The Caged Songbird

To MR Shame Ness, hey, sorry about jumpin\' to conclusions, you are right this site is mostly women, and sometimes I forget that boys go on the Internet too! Ha, sorry. Well anyway, I am sooo sorry about your bastardy bastard of a boyfriend! He sounds like a really \"winner\" Like I said, if you ever need a buddy, IM me. But hey if not, get rid of that Jerk! You need a real man! Ha, well, here\'s then next chapter, hope you all like it. And hope things get better for you Mr. Shame Ness.
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Chapter Ten: Tom, How Could You?
Draco knew he only had a couple more seconds, and all he could think was to look at Harry. He had closed his eyes, but now he figured, if he had to die, why not die happy and gazing at an angel? That would be his final request, that Harry be okay, but more importantly happy. Draco really wanted to help Harry, but now, he just hoped Harry got relief eventually. He opened his frosty silver eyes, hoping to see him one last time, but he didn\'t see Harry. He didn\'t see anything. Not Tom, not the camp, all he saw was scarlet, everywhere.

A warm vermilion besetting him, all around. There was no excruciating cremation as he expected, only a halcyon feeling of peace. The warm red glow seemed reminiscent of something, like he was returning to something. In all his life, he had never felt so safe, and warm, and . . . loved? Yes, loved, there was an indescribable feeling that he was loved and needed, but slowly the light dissipated, and the feeling left, but he longed for it so very much, really he wanted to see and feel that amazing crimson once more. He came to his senses though, however, when he realized what was happening around him.

He looked and saw as Harry collapsed, enveloped in the same vermillion. It didn\'t make sense! Harry wasn\'t supposed to do magic till he was 21, this was four years early! It didn\'t matter, Draco stumbled over to Harry still in shock, by the time he got to him Harry had managed to sit up still gasping for air, and pervading with the similar ruby light. The light retired.

\"Draco, it hurts.\" The breathy voice sounded like a broken child\'s.

\"Its all right Harry I\'m here! Right here!\" as if comprehending that he was not alone, Harry sought sanctuary in Draco\'s arms. Draco who was kneeling now had Harry in his lap clutching his waste. Though it was clumsy, Draco lightly kissed the top of Harry\'s head and rubbed his back in circles. He didn\'t know what was wrong with Harry, who continued to sob into Draco\'s lap.

\"Draco, it burns, It burns soo much. Draco it hurts.\" Whimpering Harry little frame shook in obvious suffering.

\"Im here, its okay Harry. I\'m here.\"

\"Harry\'s experiencing the feeling of the fireball.\" Hermione\'s solemn voice came from no where.

\"What do you mean!?\" Draco and Tom both screamed with panic and concern.

\"The pain will end soon, but . . . it\'s remarkably worse than the initial fireball\'s infliction.\"

\"Will he be alright?\" Draco looked up pleadingly.

\"Considering he hasn\'t . . . you know, yet, yes, he\'ll live. It should end soon.\" And on cue, Harry stopped convulsing.

\"Harry?!\" Tom instantly knelt down looking at him.


\"How\'s Draco?\" Tom\'s gaze of compassion quickly melted into pure hatred as he sneered at Draco.

\"We have this under control Lady Hermione, and you need to go inform your country of the events.\" Tom still glared at Draco.

\"Oh, you\'re right! I need to go! Draco, Tom, watch him carefully. He\'ll be slightly sore, but in about half an hour he\'ll be fine. \"

\"Im fine now.\" Harry sat up. \"I feel good Thank you.\"

\"Incredible! Harry that\'s amazing! I have to go, but take it easy! I need to inform my people, but I\'m going to look into this, I want to find out more about your wingely blood. \"

\"All right ‘mione.\" Followed by her people, Hermione left muttering about \"impossible\" and \"amazing\" discoveries.

\"Oh, Harry, Im so sorry.\" Tom stood, and Harry and Draco followed. Swiftly seizing Harry\'s slim wrist and dragging him close, Tom glared at Draco.

\"Kill him.\" The words came without any show of hesitation or remorse.

\"No, please God No!\" Harry pleaded looking up once again pounding his fist on Tom.

\"Yes sir.\" The men slowly closed in on Draco. Draco was a bit stunned, but kept quiet, choosing his dignity, and hoping for away out.

\"Tom! Tom, look at me!\" Harry pulled on Tom\'s shirt desperately.

\"What, Harry?\" Tom said smiling sweetly, looking down at his love.

\"I\'ll do whatever you want just leave him alone! Please!\"

\"I don\'t know . . . \" It was sickening how Tom contemplated what to do, acting like he was deciding what to eat for lunch, rather than if he should kill someone.

\"Anything! Please!\"

\"Harry stop!\" Draco looked at him pleadingly.

Tom\'s eyes flared as he thought of the possibilities, \"Anything?\"

\"Yes! Just let him go!\" Harry, being the innocent soul he was, had no idea what Tom wanted to do. He didn\'t really care though, it was worth it. No mater what Tom did, as long as Draco was okay, Harry didn\'t care.

\"Guards escort the prince home.\" Tom commanded without looking away from Harry. He just stared into Harry\'s panicking eyes. Harry watched the swarming of Draco, the guards lugged Draco onto a horse and tied his arms behind his back. Climbing on their horses, a queue of six men ushered Draco out. Draco continued to beg Harry to reconsider, tell Tom how twisted he was. Harry tried to look at Draco, but Tom took Harry\'s chin, and continued to pull him, making Harry look at him.

\"No, Draco, Im very happy with this.\" Tom said, malice showing through his eyes, and his voice.

\"You bastard!\" Harry looked resigned as Draco directed his attention to him. \"Don\'t let him do this to you Harry! Don\'t! It\'s not worth it!\" and with that, Draco was led out of the settlement, still yelling at Tom for his lunatic actions.
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B.K.: You all can infer what Tom is going to do, and why this is rated NC-17. So if that stuff offends you, I suggest skipping this part, and I will tell you when it\'s over.
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\"Come along Harry.\" When Harry saw they were heading to Tom\'s tent, it finally clicked. Harry realized what Tom would find equal to someone\'s life. That was when he started to struggle.

\"No, please no! I don\'t want this! Please!\" Harry didn\'t mean to go back on his words, but in all honesty, he had never been so scared in his life.

\"Now Harry, you promised.\" The words came out in a mock-indignance. Tom was being so nonchalant that his words betrayed his actions by a hundred fold. \"Well, I could always send for Draco. You don\'t have to do this Harry. I can just kill Draco, that would be fine.\" Although he said it, Tom really had no intention of doing so, but Harry didn\'t know that.

\"No!\"

\"Then come on!\" Tom managed to get Harry into that tent with ease. Frantically, Harry\'s head swivelled around, looking for an escape of any sort. As he began to panic, Tom walked forward. Harry stepped back, but instantly cursed the stupid action. All directions were blocked. On his right, a table and chairs, with maps and strategies plaguing all the surfaces. On his left, simply a blank wall. Harry thought that the most distressing thing in the room was in front of him, Tom. He thought the broad shoulders, and height where the most menacing commodities, but a glance backward instantly made him amend his choice of fears . . .a bed.

Tom\'s large hand, which seemed titanic against Harry\'s chest pushed with little effort . . . and so Harry went flying . . . onto the bed. With a soft thump, Harry gave one more look at Tom, silently praying for him to stop. The prayer obviously desisted when Tom got on the bed though. With the essence of alacrity, Tom ripped of his shirt, a few bottons landing on the silk emerald comforter. Then wasting no time did the same with the pants. Harry\'s undressing took significantly less time than Tom\'s, considering he only had Draco\'s overcoat on. Tom took much more care however, and slowly undid each clasp, and with each button, Harry lost more and more of his grip on reality.

\"Stop! Stop it!\" the desperation of Harry\'s voice sent shivers down Tom\'s spine. Small hands with slim fingers pushed weakly against the spacious chest.

\"Harry, I know you are a man of your word, so I will not even acknowledge that you said that.\" Tom\'s arid tone was the last straw. Glazing over, the beautiful emerald eyes dilated, and the hollowness consumed Harry. Harry\'s head lolled to this side, the side of the tent becoming a new focal point.

Body giving into small tremors of torment as Tom prepared him. Despite the diminutive jerks Harry refused to make a sound. His eyes continued to resemble a beautiful corpse\'s. Tom of corse was quite ignorant to the breaking of Harry\'s spirit.

\"Harry, Harry dear, look at me.\" Tom\'s voice was still so sweet and loving he truly must have been so throughly twisted to not understand what he was doing. For the second time that day Tom\'s hand cupped his chin, making Harry look at him. Oblivious to the empty eyes, Tom only saw his love beneath him.

\"Beautiful. Harry you are so beautiful.\" And with those gentle words, Tom did a very ungentle thing. Swiftly entering Harry, the vow of silence Harry had, evanesced forming a quiet whimper. The sound would break anyone\'s heart, had their mind not been as clouded as Tom. But sadly, Tom\'s mind was that clouded. So he continued. The whimper stopped, thought the torture of each thrust seemed to be subsequently vicious compared to the last. Finally when the impalement ended, Tom looked at Harry once more.
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BK: For the most part it\'s done. This is sort of the after math.
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\"Harry, I love you, love you so much. . . .\" Tom swiftly encircled Harry\'s narrow waist, and clutched the small body, never planning to let go. Soon, Tom fell asleep. But Harry stayed awake. Harry was awake when Tom fell asleep. Harry was awake when the moon was at it\'s highest. Harry was awake when the stars disappeared, chased by morning, and he was awake when the birds chirped, announcing the suns dawn. And when all was said and done, all Harry could articulate was a sentence.

\"Tom, how could you?\"
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Uggh! I tried! I think it sort of sucked, but I TRIED! I\'m sorry! Please, if you can improve this, tell me in your reviews, cause I really wanted this chapter to be good! And Tom is such an ass!