Fire in the Night
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,251
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fire in the Night
Captive.
He's sure he never wanted this. With anyone. Ever.
Or maybe...he might have, once, but that was an eternity ago, lost in the grey haze that now covers his past life, the life before this. Besides, he's very sure that if he'd ever considered it, the situation he'd had in mind had not involved being pinned face-down in the dirt, a stranger on top of him, his back and side screeching with silver-red pain, while his best friend screamed horribly not far away.
Some part of Dean's mind knows that it will end, somewhere a minute or a second or an hour from now. It will end at some point, and he will be able to breathe properly, and the pain will temporarily receed.
Dean almost lives for those moments now --those moments when he is not being raped or tortured or nearly killed. He lives for those times when he can remember his past life, so that he knows there is, indeed, something to go back to.
There is heat, and the weight lifts, and some of the tearing pain goes with it.
Dean breathes in --the air is cool, and tastes of smoke and blood --and lifts his head. Seamus's screams have died, and now Dean glances up, and catches his eye.
There is someone here who cares for him. That is why he must endure.
(AN: First Harry Potter fic. I've always thought there're not enough stories about Dean or Seamus around.
By the way, this story is very violent. And it will be quite long. Not all planned entirely yet, but I know where I'm going.
Hope you liked it, concrit is accepted (but please phrase politely), flames will be deleted and laughed at for inaccuracy.)
He's sure he never wanted this. With anyone. Ever.
Or maybe...he might have, once, but that was an eternity ago, lost in the grey haze that now covers his past life, the life before this. Besides, he's very sure that if he'd ever considered it, the situation he'd had in mind had not involved being pinned face-down in the dirt, a stranger on top of him, his back and side screeching with silver-red pain, while his best friend screamed horribly not far away.
Some part of Dean's mind knows that it will end, somewhere a minute or a second or an hour from now. It will end at some point, and he will be able to breathe properly, and the pain will temporarily receed.
Dean almost lives for those moments now --those moments when he is not being raped or tortured or nearly killed. He lives for those times when he can remember his past life, so that he knows there is, indeed, something to go back to.
There is heat, and the weight lifts, and some of the tearing pain goes with it.
Dean breathes in --the air is cool, and tastes of smoke and blood --and lifts his head. Seamus's screams have died, and now Dean glances up, and catches his eye.
There is someone here who cares for him. That is why he must endure.
(AN: First Harry Potter fic. I've always thought there're not enough stories about Dean or Seamus around.
By the way, this story is very violent. And it will be quite long. Not all planned entirely yet, but I know where I'm going.
Hope you liked it, concrit is accepted (but please phrase politely), flames will be deleted and laughed at for inaccuracy.)