well as everything else I had on me. My body ached and I was reluctant to move, it felt like I had been run over by a tank several times, it was worse than the last beating from the Dursley's that I was still recovering from on top of all the new wounds. After a while, feeling in my legs and arms come back, though I still felt like I was being stabbed with spikes.
At first, I laid lifelessly wherever I was. However, as time grew on, I began to wiggle around, feeling for the first time hands on my body caressing with a gentle touch, I tried to get a grip, the hands didn't feel threatening, and the cool material they were rubbing me with felt somewhat calming and soft.
To the side of me somewhere very close I could hear two voices. One I strangely recognised as Draco Malfoy but the other I did not recognize. They were discussing from what I could gather an escape plan, 'well then, Malfoy's head was on right'. As I tried to get up I moaning in pain, a small hand rested on my chest pushing me gently back down, and a sweet soothing voice that I didn't recognize telling me I shouldn't move. I struggled to open my eyes, when I eventually succeeded the first blurry thing I saw was Malfoy's hand dabbing my forehead with a damp cloth.
I batted his hand away and tried to sit up again.
"Please Mr Potter your badly hurt." the voice of the un-known person rose in slight panic. I continued however to pull myself up right.
"Potter lay down now" Malfoy ordered and I wasn't going to take orders from a Malfoy, I wrinkled my nose up at his blurry face, ignoring him all the while.
"Where are we?" I asked in a rough voice, I had tried not to give the bastard the satisfaction of my screams but the torturer was skilled and I couldn't help but scream my lungs out because of the new level of pain he caused, my throat being sore and hoarse now was the result.
"Somewhere in Russia, I don't know the exact location but were near a harbour of some sort." the small shaggy haired, brunet kneeling on the floor replied.
"What's the plan to get out of here?" I asked wanting to know what they had come up with.
"Well nothing as yet, Morvay here was just telling me about his last attempt." Draco choked out; he was still hurt as well, meaning I couldn't have been out for that long then.
"I have so many questions, but first, Malfoy why the hell were you following me?" I questioned, Malfoy was looking at me in what I could only describe as fear. However, I wanted answers.
"I…I was going to ask for your help, we were in the Muggle world and I knew nothing, I want to stop all the petty fighting and start over." I could sense the honestly in Malfoy's tone; I wasn't going to trust him in any way though.
"You're telling the truth?" I asked.
"Yes Potter Merlin! I ran away, I don't want to be a death eater, I don't want to follow the monster and become like my Father." That I could except, knowing Lucius Malfoy he probably mad Malfoy Jr torture someone and Malfoy was too much of a wuss to hurt anyone in that way endless he was threatened with torture himself.
"We better come up with a plan than" I said before I turned to the other boy in the room.
"I wish we were meeting under different circumstances, I'm Harry Potter," I said extending my hand.
"I'm Evander Morvay" he said shyly, shaking my hand gently hand. Cheekily I turned to Malfoy.
"See not so hard is it Malfoy" I said, briefly succeeding in blocking out the pain.
A/N: There you go. I hope you like.
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This is a bit of a story starter the next two chapters are going to be the same before we really get into it.
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Until next time
Updated and edited 30/11/13
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