Disclaimer: I do not own anything. All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling.
Warnings: Language, hints of rape and torture, character death.
Chapter Two: In Darkness, Death
Harry moaned softly, opening his eyes only to find that he couldn't see anything because of the darkness. Trying to figure out what was going on exactly, Harry tried remembering everything that had happened the day before. He remembered talking to Ron via floo, taking a shower and getting dressed, heading down to his kitchen for some breakfast, someone knocking on the door. . .THE DOOR!!! Harry thought. Now he remembered. The stranger at the door, asking if they could use his fireplace, the struggle, then waking up here.
Oh, fucking great. My life couldn't get any better than this. I've been bloody fucking kidnapped. Damn it!! It's probably some damned Death Eater bent on revenge. Figures.
Harry shook his arms and legs to see if they could move. He was quite relieved when they did, though Harry didn't like the fact that he was shackled to a wall, which he learned when he heard the chains beating against the bricks. Harry wasn't sure how long it had been, for all he knew he could have been down there for days. He tried using his wand less magic but found that there had been a barrier put around where ever the hell he was that prevented anyone from using magic. Harry cursed silently. Well, there goes what is seemingly my only way out. Damn.
Suddenly, a door banged open letting a bright light shine in. Harry closed his eyes against the sudden brightness.
"Ah, good! I see we are awake, Mr. Potter." Drawled a voice from the doorway. Harry knew that voice, but he thought the owner of that voice had died in the Final Battle. A tall figure dressed in black robes entered the room the rest of the way. "What Potter, no warm heartfelt greeting for an old friend?"
"Piss off, you're no friend to me." Harry replied, finally opening his eyes to give the other man his coldest death glare.
"My my Potter! If looks could kill!" The other man replied, walking over to Harry. He stopped just inches in front of him and Harry realized that he was completely naked.
"Get the hell away from me, Malfoy!" Harry spat, the close proximity and his nudeness bringing back unwanted memories from his childhood, particularly after his sixth year at Hogwarts.
"Now why would I want to do that?" Lucius Malfoy asked, letting his hand wander over Harry's bare chest and abdomen. Harry shuddered in disgust, trying desperately to get away from the others' hands. Unfortunately, the chains prevented him from doing this.
"Don't worry Potter. I won't touch you. I've promised Severus that you would be his after I've finished torturing you. I hadn't thought that Severus would want you, after all he's hated you since you were born. But he asked me if he could have some fun with you when I finished my plans." Malfoy sneered, smiling maliciously.
"I can't believe that you would actually want your precious lover Severus to touch another man. That surprises me." Harry said, refusing to be scared which he knew was Malfoy's intention. Malfoy glared at him, looking like he wanted nothing more than to kill him right then and there.
"Oh, what's not to say that I won't be joining in on the fun? For all you know, I'll be joining him when I feel that he is having too much fun without me." Malfoy replied in a cold and sneering tone, not realizing that he had just admitted to sleeping with a man. Harry snickered at him, knowing that Malfoy had spent several months denying rumors that he was secretly gay.
"And what, may I ask, do you find so amusing?"
"Oh, nothing. Well, unless you count the fact that you just admitted to being gay when you had spent so long denying the rumors." Harry replied, smirking at the look of horror on Malfoy's face.
"Shut the fuck up, you insolent brat!" Malfoy spat. He then punched Harry in the stomach, knocking the air out of Harry's lungs leaving him gasping for breath. Malfoy smiled in satisfaction as he watched Harry struggle for air.
Just then, another figure appeared in the doorway. Harry looked up to see his hated ex-potions professor sneering down at him. Suddenly, one of Harry's many unwanted memories hit him.
Dumbledore begging Snape for help. Snape's look of utter hate. Green light, frozen in fear, watching Dumbledore's body falling. Snape's shouts to run.
The memory ended, much to Harry's relief. Harry realized that Snape had preformed Ligillimency on him. He sneered up at Snape in satisfaction at the shocked look on his face.
"What's the matter, dear Severus? Didn't you know that I was up on that tower too. I thought you of all people would have realized that Dumbledore wasn't alone, seeing as there was two brooms in the tower. One would think that you would have deduced that it was me underneath my invisibility cloak. And here I thought you were actually smart! Ha! Looks like I was wrong." Harry sneered, though it wasn't as affecting as Harry wanted it to be. But the look on Snape's face was well worth any pain he would endure for it.
"You will pay for your insolence, just as your parents did!" Snape spat out, enraged at his own stupidity. He couldn't believe that he didn't notice the second broom on the tower that night.
"You BASTARD!! HOW DARE YOU TALK OF THEM!! WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO SPEAK OF PEOPLE WHO WERE AND ALWAYS WILL BE BETTER THAN YOU!!!!?" Harry screamed. Snape struck a very strong and raw nerve mentioning Harry's parents. Most Death Eaters who had the unfortunate fate to fight Harry in the Second War and brought up his parents learned that the hard way.
Snape stared in utter disbelief. Harry's magic had gone out of control with his outburst of anger. Snape didn't think that Harry was that strong, but things were exploding and other such things due to Harry and there was a barrier up that prevented the use of magic. This made Snape a little nervous.
"Severus, are you quite done provoking our prisoner?" Lucius asked, looking at Harry with guarded eyes, though one could tell that Harry's power scared him.
"For now, Lucius. Have you had your fun yet?" Snape asked, composing himself so as not to worry Lucius. He WOULD have what he wanted, and that was Harry. Dead.
"Not yet, I was actually just getting ready to start. Would you care to join me?"
"Not at the moment, maybe later though." Snape replied. Lucius merely nodded and turned back to Harry, though when he saw Harry the phrase 'If looks could kill, we'd most definitely be dead" ranthrough his head. He was quite sure that Harry was attempting to use wand less magic to cast the killing curse on them both. Lucky for them, the barrier prevented that.
Harry wasn't about to let Snape get away with that. Though he thought it better that he wait to deal out revenge. Harry knew that revenge was not something one should do, but he was most definitely going to do it. If not for the sake of his parents, then for the sake of Dumbledore and anyone else who had been killed by the greasy Death Eater. Harry promptly strengthened his Occlumency, not willing to let Snape attack him mentally again.
Though Harry needed not worry about that, for Snape left the room. Harry figured that Snape was preparing for his turn. With this thought Harry shuddered. Harry didn't want to know what Snape had in store for him, though the way Lucius had been speaking Harry had a very good idea of what it was.
"Hmm. . .where to begin. Ah, how about Crucio?" Lucius' voice brought Harry out of his disturbing thoughts.
"What, too stupid to deal something out that I have already endured from your pathetic selves and Voldy boy?" Harry sneered, knowing full well that it would get him no where. Of course, casting Crucio on him would be pointless for Lucius Malfoy seeing as Harry learned from the war to ignore pain. Lucius smiled maliciously.
"My Potter, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were afraid of a harmless little Crucio. Well, not particularly harmless. Well, maybe to you it is, anyways. But I can always find something much worse for you, if you'd like." Lucius replied, unable to hide the murderous, slightly insane, gleam in his eyes.
"Go ahead. Do your worst, Malfoy. It's not like it's going to matter. Unless, of course, you actually intend on letting me live. Which, in all honesty, seems highly unlikely and very stupid. Which makes it something that you would do." Harry said, not trying to hide the contempt and hatred in his voice. If dear old Lucius thinks that I'm going to cry and beg for mercy, he is horribly mistaken. Though I should probably lay off the remarks, nah. I refuse to let him scare me or whatever it is he is trying to do. Harry thought to himself as he looked with satisfaction at the enraged expression that was on Malfoy's face.
After a few moments, Lucius finally managed to gain his composure back.
"So, Potter, I see we've learned how to insult. I am going to assume my worthless, traitorous son taught you how to insult someone like that?" Malfoy asked, hatred etched in his face at the mention of his son, Draco Malfoy.
"Yep, he's the one who taught me." Harry replied nonchalantly, though in reality he was frozen inside. Ever since that day, the day that Draco had comforted him, they day that they had confessed that they didn't hate each other, Harry hadn't been able to shake the silver eyed wizard from his mind. He would dream about him, just about every night. Whether it be memories from the war, or secret fantasies that Harry hid from even himself, Harry thought of Draco every day. Though Harry would never admit it, Harry avoided relationships because he harbored feelings for Draco, secretly hoping that Draco felt the same.
"Well then, I'm going to have to punish dear Draco for that, aren't I?" Lucius asked maliciously, knowing that Draco had longed to befriend Harry since childhood.
Again, Harry replied sounding as if he didn't care though in reality his mind was screaming for him to find some way to warn Draco of the danger he was now possibly in. Hoping to deter Lucius from talking about Draco, knowing that he wouldn't be able to pretend he didn't care what happened to Draco after long, Harry said:
"Are you going to start, or are you going to keep talking about your gay traitorous son?"
Knowing that he was taking a chance with this approach, Harry was grateful when it worked. Lucius' face became even uglier than before with unadulterated rage and hatred. He punched Harry so hard in the stomach that Harry could hear his own ribs crack from the force. Harry knew from that one punch that, for how ever long he was kept alive, his life from now on was going to be a living hell.
Several hours later, Severus Snape strode into the room in which Harry was chained to the wall. He saw the state Harry was in and smiled maliciously. Sharing brief words with Lucius and then promptly shutting the door when he left, Severus turned to Harry.
Harry watched in disgusted horror as Snape stalked closer to him, all the while discarding his clothing. Harry tried to kick out, to hit any part of Snape he could, but the other man stopped just beyond Harry's range of fire. Which wasn't very far considering the fact that Harry was chained to a wall. In a desperate attempt to stop Snape from what he was obviously about to do, Harry croaked:
"I see you've finally gotten over the fact that the only person that would ever have you willingly is Lucius Malfoy and have taken to using prisoners when you become bored with him."
"That, Potter," Snape whispered, trailing his hand down Harry's side. "Is where you are wrong." He then grabbed Harry's head and slammed it against the wall. White lights exploded behind Harry's eyes while pain shot through his head. Harry was grateful for the darkness that claimed him. Especially when he woke up several hours later, bruised, bleeding, and sore.
Harry knew what happened. He knew what happened and he wanted to cry, he wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. And just like the holidays before his seventh year at Hogwarts, his seventh year at Hogwarts, the day the seventh years learned their theme songs, and the days during and after the war, Harry wanted to die. He wanted to die, never see the light of day again. Harry was grateful that neither Malfoy or Snape was in the room, but Harry knew he wasn't alone. He could hear someone breathing and, as much as he tried to stop the feeling, it terrified him.
He tried calling out, hoping that he might learn who it was, but realized that he was unable to. Snape had obviously done something to prevent him from making any sound, though Harry wasn't sure how since there was a barrier that prevented the use of magic. He tried repeatedly to get the other person's attention, but failed. Harry could only guess that the other person was a prisoner too, probably knocked out or something of the sort.
After several hours, the door opened once more to reveal Lucius Malfoy. He walked into the room and went over to the other person. He then walked to the center and said:
"I see we are both awake. How was your rest?"
Harry only glared at him, all the while wondering who else was in here with him. His question was soon answered when Malfoy lit some candles and the light cast from them landed on brilliant red hair. Harry looked on in horror as Lucius Malfoy then lit a lantern and proceeded to move closer to the other occupant of the room. The rather battered form of Ron Weasley was revealed by the yellow light.
"I see you've recognized your guest, Harry. He's been anxious to see you," Lucius whispered, all the while smiling maliciously. "And now that you've seen each other, I think it best to end the poor man's suffering. As you can see, he put up quite a fight when we brought him here."
And with that, Lucius pulled out a rusty silver dagger with the Malfoy crest on it. Harry tried desperately to stop Malfoy's advance on his best friend, but the barrier and chains prevented him from doing anything. As Lucius Malfoy brought the dagger down on Ron's chest, Harry's emerald eyes met with Ron's blue ones. Silently, Harry screamed in horror as blood poured from Ron's chest. Ron's eyes held no blame, no, they held simple understanding that Harry couldn't stop what was happening. They held acceptance. He smiled at Harry, letting Harry know that he didn't blame him for what was happening.
Tears fell from Harry's eyes as he watched his best friend bleed to death right in front of him. Merciless laughter filled the room as Ron's body went completely limp. Lucius left the room then, left Harry alone with the lifeless body of Harry's best friend. Left Harry alone with guilt and sorrow. Harry now knew that Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape would never let him win.
Silently, Harry mouthed the words "I'm so sorry, Ron. Please forgive me, this is my fault. I am so sorry." repeatedly. And as the last candle finally died several hours latter, so did Harry's hope of surviving this.
Author's note: Here's chapter two, sorry about the delay in posting it. I'm hoping to get chapter four up sometime this week. Thank you for reviewing! I really appreciate it! Please reveiw! Thank you!