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Burnt
Chapter Number/Total: 27/31
Chapter Title: Burnt
Words: 2746 Words
Voldemort didn't eat or speak again that night. After staring into the fire for a while, he rose from his chair and went to bed, leaving Harry unchained and sitting by the hearth. Harry slowly lay down and curled up in front of the fire, enjoying that he wasn't chained up like he always had been. Yet, it wasn't long before the pain began to build in Harry's body, forcing him to groan and open his eyes. "Hello?" he asked, uncurling and crawling over to the bed where Voldemort slept.
Harry almost wanted to climb onto the bed and wake him up, but he decided against it, not wanting to get onto his bad side once again. He bit his lip in resignation and lay back down, trying to settle down for yet another night of constant pain. Harry didn't sleep much, but he was used to that. He lay curled up and trembling on the floor, little whimpers and groans coming from him every now and then.
Finally, Voldemort stirred, sitting up in his bed. "Come here," he ordered.
Harry looked up before he reached for the bed, cautiously pulling himself up onto it. Voldemort pulled the covers back and gestured at his own half hard cock. Harry swallowed and moved up, leaning down to pull the Master's cock into his mouth.
Voldemort was much less responsive than he had been in the past, red eyes staring up at the ceiling while Harry sucked him. When his cock was hard, he pushed Harry off roughly. "Now," he said.
Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved up once again, straddling Voldemort this time, reaching back to position the cock against himself before pressing down on it, breathing out a soft sigh.
Voldemort tensed but otherwise didn't move. "Get on with it," he snapped.
Harry didn't wait to be told twice and he began to move, rising and falling as quickly as he could. Voldemort just lay there, breathing speeding up and fingers curling into the covers until he came with a hiss, then shoved Harry off of him, and Harry fell onto his side, gasping softly to himself, still in pain. "Want to come, please .... "
Voldemort looked at him for a moment, apparently deciding whether to give him relief or not. Then he nodded briefly and the spell released Harry momentarily as he came with a small cry, noticing even then how quickly Voldemort had released the spell, hardly making him beg at all. Harry wondered how long this new behaviour would last.
Voldemort even allowed him breakfast without begging again. Harry was re-chained as usual afterwards but instead of being tied up in the corner of the hall, the Dark Lord kept him nearby throughout the day.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked quietly, looking up at Voldemort later that evening when they were back in his bedchambers.
"Doing what?" the Dark Lord sighed, as he picked at his food. He had allowed Harry to take a plate of food to the floor.
"Being so nice," Harry murmured, looking down at his food.
"I am not nice," the man answered. "Would you prefer to go back to starving and being passed around?"
"No," Harry replied quickly, paling at the idea. "I just ... I ... thank you."
"I don't want your thanks," Voldemort sneered, but it lacked real heat. He got up from the table and went to his chair. "Come here."
Harry pushed away the almost still full plate and crawled over to where Voldemort was, kneeling in front of him. The man reached a hand out and gripped Harry's chin, turning his face one way and then the other as if really looking at him.
"Do you like being a Death Eater whore, Harry?"
"No," Harry replied softly, closing his eyes as Voldemort examined him.
Voldemort reached down and wrapped his fingers around Harry's erection. "Yes, you do," he insisted.
Harry winced and flushed, looking ashamed. "I don't .... "
"You want me to stop?" Voldemort answered with a smirk, stroking Harry's cock.
Harry swallowed hard and shook his head quickly. "Please don't .... "
"You are a whore, my whore," Voldemort insisted. "Say it."
Harry bit his lip, struggling with himself. He didn't want to say it, but he didn't want Voldemort to stop. "Your whore," he finally said quietly.
"Again, louder," Voldemort hissed, hand moving faster on Harry's cock.
"Your whore," Harry repeated, his voice raising a little as his hips began to move.
"That's better," Voldemort said approvingly, fingers stroking Harry's face with one hand and his cock with the other. "Shall I fuck you, my whore?"
"Yes, please," Harry whispered, beginning to whimper now. "Please, fuck me."
Voldemort released Harry's cock and pushed him away, getting to his feet then and stripping his robes. Harry slowly got up and moved over to the bed, bending at his waist over the edge. He moved his hands up above his head and gripped the sheets, bracing himself.
"You hungry for my cock, whore?" Voldemort asked as he stood behind him.
"Yes, please," Harry moaned softly, arching his back a little to raise his arse again.
Harry felt him then, pushing in. Harry scrunched up his face, expecting a lot of pain, but it really wasn't as bad as it could've been. Voldemort had apparently slicked himself, so while it still hurt, it was easier than usual.
Voldemort seemed inclined to take his time, each thrust deep and slow. The only sounds he made were his breath and the sound of his skin slapping against Harry's. He dug his nails into Harry's hips as he did. Harry didn't want to like it ever, but he never did have a choice. When he was raped he could only just wait for it to be over. But now, with the way Voldemort was moving, Harry was disgusted to think that he was enjoying it, even beginning to move his hips with him.
After a while, Voldemort thrust in with a hiss, flooding Harry with his seed and then pulled off him nearly immediately. Harry gasped softly when the Master pulled out, his cheek pressed against the bed. He wanted to ask for more, but he didn't.
Voldemort cast Lavare to clean himself and climbed into the bed and lay back, staring at the ceiling.
Harry waited a few more moments, chewing on his lip in the silence before he boldly moved up on the bed and crawled over to Voldemort, stopping next to him. "Can I come?"
Voldemort looked startled, like he had forgotten Harry was there. He frowned and then nodded, "I suppose a good whore deserves his reward." He waved his hand and the binding on Harry's cock eased enough for his release.
Harry moaned as he came, feeling a little more pleasure than usual because he didn't have to wait for a very long time to come. He lay down on the bed without thinking and curled up. Voldemort didn't tell him to move and Harry actually managed more rest than he had received in such a long time.
***
Harry had continued to see Healer Dodson. Without the threat of Draco being taken from him, Harry seemed to be relaxing and talking more with her. Yet, it was still Draco he felt most comfortable telling his nightmares to. Draco who he felt understood him.
Draco had taken portions of Harry's file from St Mungo’s and never returned them. He updated the record for his own use but, for Harry's sake, felt it would be better if there weren't a record of all the things he had told Draco.
The blond was sitting at the desk in the study when he heard the knock on the front door. Harry was in the sitting room, but he didn't think it good he be alone with anyone who came to the door, so Draco went to answer it.
Harry looked up from where he sat, glancing curiously at the door. He didn't remember Draco telling him about any visitors today. Usually they knew the day before so that Harry had time to prepare himself.
Draco closed the door to the sitting room so that whoever it was wouldn't see Harry unless they were invited in. Then he opened the front door.
Remus Lupin stood there. His eyes narrowed a bit but he nodded. "Malfoy, I heard you were living here," he said gruffly.
"I am," Draco answered, but didn't open the door further.
"I would like to see Harry," Remus said, looking over Draco's shoulder.
Draco frowned. "Wait here and I will see if he is available," he said and closed the door, leaving the man standing on the front steps. He took a deep breath and stuck his head into the sitting room to check on Harry.
"Who is it?" Harry asked, uncurling his legs and getting up.
"Remus Lupin," Draco said softly. "He wants to talk to you."
Harry nodded slowly, remembering his old teacher. "Okay, I haven't seen him in a long time."
"Do you want to talk with him alone or do you want me in the room?" Draco asked.
Harry bit his lip softly, thinking it over. "I want you in the room, too," he said, nodding firmly.
"As you wish," Draco said, smiling and then returning to the door. Lupin looked annoyed but came in and Draco took his coat, hanging it up nearby before showing the older man into the sitting room.
"Harry," Remus said, glancing nervously at Draco. "It is so good to see you."
Harry looked a little nervous as well, more so because he wasn't sure of what Remus would be expecting when he saw him. "It's good to see you, too," he said softly, stepping closer and holding out a hand for him to shake.
Remus' eyes seemed shiny as he took Harry's hand and then drew him closer into a kind of awkward hug.
Harry tensed for a moment before he relaxed, sliding an arm around Remus to hug him back.
Remus' breath hitched in a kind of sob and he wiped his eyes as he stepped back from the hug. "Last time I saw you, you didn't even know who I was," he whispered.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, feeling ashamed for that.
"No, Harry, it's okay, I understand," Remus said.
"You are welcome to sit," Draco said from near the door. "I have told the elf to bring us tea."
"Kreacher," Harry corrected out of habit, turning to walk back into the room to sit down.
Remus sat down in a nearby chair and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "So tell me how things have been for you, Harry," he prompted.
"They've been good," Harry said, sitting down across from Remus. "I've been getting better. One day I hope I'll be normal again, or at least somewhat okay.”
Draco smirked at Harry's correction and came to sit near him on the sofa.
Remus glanced uncomfortably at Draco as if nervous about his presence. "What changed?" he asked. "Hermione sent me an owl telling me that you were here now. What happened?"
Harry glanced at Draco as well, smiling softly. "Draco happened," he whispered.
Remus' eyes grew wide and he looked confused. "I ... I don't understand."
"He was my Healer," Harry said, blushing a little at his obvious confusion. "He helped me talk about what happened."
"Was your Healer? What is he now?" Remus asked, glancing again at Draco, clearly uncomfortable asking with the man sitting there.
"My ... my lover," Harry murmured, biting his lip.
Remus blushed too, and Draco smiled. Remus opened his mouth and then seemed to think better of it and closed it again. After a minute he seemed to come to some decision and nodded.
"Thank you," Harry said softly, grateful that he just accepted it without any anger.
"I understand we all have to move on," Remus said, a little sadly. "I am glad of whatever, and whoever," he said, looking at Draco, "that is helping you."
Kreacher arrived with tea, muttering about werewolves as he did. Draco poured for all three of them, handing their guest his cup and then serving Harry.
"What are you doing these days?" Draco asked.
"I am teaching at Hogwarts," Remus answered. "Headmistress McGonagall rehired me when the school opened again."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Harry asked, taking a small sip of his tea.
"Yes, and head of Gryffindor House," Remus answered with a smile.
The thought of that made Harry grin, something that rarely happened. He felt almost normal talking like this. "That's great, Remus."
"Did you hear there are plans for a memorial to honour those who died in the war?" Remus asked.
Harry shook his head, having not been reading the newspaper as often as Draco. "When?"
"It's still in the planning stages and there are arguments about whose names will be listed," Remus explained.
"Why are there arguments?" Harry asked, frowning.
"Well," Remus looked upset, hands fidgeting in his lap, "some people's bodies were never found. It's presumed they died in the war but they are still listed as missing. Like ... like Tonks."
Harry's frown deepened as the mention of Tonks brought up something familiar in his mind, but he couldn't tell what yet. "They didn't find anything?"
Remus shivered. "No, the Order thinks Death Eaters caught her and killed her in retaliation for the raid that killed Lucius ....” Remus froze, his eyes widening when he realised he had just said that in front of Draco Malfoy.
Draco's hand shook and he did his best to put the teacup down before he spilled the tea. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Harry flinched visibly at the words, setting his cup down with a trembling hand. That sounded much too familiar and it was scaring Harry. It was scaring him a lot. "But there ... there must've been something ....” He paused when it all suddenly came rushing back at once, making him gasp out loud as he went still. He remembered her being dragged in, the screams, how he tried to help her .... Harry covered his ears and shook his head, hearing Tonks' screams loud in his ears as if he were back there.
Draco was pulled out of his own reaction by Harry's behaviour, moving to his side quickly. "Harry, what is it?"
But Harry couldn't hear Draco's words. All he could hear was Tonks' screams of agony. He wanted to help, he did, but he couldn't, he couldn't get away. ”Stop it," he moaned, shaking violently.
Remus reached for Harry but Draco moved between them and got to his knees in front of Harry. "Harry, it's Draco, I am right here and you are safe," he said firmly. "Tell me what you are remembering. It's the past, not now."
"They're hurting her," Harry whispered, angry tears running down his face. "I can't stop it!”
"Hurting Tonks?" Draco asked. Remus was quiet behind him.
"She's screaming so much," Harry sobbed, sliding down off the sofa and curling up tightly into himself on the floor.
Draco laid his hand on the small of Harry's back, lightly, so that he could feel him but not so much that it felt like someone trying to grab him. "The Death Eaters?"
And just as quickly as the screams began they were done, and it was quieter in Harry's head. Not completely silent; he could hear the few Death Eaters' laughs, and then he heard Voldemort's command to have her burned. "They ... they burned her body," Harry whispered.
Draco shivered and nodded. "So she is dead, you saw it," he said. Behind him he heard Remus quietly begin to sob.
Harry covered his face with his hands, feeling the anger and frustration that he felt that night. The worst part was that his memory didn't stop then, it kept racing throughout his mind creating chaos. It was almost as if Remus mentioning Tonks was the missing piece of the puzzle that made everything work again. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. At the moment he didn't.
"Keep talking Harry, tell me what you are remembering," Draco encouraged softly, rubbing his hand in a small circle on his lover's back.
Harry shook his head, not wanting to talk about anything more. Especially not in front of Remus like this.
Draco glanced between Harry and Remus. "Maybe you could come back another day," he said softly to the older man.
Tears were running down Remus' cheeks and he blinked, startled. "Oh," he whispered.
Harry forced himself to sit up and turn towards Remus, his eyes blurry with tears as he got up and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him. "I'm so sorry," he said quickly before pulling away and turning to run out of the room and upstairs.
"Harry," Remus whispered, watching him leave.
Draco had no time to spare to deal with Lupin. "I need to take care of him," he said, and followed Harry, leaving Remus in the sitting room.
Chapter Title: Burnt
Words: 2746 Words
Voldemort didn't eat or speak again that night. After staring into the fire for a while, he rose from his chair and went to bed, leaving Harry unchained and sitting by the hearth. Harry slowly lay down and curled up in front of the fire, enjoying that he wasn't chained up like he always had been. Yet, it wasn't long before the pain began to build in Harry's body, forcing him to groan and open his eyes. "Hello?" he asked, uncurling and crawling over to the bed where Voldemort slept.
Harry almost wanted to climb onto the bed and wake him up, but he decided against it, not wanting to get onto his bad side once again. He bit his lip in resignation and lay back down, trying to settle down for yet another night of constant pain. Harry didn't sleep much, but he was used to that. He lay curled up and trembling on the floor, little whimpers and groans coming from him every now and then.
Finally, Voldemort stirred, sitting up in his bed. "Come here," he ordered.
Harry looked up before he reached for the bed, cautiously pulling himself up onto it. Voldemort pulled the covers back and gestured at his own half hard cock. Harry swallowed and moved up, leaning down to pull the Master's cock into his mouth.
Voldemort was much less responsive than he had been in the past, red eyes staring up at the ceiling while Harry sucked him. When his cock was hard, he pushed Harry off roughly. "Now," he said.
Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and moved up once again, straddling Voldemort this time, reaching back to position the cock against himself before pressing down on it, breathing out a soft sigh.
Voldemort tensed but otherwise didn't move. "Get on with it," he snapped.
Harry didn't wait to be told twice and he began to move, rising and falling as quickly as he could. Voldemort just lay there, breathing speeding up and fingers curling into the covers until he came with a hiss, then shoved Harry off of him, and Harry fell onto his side, gasping softly to himself, still in pain. "Want to come, please .... "
Voldemort looked at him for a moment, apparently deciding whether to give him relief or not. Then he nodded briefly and the spell released Harry momentarily as he came with a small cry, noticing even then how quickly Voldemort had released the spell, hardly making him beg at all. Harry wondered how long this new behaviour would last.
Voldemort even allowed him breakfast without begging again. Harry was re-chained as usual afterwards but instead of being tied up in the corner of the hall, the Dark Lord kept him nearby throughout the day.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked quietly, looking up at Voldemort later that evening when they were back in his bedchambers.
"Doing what?" the Dark Lord sighed, as he picked at his food. He had allowed Harry to take a plate of food to the floor.
"Being so nice," Harry murmured, looking down at his food.
"I am not nice," the man answered. "Would you prefer to go back to starving and being passed around?"
"No," Harry replied quickly, paling at the idea. "I just ... I ... thank you."
"I don't want your thanks," Voldemort sneered, but it lacked real heat. He got up from the table and went to his chair. "Come here."
Harry pushed away the almost still full plate and crawled over to where Voldemort was, kneeling in front of him. The man reached a hand out and gripped Harry's chin, turning his face one way and then the other as if really looking at him.
"Do you like being a Death Eater whore, Harry?"
"No," Harry replied softly, closing his eyes as Voldemort examined him.
Voldemort reached down and wrapped his fingers around Harry's erection. "Yes, you do," he insisted.
Harry winced and flushed, looking ashamed. "I don't .... "
"You want me to stop?" Voldemort answered with a smirk, stroking Harry's cock.
Harry swallowed hard and shook his head quickly. "Please don't .... "
"You are a whore, my whore," Voldemort insisted. "Say it."
Harry bit his lip, struggling with himself. He didn't want to say it, but he didn't want Voldemort to stop. "Your whore," he finally said quietly.
"Again, louder," Voldemort hissed, hand moving faster on Harry's cock.
"Your whore," Harry repeated, his voice raising a little as his hips began to move.
"That's better," Voldemort said approvingly, fingers stroking Harry's face with one hand and his cock with the other. "Shall I fuck you, my whore?"
"Yes, please," Harry whispered, beginning to whimper now. "Please, fuck me."
Voldemort released Harry's cock and pushed him away, getting to his feet then and stripping his robes. Harry slowly got up and moved over to the bed, bending at his waist over the edge. He moved his hands up above his head and gripped the sheets, bracing himself.
"You hungry for my cock, whore?" Voldemort asked as he stood behind him.
"Yes, please," Harry moaned softly, arching his back a little to raise his arse again.
Harry felt him then, pushing in. Harry scrunched up his face, expecting a lot of pain, but it really wasn't as bad as it could've been. Voldemort had apparently slicked himself, so while it still hurt, it was easier than usual.
Voldemort seemed inclined to take his time, each thrust deep and slow. The only sounds he made were his breath and the sound of his skin slapping against Harry's. He dug his nails into Harry's hips as he did. Harry didn't want to like it ever, but he never did have a choice. When he was raped he could only just wait for it to be over. But now, with the way Voldemort was moving, Harry was disgusted to think that he was enjoying it, even beginning to move his hips with him.
After a while, Voldemort thrust in with a hiss, flooding Harry with his seed and then pulled off him nearly immediately. Harry gasped softly when the Master pulled out, his cheek pressed against the bed. He wanted to ask for more, but he didn't.
Voldemort cast Lavare to clean himself and climbed into the bed and lay back, staring at the ceiling.
Harry waited a few more moments, chewing on his lip in the silence before he boldly moved up on the bed and crawled over to Voldemort, stopping next to him. "Can I come?"
Voldemort looked startled, like he had forgotten Harry was there. He frowned and then nodded, "I suppose a good whore deserves his reward." He waved his hand and the binding on Harry's cock eased enough for his release.
Harry moaned as he came, feeling a little more pleasure than usual because he didn't have to wait for a very long time to come. He lay down on the bed without thinking and curled up. Voldemort didn't tell him to move and Harry actually managed more rest than he had received in such a long time.
***
Harry had continued to see Healer Dodson. Without the threat of Draco being taken from him, Harry seemed to be relaxing and talking more with her. Yet, it was still Draco he felt most comfortable telling his nightmares to. Draco who he felt understood him.
Draco had taken portions of Harry's file from St Mungo’s and never returned them. He updated the record for his own use but, for Harry's sake, felt it would be better if there weren't a record of all the things he had told Draco.
The blond was sitting at the desk in the study when he heard the knock on the front door. Harry was in the sitting room, but he didn't think it good he be alone with anyone who came to the door, so Draco went to answer it.
Harry looked up from where he sat, glancing curiously at the door. He didn't remember Draco telling him about any visitors today. Usually they knew the day before so that Harry had time to prepare himself.
Draco closed the door to the sitting room so that whoever it was wouldn't see Harry unless they were invited in. Then he opened the front door.
Remus Lupin stood there. His eyes narrowed a bit but he nodded. "Malfoy, I heard you were living here," he said gruffly.
"I am," Draco answered, but didn't open the door further.
"I would like to see Harry," Remus said, looking over Draco's shoulder.
Draco frowned. "Wait here and I will see if he is available," he said and closed the door, leaving the man standing on the front steps. He took a deep breath and stuck his head into the sitting room to check on Harry.
"Who is it?" Harry asked, uncurling his legs and getting up.
"Remus Lupin," Draco said softly. "He wants to talk to you."
Harry nodded slowly, remembering his old teacher. "Okay, I haven't seen him in a long time."
"Do you want to talk with him alone or do you want me in the room?" Draco asked.
Harry bit his lip softly, thinking it over. "I want you in the room, too," he said, nodding firmly.
"As you wish," Draco said, smiling and then returning to the door. Lupin looked annoyed but came in and Draco took his coat, hanging it up nearby before showing the older man into the sitting room.
"Harry," Remus said, glancing nervously at Draco. "It is so good to see you."
Harry looked a little nervous as well, more so because he wasn't sure of what Remus would be expecting when he saw him. "It's good to see you, too," he said softly, stepping closer and holding out a hand for him to shake.
Remus' eyes seemed shiny as he took Harry's hand and then drew him closer into a kind of awkward hug.
Harry tensed for a moment before he relaxed, sliding an arm around Remus to hug him back.
Remus' breath hitched in a kind of sob and he wiped his eyes as he stepped back from the hug. "Last time I saw you, you didn't even know who I was," he whispered.
"I'm sorry," Harry said, feeling ashamed for that.
"No, Harry, it's okay, I understand," Remus said.
"You are welcome to sit," Draco said from near the door. "I have told the elf to bring us tea."
"Kreacher," Harry corrected out of habit, turning to walk back into the room to sit down.
Remus sat down in a nearby chair and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "So tell me how things have been for you, Harry," he prompted.
"They've been good," Harry said, sitting down across from Remus. "I've been getting better. One day I hope I'll be normal again, or at least somewhat okay.”
Draco smirked at Harry's correction and came to sit near him on the sofa.
Remus glanced uncomfortably at Draco as if nervous about his presence. "What changed?" he asked. "Hermione sent me an owl telling me that you were here now. What happened?"
Harry glanced at Draco as well, smiling softly. "Draco happened," he whispered.
Remus' eyes grew wide and he looked confused. "I ... I don't understand."
"He was my Healer," Harry said, blushing a little at his obvious confusion. "He helped me talk about what happened."
"Was your Healer? What is he now?" Remus asked, glancing again at Draco, clearly uncomfortable asking with the man sitting there.
"My ... my lover," Harry murmured, biting his lip.
Remus blushed too, and Draco smiled. Remus opened his mouth and then seemed to think better of it and closed it again. After a minute he seemed to come to some decision and nodded.
"Thank you," Harry said softly, grateful that he just accepted it without any anger.
"I understand we all have to move on," Remus said, a little sadly. "I am glad of whatever, and whoever," he said, looking at Draco, "that is helping you."
Kreacher arrived with tea, muttering about werewolves as he did. Draco poured for all three of them, handing their guest his cup and then serving Harry.
"What are you doing these days?" Draco asked.
"I am teaching at Hogwarts," Remus answered. "Headmistress McGonagall rehired me when the school opened again."
"Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Harry asked, taking a small sip of his tea.
"Yes, and head of Gryffindor House," Remus answered with a smile.
The thought of that made Harry grin, something that rarely happened. He felt almost normal talking like this. "That's great, Remus."
"Did you hear there are plans for a memorial to honour those who died in the war?" Remus asked.
Harry shook his head, having not been reading the newspaper as often as Draco. "When?"
"It's still in the planning stages and there are arguments about whose names will be listed," Remus explained.
"Why are there arguments?" Harry asked, frowning.
"Well," Remus looked upset, hands fidgeting in his lap, "some people's bodies were never found. It's presumed they died in the war but they are still listed as missing. Like ... like Tonks."
Harry's frown deepened as the mention of Tonks brought up something familiar in his mind, but he couldn't tell what yet. "They didn't find anything?"
Remus shivered. "No, the Order thinks Death Eaters caught her and killed her in retaliation for the raid that killed Lucius ....” Remus froze, his eyes widening when he realised he had just said that in front of Draco Malfoy.
Draco's hand shook and he did his best to put the teacup down before he spilled the tea. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Harry flinched visibly at the words, setting his cup down with a trembling hand. That sounded much too familiar and it was scaring Harry. It was scaring him a lot. "But there ... there must've been something ....” He paused when it all suddenly came rushing back at once, making him gasp out loud as he went still. He remembered her being dragged in, the screams, how he tried to help her .... Harry covered his ears and shook his head, hearing Tonks' screams loud in his ears as if he were back there.
Draco was pulled out of his own reaction by Harry's behaviour, moving to his side quickly. "Harry, what is it?"
But Harry couldn't hear Draco's words. All he could hear was Tonks' screams of agony. He wanted to help, he did, but he couldn't, he couldn't get away. ”Stop it," he moaned, shaking violently.
Remus reached for Harry but Draco moved between them and got to his knees in front of Harry. "Harry, it's Draco, I am right here and you are safe," he said firmly. "Tell me what you are remembering. It's the past, not now."
"They're hurting her," Harry whispered, angry tears running down his face. "I can't stop it!”
"Hurting Tonks?" Draco asked. Remus was quiet behind him.
"She's screaming so much," Harry sobbed, sliding down off the sofa and curling up tightly into himself on the floor.
Draco laid his hand on the small of Harry's back, lightly, so that he could feel him but not so much that it felt like someone trying to grab him. "The Death Eaters?"
And just as quickly as the screams began they were done, and it was quieter in Harry's head. Not completely silent; he could hear the few Death Eaters' laughs, and then he heard Voldemort's command to have her burned. "They ... they burned her body," Harry whispered.
Draco shivered and nodded. "So she is dead, you saw it," he said. Behind him he heard Remus quietly begin to sob.
Harry covered his face with his hands, feeling the anger and frustration that he felt that night. The worst part was that his memory didn't stop then, it kept racing throughout his mind creating chaos. It was almost as if Remus mentioning Tonks was the missing piece of the puzzle that made everything work again. He wasn't sure if he liked it or not. At the moment he didn't.
"Keep talking Harry, tell me what you are remembering," Draco encouraged softly, rubbing his hand in a small circle on his lover's back.
Harry shook his head, not wanting to talk about anything more. Especially not in front of Remus like this.
Draco glanced between Harry and Remus. "Maybe you could come back another day," he said softly to the older man.
Tears were running down Remus' cheeks and he blinked, startled. "Oh," he whispered.
Harry forced himself to sit up and turn towards Remus, his eyes blurry with tears as he got up and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him. "I'm so sorry," he said quickly before pulling away and turning to run out of the room and upstairs.
"Harry," Remus whispered, watching him leave.
Draco had no time to spare to deal with Lupin. "I need to take care of him," he said, and followed Harry, leaving Remus in the sitting room.