Just Let Me Die
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Voldemort
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Adult
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14
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30,565
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40
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Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Harry had been reported missing to Voldemort within an hour of his escape and needless to say he was furious. He had immediately ordered his return dead or alive and he blamed it on Dumbledore. Several death eaters lost their lives to his fury whilst the disappearance of Hermione and Ron was barely noticed. Malfoy received no funeral Voldemort lit him up in flames before chucking his ashes out of the window.
Dumbledore treated the lack of extra death eater activity with extreme caution and stopped all unnecessary outings out of Grimmauld place. Hermione and Ron were according to Madame Pomfrey ‘recovering nicely’ but no one except her and Dumbledore had seen them. Hermione had not spoken since she had woken up of her experiences to anyone and instead had bottled up her emotions. It saddened Dumbledore that she had been through such torment that she could not talk to him.
Hermione had only spoken to make sure her friends were ok but that was when Madame Pomfrey had woken her…
“Wha…where am I?”
“You have been rescued and are currently in a room at Grimmauld place. Can you remember anything that happened to you?”
“Partly, how did I get here?”
“Professor Dumbledore saved you and your friend Mr Weasley.”
“Okay then.”
“How do you feel?”
“Tired.”
“Well I need to go check on Mr Weasley so you can have a little nap I’ll be back to check on you later.”
“Ok then.” Hermione answered turning over painfully onto her side and closing her eyes. “Wait!” She sat bolt upright ignoring the pain that shot through her like a bullet.
“Yes?” Madame Pomfrey queried.
“Harry! Where’s Harry?”
“We…we didn’t find him.” She replied resignedly.
“What!…No!”
“I’m sorry Miss Granger, we have no choice but to presume that he is de…”
“NO! He is alive, I’ve seen him.”
“What?”
“Whilst I was there I saw him.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
“Wait a minute I’ll go fetch Dumbledore.” and she left the room hurriedly leaving Hermione to ponder on the fate of her best friend.
In her mind she kept repeating the last time she saw Harry, he was being carried away by a couple death eaters, and he was barely breathing.
Ron on the other hand, had begun to recover from his paralysis after Madame Pomfrey had healed it with magic. But he still had to regain full control over his limbs. His pain had subsided but without any people he felt he could talk to he bottled up like Hermione with one exception-he still had more of an appetite than her.
Harry still lay on the bed that he had been placed in, and somewhere within the black of his mind he realised he was safe but he was too far gone to realise that he could come back. His rescuer regularly fed him, washed him and changed his clothes. He cared for Harry very gently but firmly. It wasn’t until a month of this caring that he was rewarded for his troubles. Whilst he was changing Harry’s clothes, Harry whispered his first word in years.
“Kill…”
“What did they do to you Harry? What did they do?” The tall man said to the small man in his arms as a small tear ran down his cheek.
Harry had been reported missing to Voldemort within an hour of his escape and needless to say he was furious. He had immediately ordered his return dead or alive and he blamed it on Dumbledore. Several death eaters lost their lives to his fury whilst the disappearance of Hermione and Ron was barely noticed. Malfoy received no funeral Voldemort lit him up in flames before chucking his ashes out of the window.
Dumbledore treated the lack of extra death eater activity with extreme caution and stopped all unnecessary outings out of Grimmauld place. Hermione and Ron were according to Madame Pomfrey ‘recovering nicely’ but no one except her and Dumbledore had seen them. Hermione had not spoken since she had woken up of her experiences to anyone and instead had bottled up her emotions. It saddened Dumbledore that she had been through such torment that she could not talk to him.
Hermione had only spoken to make sure her friends were ok but that was when Madame Pomfrey had woken her…
“Wha…where am I?”
“You have been rescued and are currently in a room at Grimmauld place. Can you remember anything that happened to you?”
“Partly, how did I get here?”
“Professor Dumbledore saved you and your friend Mr Weasley.”
“Okay then.”
“How do you feel?”
“Tired.”
“Well I need to go check on Mr Weasley so you can have a little nap I’ll be back to check on you later.”
“Ok then.” Hermione answered turning over painfully onto her side and closing her eyes. “Wait!” She sat bolt upright ignoring the pain that shot through her like a bullet.
“Yes?” Madame Pomfrey queried.
“Harry! Where’s Harry?”
“We…we didn’t find him.” She replied resignedly.
“What!…No!”
“I’m sorry Miss Granger, we have no choice but to presume that he is de…”
“NO! He is alive, I’ve seen him.”
“What?”
“Whilst I was there I saw him.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
“Wait a minute I’ll go fetch Dumbledore.” and she left the room hurriedly leaving Hermione to ponder on the fate of her best friend.
In her mind she kept repeating the last time she saw Harry, he was being carried away by a couple death eaters, and he was barely breathing.
Ron on the other hand, had begun to recover from his paralysis after Madame Pomfrey had healed it with magic. But he still had to regain full control over his limbs. His pain had subsided but without any people he felt he could talk to he bottled up like Hermione with one exception-he still had more of an appetite than her.
Harry still lay on the bed that he had been placed in, and somewhere within the black of his mind he realised he was safe but he was too far gone to realise that he could come back. His rescuer regularly fed him, washed him and changed his clothes. He cared for Harry very gently but firmly. It wasn’t until a month of this caring that he was rewarded for his troubles. Whilst he was changing Harry’s clothes, Harry whispered his first word in years.
“Kill…”
“What did they do to you Harry? What did they do?” The tall man said to the small man in his arms as a small tear ran down his cheek.