Even If You Are An Inch From Death
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,289
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
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.
Remus
Remus
Harry felt too weak to move over to the next curtain, so was forced to crawl across the stone floor by the hand grasping his hair. Only did it release when they had stopped in front of the third curtain that was to the right of Ron’s cell.
As the third glass wall was revealed Harry pulled himself up to see yet another new scene. Remus Lupin had already been brought into his cell and had been strapped down onto a table that was tilted slightly up so that Harry and Voldemort could clearly see the Werewolf. Like Ron, Remus had also been stripped down to just his shorts allowing his multiple scars to shimmer in the torchlight.
Harry watched as Remus surveyed his prison, testing the restraints and slightly sniffing at what the three Death Eater’s were doing over in a left hand corner, huddled around a fiery cauldron. Harry saw his ex-professor tense at whatever he could smell, and Harry knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
Remus set his head back down and looked directly in front of him, almost staring straight at Harry.
“Can Remus see me?” Harry was almost afraid of the answer, but he had to know.
Harry waited for the chuckle again at his pitiful question, yet none came, only his answer.
“No. What we are looking through is a one-way mirror. We are able to see your friends while they watch themselves suffer their execution.”
The tears were back. If that were true, then Hermione had had to watch as the flame quickly grew before consuming her body, he could still hear her screams. And Ron had to witness as his own body was cut up, from head to toe, the redheads raspy breathing still echoed in the room Harry was in also.
And now Remus was positioned just so he would be able to watch whatever was about to happen to him.
“Before the torment starts on your Werewolf friend here, Harry, I’m going to tell you a few things.” Harry didn’t look away from Remus but listened to the Dark Lord nonetheless.
“To prevent Unicorn’s from being attacked by Werewolves, the Unicorn Blood acts as silver does to one of those beasts – this is why the blood of a Unicorn is silver in the first place. Now even though it will burn horribly through a Werewolves blood stream it still gives the desired effect of being unable to die. That was why I had to think carefully of your pet wolf and his execution.”
Harry turned around to face Voldemort. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only was Remus going to suffer through the pain of silver blood being inserted directly into his bloodstream, but also some added torture on top of that.
Voldemort continued, “Lupin here is a creature, a beast, not a regular human, that is why his treatment will be less… traditional compared to your other friends and allies here. This was one I designed for his purpose alone.”
Harry felt that rage bubbling again, the Crucio not having dissipated it entirely, but he was able to keep some sort of control over it.
“Don’t you dare call Remus a creature or a beast! If anyone around here deserves those names, its YOU! Remus may turn into a Werewolf once a month, but at least he doesn’t go around killing people, even if it is in his nature, or attempt to kill them and not let them die. You are DISGUSTING.”
The only reprimand Harry got that time was a backhand to the cheek, strong enough to send him tumbling back down to the ground. Through the pain, though, Harry couldn’t help but smile at being able to insult the Dark Lord.
Again Voldemort grabbed a fistful of Harry’s hair and made him stand back up so he was able to watch Remus. “They’re about to start.”
After the involuntary flinch Remus made when they inserted the silver needle into his elbow, Harry couldn’t help but shudder at the heart wrenching scream that filled the confined area when the Unicorn Blood started pumping into Remus’ blood system. He thrashed about and used all of his unnatural strength to get out of his confines just to relieve the pain cursing through his body. Because of this preoccupation Remus had on the silver blood, he never noticed what came next, but Harry did.
This time Harry himself couldn’t hold back his own scream when he finally saw what was in the cauldron, now being levitated over where Remus was strapped. Bubbling, like lava would do at the bottom of a volcano, was molten silver, intense heat reducing it down to a liquid form.
The first small ladleful was poured onto the bare flesh of Remus’ stomach. Harry saw as those amber eyes widened in realisation and struggling was renewed with more force, born out of desperation. From the molten silver connecting to the physical form of a werewolf, it began to steam, rising up and away from Remus’ stomach. The three Death Eater’s, Voldemort and Harry all watched in amazement as it slowly began to eat away at Remus, devouring whatever it touched. Remus started to convulse.
The Death Eater’s continued pouring the silver over fresh parts of Remus’ skin, trickling it down his arms and legs from the ladle and splashing it onto his chest so that some of the spray hit his face. The Unicorn Blood pulled Remus out of the convulsions and he began to scream again.
Once of the Death Eater’s used this chance to pour a small ladleful down his throat.
Remus stopped screaming.
The molten silver began to eat away at his throat, the extreme heat and silver reaction making it impossible for the Werewolf to scream… or even breath.
Unfortunately the Unicorn Blood kept him alive.
Harry watched the silver burn through Remus’ neck leaving a blackened hole for all to see, and that was when Harry vomited again. He could not begin to imagine just how much pain and suffering Remus was going through.
This was horrible.
Harry’s friend shouldn’t have been forced into this, to feel this pain, this torment, this torture, these inhuman acts of revenge. And what was it all for? Because Harry had once been a babe who survived ‘Avada Kedavra’.
The tears were back but this time he couldn’t hold them in anymore and they poured freely down his face.
With the remaining of the molten silver, the Death Eater’s dripped a little into each of Remus’ eyes, hollowing out the sockets and leaving them black and useless. Fluid of any kind was able to trickle from the identical pits in Remus’ face, the silver having eaten away at everything from the Werewolf.
The cauldron was put aside and Harry took one last glance at the open cavity of Remus’ chest the silver had caused. It was impossible for any air to reach his exposed lungs but Harry could still see that his heart was pumping what little blood he had left, along with the Unicorn Blood that everyone thought to be pure, but were indeed wrong.
Harry felt too weak to move over to the next curtain, so was forced to crawl across the stone floor by the hand grasping his hair. Only did it release when they had stopped in front of the third curtain that was to the right of Ron’s cell.
As the third glass wall was revealed Harry pulled himself up to see yet another new scene. Remus Lupin had already been brought into his cell and had been strapped down onto a table that was tilted slightly up so that Harry and Voldemort could clearly see the Werewolf. Like Ron, Remus had also been stripped down to just his shorts allowing his multiple scars to shimmer in the torchlight.
Harry watched as Remus surveyed his prison, testing the restraints and slightly sniffing at what the three Death Eater’s were doing over in a left hand corner, huddled around a fiery cauldron. Harry saw his ex-professor tense at whatever he could smell, and Harry knew that whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
Remus set his head back down and looked directly in front of him, almost staring straight at Harry.
“Can Remus see me?” Harry was almost afraid of the answer, but he had to know.
Harry waited for the chuckle again at his pitiful question, yet none came, only his answer.
“No. What we are looking through is a one-way mirror. We are able to see your friends while they watch themselves suffer their execution.”
The tears were back. If that were true, then Hermione had had to watch as the flame quickly grew before consuming her body, he could still hear her screams. And Ron had to witness as his own body was cut up, from head to toe, the redheads raspy breathing still echoed in the room Harry was in also.
And now Remus was positioned just so he would be able to watch whatever was about to happen to him.
“Before the torment starts on your Werewolf friend here, Harry, I’m going to tell you a few things.” Harry didn’t look away from Remus but listened to the Dark Lord nonetheless.
“To prevent Unicorn’s from being attacked by Werewolves, the Unicorn Blood acts as silver does to one of those beasts – this is why the blood of a Unicorn is silver in the first place. Now even though it will burn horribly through a Werewolves blood stream it still gives the desired effect of being unable to die. That was why I had to think carefully of your pet wolf and his execution.”
Harry turned around to face Voldemort. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only was Remus going to suffer through the pain of silver blood being inserted directly into his bloodstream, but also some added torture on top of that.
Voldemort continued, “Lupin here is a creature, a beast, not a regular human, that is why his treatment will be less… traditional compared to your other friends and allies here. This was one I designed for his purpose alone.”
Harry felt that rage bubbling again, the Crucio not having dissipated it entirely, but he was able to keep some sort of control over it.
“Don’t you dare call Remus a creature or a beast! If anyone around here deserves those names, its YOU! Remus may turn into a Werewolf once a month, but at least he doesn’t go around killing people, even if it is in his nature, or attempt to kill them and not let them die. You are DISGUSTING.”
The only reprimand Harry got that time was a backhand to the cheek, strong enough to send him tumbling back down to the ground. Through the pain, though, Harry couldn’t help but smile at being able to insult the Dark Lord.
Again Voldemort grabbed a fistful of Harry’s hair and made him stand back up so he was able to watch Remus. “They’re about to start.”
After the involuntary flinch Remus made when they inserted the silver needle into his elbow, Harry couldn’t help but shudder at the heart wrenching scream that filled the confined area when the Unicorn Blood started pumping into Remus’ blood system. He thrashed about and used all of his unnatural strength to get out of his confines just to relieve the pain cursing through his body. Because of this preoccupation Remus had on the silver blood, he never noticed what came next, but Harry did.
This time Harry himself couldn’t hold back his own scream when he finally saw what was in the cauldron, now being levitated over where Remus was strapped. Bubbling, like lava would do at the bottom of a volcano, was molten silver, intense heat reducing it down to a liquid form.
The first small ladleful was poured onto the bare flesh of Remus’ stomach. Harry saw as those amber eyes widened in realisation and struggling was renewed with more force, born out of desperation. From the molten silver connecting to the physical form of a werewolf, it began to steam, rising up and away from Remus’ stomach. The three Death Eater’s, Voldemort and Harry all watched in amazement as it slowly began to eat away at Remus, devouring whatever it touched. Remus started to convulse.
The Death Eater’s continued pouring the silver over fresh parts of Remus’ skin, trickling it down his arms and legs from the ladle and splashing it onto his chest so that some of the spray hit his face. The Unicorn Blood pulled Remus out of the convulsions and he began to scream again.
Once of the Death Eater’s used this chance to pour a small ladleful down his throat.
Remus stopped screaming.
The molten silver began to eat away at his throat, the extreme heat and silver reaction making it impossible for the Werewolf to scream… or even breath.
Unfortunately the Unicorn Blood kept him alive.
Harry watched the silver burn through Remus’ neck leaving a blackened hole for all to see, and that was when Harry vomited again. He could not begin to imagine just how much pain and suffering Remus was going through.
This was horrible.
Harry’s friend shouldn’t have been forced into this, to feel this pain, this torment, this torture, these inhuman acts of revenge. And what was it all for? Because Harry had once been a babe who survived ‘Avada Kedavra’.
The tears were back but this time he couldn’t hold them in anymore and they poured freely down his face.
With the remaining of the molten silver, the Death Eater’s dripped a little into each of Remus’ eyes, hollowing out the sockets and leaving them black and useless. Fluid of any kind was able to trickle from the identical pits in Remus’ face, the silver having eaten away at everything from the Werewolf.
The cauldron was put aside and Harry took one last glance at the open cavity of Remus’ chest the silver had caused. It was impossible for any air to reach his exposed lungs but Harry could still see that his heart was pumping what little blood he had left, along with the Unicorn Blood that everyone thought to be pure, but were indeed wrong.