Only You Can Set Me Free

As always, no flames welcome.

Chapter 23

The Greatest Betrayal



It was agony. Complete and total torture.



He tossed in his sleep, mouth turned down in a desperate scowl. It was the same nightmare he had every night since he was abducted from Hogwarts.



*He was sitting at the edge of the black lake, looking into its depths. He was thinking about the challenge he completed the day before, rescuing Cho from the dark waters. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw the reflection of a figure in the water before him. Slowly, he reached for his wand, grabbing it, standing, and twirling on the man behind him.



“Who are you? How did you get on the grounds?”



The hooded man smiled crookedly, his rugged chin and thin lips were all that could be seen. He tilted his shoulder, a ‘no idea’ gesture that set Cedric on edge.



“Whoever you are, you are not welcome. Leave these grounds or I will make you.” Cedric pointed his wand at the man, spreading his feet slightly and casting a quick glance around. It was late afternoon, and most of the students were in the courtyard or in the Great Hall.



The man’s smile became a frown. As fast as possible, he drew his wand, aiming it at the boy and firing before the Hogwarts student could mutter a spell.



Darkness.



Now he is in a small room, a chair is in one corner, a small cot across the opposite wall. He hears voices coming from another room. He does not recognize either.



“You have done a magnificent job Yaxley, truly stupendous. I assume there were no… complications?”



“None master, the task was quite easy.”



He leaned against the wall, eyes closed in concentration.



“Wonderful, Potter has lost one ally, one of many to come. This boy… Cedric? Is he powerful?” There was a slight pause.



“Oh yes my lord. Surely not as powerful as that Potter brat, but he is skilled. I would not have gotten rid of him if he was not.”



“Right… There is another step to this plan Yaxley. One in which I will need your full cooperation.”



“Anything for you, master…”



“You must become this Cedric boy, go back to Hogwarts and live his life. It will not be for too long, though.”



“My lord?”



“My plan goes into effect tomorrow, and then your services shall no longer be needed. Tomorrow, I will gain my own body, and not have to use these horrid half- bloods as my vessels.”



“Why until tomorrow, if I may ask… master.”



“You question me?”



A sharp slashing sound erupted, then a moan of pain.



“Master.. pl.. please! I do only as you command!” This seemed to placate the other man, Cedric noticed.



“Tomorrow is the last event of the Triwizard Tournament. I have something planned out for young Mr. Potter… You shall see tomorrow. Now go! I do not want to raise suspicions just yet.”



“As you wish.” Cedric heard footsteps retreating then silence.



Now he is tied to a filthy bed, blood and semen dried to crust the surface. Goyle was pounding into his bound body viciously, intending for his foul deed to cause the boy great pain.



Cedric was used to this now. Every night it was another death eater, every night, another humiliating form of torture. His body ached, it burned, it screamed out in protest. He was held down by a large hand on his neck, his legs spread apart by two others, laughing and joking all the while.



“Look it ‘im squirm. Acts as if this is a ‘ole new experience.”



“Face it Diggory, no one is coming to save you. You are dead, remember? Long forgotten ‘e is.”



Cedric cried out as the man pounding into him shoved his thick length deeper into him, using his wand to enlarge his member once it was imbedded deep in the boys’ tight hole.



“Hurry up there, we want a turn!”*



He sat up, panting and sweating profusely. He looked around the dark room, confused by how large it was. He then remembered Harry and the others saving him. Now they were in an old abandoned hotel, which was no luxury suite, but it was a hell of a step up from his last residence.



Harry opened one eye and looked at the shaken boy, having heard his whimpering and moaning, he smelled the fear and pain emanating from the Hufflepuff boy. Concerned, he cast a quick look at Luna and Draco, seeing as how the three slept in the same bed, much to Draco’s displeasure, they lay beside each other, breathing softly in relatively peaceful sleep. He walked over to the other boy, his keen eyesight in the darkness guiding him. His canine instincts overrode his senses; he needed to comfort the boy with physical contact.



“Cedric? You alright there?”



Cedric became still, shaking only very slightly now.



“Harry… Is that you?”



Harry climbed onto the boys’ bed, slowly crawling to the boy and leaning against him softly.



“It’s me… Are you alright? Bad dream?”



Cedric pressed against the boy desperately, seeking that kind warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time.



“Yeah… sorry if I woke you. It’s just… you know, these last years.”



Harry rubbed against the boy soothingly.



“I can’t imagine how hard you had it all this time. You want to talk about it?”



Cedric shook his head, pushing against the other boy, in dire need of the tender contact. Harry seemed a bit caught off guard by the boys’ need for such close contact, then deciding the ordeal was just cause for it, he softly pushed the boy to lie down. He plopped down beside him softly, mentally willing the boy to relax and get back to sleep, skin connecting to skin as they stay there in silence.



“Harry?”



“Hmm?”



Cedric turned into the dark haired boy, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling softly. Harry blushed slightly, looking to the bed where his mate slept. He softly stroked the other boys’ back, feeling every scar that covered it. Feeling he needed to leave the bed, but animal instincts wanting him to stay and comfort a pack member, he remained still.



The sandy haired boy moved back slightly, to look at the green eyed boy fully. In the darkness, he could barely see the other boy, but felt his warmth against him, warmth after years of cold hostility and pain.



He moved forward and kissed Harry on the lips. Caught off guard, the latter opened his eyes wide, pulling back in shock.



“Cedric?”



Cedric seemed not to have heard, for he pushed against the other boy, his growing erection pressing against Harry’s thigh.



With a soft growl, Harry looked at the other boy. He was there, vulnerable and smelling of arousal. Feeling shame, he tried to back away, only to have animal instinct overtake him yet again. The waves of the smell of excitement came from the other boy; hitting his sensitive nose and causing the dog within him come out. The frustration he felt for not being able to claim his true mate hit him heavily. Now there was a pack member inches away, smelling of heat and desperation.



With a fluid motion, Harry turned the boy onto his back, climbing on top of him simultaneously. With a deep growl, he rocked back and forth, rubbing his throbbing length against Cedric’s. His fangs began to extend, a thin line of neon emerald outlining his iris.



A soft male whimper came from the other bed, causing him to cool down immediately. Embarrassment and shame overtook him, his face red in horror; he quickly climbed off of the other boy and scrambled comically off of the bed. Cedric shook his head slightly, appearing to come out of a dream.



“Cedric… I…”



“Oh Harry, no, I am so sorry.” Cedric appeared beyond confused and embarrassed. He sat up in the large bed, hugging his knees to his chest. Harry looked at him briefly, then at the bed where his mate had turned to his other side, facing away from them. Harry sighed in relief; evidently, the blond did not see his shameful mistake.



“I… What was that about?”



“Harry, I didn’t mean to… I am just… confused, I would never… You saved my life, I owe you and I did something really stupid.” Cedric rocked back and forth slowly, arms crossed over his bare chest.



Harry looked at the boy sadly.



“It’s alright Cedric, really. I haven’t explained how things are to you or Luna; I guess I should do that tomorrow. No need to be sorry, I understand. Now get some sleep, we are leaving early in the morning.”



Harry awkwardly stepped away from the bed, turning not to the bed with the blond pair, but toward the door. He needed some fresh air, and the cold would greatly reduce the throbbing pain coursing through his length.



He exited the room, leaving Cedric to get some rest and reassurance that he would not try to ravish the rescued boy again.



In the other bed, Draco opened his eyes again, biting his lip roughly. His eyes welled up with unshed tears of fury and humiliation. He rolled onto his back, turning his head toward the other boy. He bunched his hands into fists.



‘Bloody git… I allowed myself to be drawn in by that idiot Potter. He was just having a laugh at my expense. All this time he was planning on banging that bloody arse.’ He turned over, climbed off of the bed, and grabbed up his possessions. He grabbed his wand last, stepping quickly yet quietly out of the room, hoping he would not run into the prat that almost completely destroyed him.



Still in his emerald night clothes, he rushed out, down the staircase, through the hall and out into the cool darkness. It was pitch black out, and he could hardly see an inch in front of his face, he pulled his wand out muttering the lumos spell. The tip of his wand lit up, allowing him to make his way into the darkness.



“Drake?”



Draco bit his lip, trying to contain his anger.



“Potter,” he replied coolly, aiming the wand toward the sound of the other boys’ voice. The light fell upon the green eyed boy. His shoulder length black hair was being whipped around by the soft breeze, framing his handsome face. His Quidditch toned torso, bronzed slightly from working in his Aunts’ garden, was illuminated by the thin beam of light.



Draco held back a soft moan.



“What are you doing out here? Get back to sleep.”



Draco’s growing desire cooled down immediately, hearing the other boy boss him about, and having just witnessed Harry’s betrayal, he scowled.



“I don’t think I will Potter,” he put extra emphasis on the last word, hoping it would irk the other boy.



It did.



“What was that? Potter? What’s with that arrogant attitude?”



Harry frowned, stepping forward.



“Not another step Potter.”



Harry stopped, a soft and threatening growl emanating from his throat. Draco smirked, his wand still trained on the other boy.



“What the hell are you doing Draco?”



“I thought that would be obvious, I am getting the hell out of here, and away from you.”



Harry glared at the other boy through the light, he began to walk forward.



Draco stepped back slightly.



“Get back Potter, I am warning you,” he raised his wand to the boys’ chest again, flicking it slightly. Harry still walked toward him.



“What are you planning on doing Draco? Are you going to attack m-...”



“STUPEFY!”



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TBC