Close every door to me, hide all the world from me....
Notes: I meant to do this ages ago and completely forgot, so, last-minute torture. God-modding Bellatrix.
Who: Harry/Death Eaters
Where: Teh cage
Why: My laxness
Warnings: Blood, but nothing too graphic
With the newfound hope that Draco had given him, Harry was sleeping properly for the first time in almost a year, stretched out on the bed with his school robes for a blanket. When he finally woke, it was to the sound of a key turning in the lock. When he looked up, there were five Death Eaters coming through the barred door. He sat up, ignoring the pain in his leg as he did so but sending a silent apology to Draco. They were wearing masks, but the one in the lead was obviously a woman.
"What d'you want?" he asked quickly, scooting back against the wall. There was a girlish laugh from behind the mask. He clenched his fists. "Lestrange."
"Oooh, Harry. I'm flattered."
"You killed one of my friends. I'm hardly going to forget about you."
She sighed in an overly dramatic fashion. "Ah, yes. Poor Neville. Sometimes I miss him... he was so fun to play with."
Harry glared at her, wishing more than ever that he had his wand. That bitch would taste stone!
Worry. That was Draco. He ignored it, trying not to imagine Malfoy set upon by Harry's emotions in the middle of an exam.
Bellatrix drew her wand and flicked it at Harry. His arms shot up of their own accord and were secured to the wall above his head. He struggled, but the spell held him tight. "What -"
"Don't worry, Harry," Lestrange sing-songed. "We won't take it all."
The Death Eaters behind her came forward. Two of them drew knives and vials from their robes, the others placed strong arms on his knees. Struggling only sent barbs of pain down his injured leg, and he could only watch helplessly as the blades were drawn simultaneously across his forearms, biting his lip hard to keep from yelling at the pain. The Death Eaters collected his blood in the vials, and for one hopeful second he thought it was over, until the blades were lowered again, slitting open his T-shirt from the neck down and cutting into his chest, then his stomach, then his legs through his jeans. By the last two cuts, he was unable to stop himself crying out. He could feel the blood running down to his shoulders and pooling on his stomach. He started to feel dizzy from the loss of it.
Bellatrix flicked her wand again, just as carelessly, and the wounds were sealed, leaving him stained and weakened. "Thank you, Harry," she giggled, as his arms fell back to his sides. They left him, laughing together. He heard the clink of the vials being knocked together in celebration. His head lolled to one side as he felt the inevitable creep up on him. Hurry up, Draco... he thought desperately, as unconciousness took over.
Who: Harry/Death Eaters
Where: Teh cage
Why: My laxness
Warnings: Blood, but nothing too graphic
With the newfound hope that Draco had given him, Harry was sleeping properly for the first time in almost a year, stretched out on the bed with his school robes for a blanket. When he finally woke, it was to the sound of a key turning in the lock. When he looked up, there were five Death Eaters coming through the barred door. He sat up, ignoring the pain in his leg as he did so but sending a silent apology to Draco. They were wearing masks, but the one in the lead was obviously a woman.
"What d'you want?" he asked quickly, scooting back against the wall. There was a girlish laugh from behind the mask. He clenched his fists. "Lestrange."
"Oooh, Harry. I'm flattered."
"You killed one of my friends. I'm hardly going to forget about you."
She sighed in an overly dramatic fashion. "Ah, yes. Poor Neville. Sometimes I miss him... he was so fun to play with."
Harry glared at her, wishing more than ever that he had his wand. That bitch would taste stone!
Worry. That was Draco. He ignored it, trying not to imagine Malfoy set upon by Harry's emotions in the middle of an exam.
Bellatrix drew her wand and flicked it at Harry. His arms shot up of their own accord and were secured to the wall above his head. He struggled, but the spell held him tight. "What -"
"Don't worry, Harry," Lestrange sing-songed. "We won't take it all."
The Death Eaters behind her came forward. Two of them drew knives and vials from their robes, the others placed strong arms on his knees. Struggling only sent barbs of pain down his injured leg, and he could only watch helplessly as the blades were drawn simultaneously across his forearms, biting his lip hard to keep from yelling at the pain. The Death Eaters collected his blood in the vials, and for one hopeful second he thought it was over, until the blades were lowered again, slitting open his T-shirt from the neck down and cutting into his chest, then his stomach, then his legs through his jeans. By the last two cuts, he was unable to stop himself crying out. He could feel the blood running down to his shoulders and pooling on his stomach. He started to feel dizzy from the loss of it.
Bellatrix flicked her wand again, just as carelessly, and the wounds were sealed, leaving him stained and weakened. "Thank you, Harry," she giggled, as his arms fell back to his sides. They left him, laughing together. He heard the clink of the vials being knocked together in celebration. His head lolled to one side as he felt the inevitable creep up on him. Hurry up, Draco... he thought desperately, as unconciousness took over.