Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me ... if it did I'd be rich.
AN: I was in a fairly dark mood when I wrote this.
More prayers and good wishes are needed for my baby niece Anna. She's just not having an easy life. Her heart is fixed and she was getting better. Growing fast and now there's something wrong with her stomach or her digestion - the doctors aren't sure yet, more tests are needed. She's eating but it's just not going anywhere. They had to pump her stomach today. She's starting to lose the weight she managed to gain.
The doors glided open with nary a sound as Harry walked regally in, head held high. He glided the length of the hall, past staring faces, some turned away in disgust while others stared in challenge. Harry paid them no mind however. His only focus was the man seated at the front.
He paced the length of the hall, stride even and unhurried. Once at the base of the ornate throne Harry let his knees give out as he fell into a graceful kneel.
A long-fingered hand reached out and caressed his cheek before continuing on its path down his neck and shoulder until it reached his wrist. The hand curled tightly around the thin wrist, bones rubbing together but again, Harry paid no mind. The sleeve of his robe was pushed up and his arm was twisted around to show a smooth unblemished forearm.
For the first time that night eyes the color of blood clashed with emerald, eye never leaving as a dark wand touched skin, burning flesh. Harry clenched him teeth, uttering no sound until finally it was over.
Emerald eyes, bright with the pain that still trilled through him, dropped to the floor as Harry bowed him head.
"My Lord."
Fin