Bright light pierced through Harry's sleep. He opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the surroundings. "Tut, tut, tut! What do we have here?" A firm hand gripped Harry's chin, jerking Harry's head up towards the harsh light. "You really have let yourself go, haven't you? Do you really think that Draco likes you? He is a Death Eater after all; and chosen by the Dark Lord himself!" Harry forced his eyes to focus on the tyrant who had sneered about his love. "How dare you talk about my Draco! Just because you missed the part where I destroyed Voldemort does not give you the right to tie my boyfriend to his past! And if you don't think he likes me then you'll have a nasty surprise when him comes to save me!" Harry struggled to wriggle away from the iron grip on his jaw. His kidnapper was adamant on keeping Harry's focus on him but it wasn't working very well; Harry's thoughts were wondering the empty halls of his mind, hoping to catch a glimpse at an escape plan. There's got to be someway to get out of here, Harry thought as he checked the surroundings from the corner of his eye, if only I knew where we were. Just then, as if on cue, Harry's mind began to take in the room and soon he came to a conclusion as to where they were. "This is my house... How did you know where it is?" Harry could hear the fear in his own voice, "What is wrong with you!?" He continued, still unsure as to what was going on. A menacing smile formed on the face of the other boy. He seemed to be amused by the sheer confusion that Harry tried so little to hide. "How did I know? The same way that I found out where Draco and is bastard Mother were living; there are a few members of the Order that are disloyal to you, Potter, it wasn't too hard to collect crucial information. As for your last question, there is nothing wrong with me! All I want is my rightful revenge on you, Potter!" The boy's rage had exploded in what Harry guessed was only seconds. Harry was baffled as to why someone like this boy would want revenge on Harry. "Why do you want revenge on me? What did I ever do to you? I tried to save you, I never wanted to harm you!" Harry pleaded, but it only made matters worse. Harry saw the boy's hand move towards his belt where his want was safely tucked away. The boy's eyes flared with hatred as lost memories were found once again, Harry could seen each emotion dance beyond the reach of envy that glazed the boy's vision. "YOU STOLE MY DRACO! And now he hates me," the boy's voice fluctuated in pitch, from a bellow to a raised voice as if he was battling with an unsettled crowed, "I protected him and all you did was blind him! I loved him and you took him away from me! That's all you ever do, Harry..." His voice simmered to a whimper plagued with emotion, "you take the one that someone holds dear and you make them your own. All I ever did was love him, and now he's gone. But you're going to pay for what you've done to him and there's no one to hear you scream!"
Harry stared at the boy, it was the only thing that he could do. The flood of emotions in the boy's voice had caused Harry to bolder through all the walls he had built around his heart. He felt the guilty smoke of a fire rising: thick, dark and merciless. Words swarmed through the gloom, slowly forming useful sentences. "I never knew that you– why didn't you tell Draco how you felt about him? I'm sure he would have understood. Please, I didn't mean for you to get hurt– I never even thought that you would go for a guy, let-alone someone like Draco." Harry pleaded but the boy wasn't easily deterred. Harry had, however, managed to calm the boy... to some extent. "You never knew because I never wanted you, or anyone else for that matter, to know that I– that I liked Draco in that way!" He hissed at Harry, pulling his wand free from his belt and pointing it towards the famous lightning-bolt scar, "and if it wasn't for your 'perfect little scarhead' I would have had him, but oh no! Mister Harry Potter always gets what he wants and everyone else has to squabble at his feet just for a scrap of dignity!" And he knew what he was doing; Harry took each word as a bullet, fueling the fire that raged inside of him. He's right, Harry thought, all I ever do is think of myself and no one else... I never think of the consequences of my reckless actions. Harry gathered the last remaining fragments of his shattered courage and used them to beg. "Please don't do this. I'll do anything you ask, anything! I'll leave Draco, I'll leave England, I'll do anything– just don't hurt me... please." Harry could feel the sting of tears welling in his eyes. He couldn't risk the nightmares of past torture being dug up from their graves. The boy laughed and laughed at how easy it was to take over Harry's mind. "You coward! You really think that I'm going to that you walk away from this? I never realised how little it took to weaken your mind, Potter, maybe Draco should have tried this in first year. You worthless moron– oh what would your parents think if they saw you know?" Harry could believe that someone of such little intelligence could have brought him to his knees so swiftly. The boy laughed once again, not a laugh of innocent amusement but a laugh engulfed in power and torment. Harry closed his eyes and began to silently pray. He didn't usually do this sort of thing but, due to the circumstances, he took it as is last hope. He prayed that it all would be over soon and apologised for all the sins he had committed in his 19 years of life. "Don't worry, Potter, I won't kill you yet– we still want to have a little fun before you leave." Harry opened his eyes to face a menacing smile. He was, yet again, over whelmed with confusion. "What do you mean we wan– " But Harry didn't get to finish his question. The door at the far end of the room flew open, almost exploding off of it's hinges.
"CRUCIO!" a harsh female voice cast the spell that sent Harry into a fit of nightmares, "Well, well, well. If it isn't, Harry Potter...!" Pansy Parkinson's slender figure seemed to glide across the room before she came to rest in front of Harry's crumpled body. "It's so kind of you to join me, Pansy." the boy rapped his right arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Anytime, Pudding. Besides, I've been waiting for this my whole life!" The two of them wore matching menacing, murderous smiles. Harry's body had begun to rest and the nightmares pushed away from his eyelids. "I'm very sorry, darling, but I have buisness to take care of else where. I hope you don't mind me leaving you to take care of the animal?" the boy acted as if he was off to answer a call from his work office. Harry could have bet that he was going to feed Draco his 'sympathy' and 'comfort'. "Oh! It's okay, Pudding, I'll make sure there's something left for you to deal with when you get home... be careful, baby!" Pansy planted a kiss on the boy's cheek and allowed him to move away from her. As he headed to the door Harry finally found his voice. He yelled, "Please don't do this to me! Please don't let her do this to me! Please, don't do this to Draco," the boy stopped dead in his tracks, he slowly turned back toward Harry, "Please... Crabbe, please..."
"Have fun with him, Sweet pea... oh, and show him no mercy." Crabbe sneered before he turned and left without another word. Pansy turned her whole attention to Harry, all of her thoughts playing behind the emotionless glaze on her eyes. "What shall we do with you?" she whispered, before, "CRUCIO!" Harry reeled in agony as the nightmares began once again.
He cried out for help but no one heard him...
No one would ever hear him again...
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