Burning Man

Part 6



Harry slowly looked up, he was somewhere else. Somewhere far from where he originally should have been. He remembered bars, his wife, oh god! His wife! He shot up, groaning as pain shot up his right arm. It was still broken and he was still in a place he didn’t want to be. He was in a small room with a bed and bars on the window next to him. He looked to the door and froze, he didn’t want to look at the wall across from him. Did not. But he did anyway, short luxurious red hair hung in bloody clumps. Blood dripped from a head wound down his neck, making a long trail down his muscled chest, down to his naked toes.



“You have really good taste in men,” Dudley nodded admiringly from the door. Harry lunged towards him but the chain snapped and he stood there, growling, still reaching for his cousin that was just out of reach.



“You know, wizards are a lot easier to catch than I thought. Just have to wait long enough,” Dudley looked back to Ron.



“Leave him alone, please. Haven’t you done enough?” Harry let his arm fall to cradle his arm.



“You really shouldn’t have hurt yourself cousin. It almost pains me to see you so damaged,” Dudley looked back at the other, Harry narrowed his eyes in return.



“Let him go. He has a wife, children...people that care about him. He has done nothing. I’m the only one you want. I can’t stand this anymore,” Harry pleaded.



“Harry? Mate? Where are we?” Ron’s voice sounded groggy as he slowly lifted his head, his arms tensing as he realized they were chained above his head.



“No Harry, no. I don’t think we’re done yet,” Dudley walked up to Ron and grabbed his chin, forcing his dark cobalt blue eyes to focus on him. He smirked up at the still dazed man and looked over at Harry.



“Does he know? I bet he doesn’t,” Dudley murmured, cold fear crashed over Harry as he realized what Dudley was about to do.



“Leave him alone,” his voice hissed low and dangerous.



“That is not the way to save your best mate from a predator Mr. Potter,” Dudley lightly ran his fingers up and down Ron’s neck.



“Harry, is this bloke your cousin?” Ron looked past the man in front of him to Harry.



“Yes, I’m Harry’s raping, beating, abusing, murdering cousin,” Dudley grinned up at the redhead.



“I-” Ron started.



“Shush, I would do what you’re told if I were you,” Dudley turned and crossed his arms over his barrel chest as he looked his cousin over.



“What the fuc-” Ron started shouting.



“Ron! Please!” Harry shouted above the other who slowly calmed down.



“Now that we have that piece over, let’s continue shall we? Ronald Weasley. You’ve been best mates with my cousin since you both were 11 and he married your baby sister. Did you know that Harry Potter is a deviant? He has been fucked by men, sucked them off-” Dudley started, his eyes still on Harry.



“Stop it! Please, just stop it,” Harry shouted above Dudley’s calm drone.



“Show him the scars, now that they’ve appeared again,” Dudley gestured, walking out the door and out, leaving it tantalizingly open.



“Harry? Where are we? How do we get out of this mate?” Ron pleaded, looking back to his best friend.



“I’m sorry Ron. I’m so sorry,” Harry went back to the bed and sat down slowly.



“Look mate, we’ll get out of this like we always do,” Ron started.



“Stop! We aren’t going to get out of this until my cousin is done. We’re dead Ron. Dead,” Harry looked over at the one person he’s ever completely trusted the entire time he’s known him.



“Look, Hermione will come for us. She’s smart you know? She’ll get here in time,” Ron

argued.



“Ginny’s dead. She is dead. We’re not getting out of this,” Harry shook his head.



“What? Dead? That bastard!” Ron started shouting for Dudley to come back so he could rip him apart.



“Ron! He’s insane...he’s making me insane, I can’t...think straight,” Harry shook his head, tears starting to well up in his eyes.



“Harry, mate? Stay with me, we will get out of this. Hermione will be here,” Ron explained calmly.



“She’s not going to be here. At least not before you die. Look, Ron...there’s a few things I haven’t told you about. A few things that I’ve always kept from you,” Harry stood up and turned around, slowly lifting his shirt to reveal the mess of scar tissue that made up his back.



“Oh god...he did that to you?” Disgust and horror filled Ron’s voice as he looked away from the sight, Harry turned back around.



“When we were younger. I was always good at hiding stuff like that. I didn’t know what else to do. Dumbledore wanted to keep me at my aunt and uncle’s. He wouldn’t listen to me even after Dudley got really bad. I couldn’t stop it until I got out. I left and never looked back. But he’s so much worse now. Ron, please-” Harry breathed.



“Well, isn’t that touching, finally lil’ Harry owns up to his upbringing.



“You-” Ron started.



“Enough with the threats. It gets old. Now, Harry, you killed your wife, now you’re going to kill your best friend to,” Dudley held out a sledgehammer, handle to him.



“You said he killed Ginny!” Ron shouted as Harry took the heavy, dirt encrusted hammer.



“He poisoned her! I couldn’t let her die like that,” Harry shook his head, lifting the hammer up.



“Kill him. Do it,” Dudley gestured to Ron.



“I won’t,” Harry stepped back to the opposite wall, dragging the long hammer with him.



“Do it or I do what I did to you. I am going to rape him and brand him and beat him until he’s dead. I’ve done it before, I can do it again,” Dudley shrugged.



“You touch him and I will use this hammer on you, beat your fucking head into pulp,” Harry threatened.



“Do it Harry. It’s the best for him, save him from what you know I’ll do to him,” Dudley walked towards the door. “You have half an hour.” He said before shutting the door lightly behind him.



“Swing the hammer at the chains, break them,” Ron hurriedly whispered, struggling against them.



“I can barely raise this above my head, my arm’s broken,” Harry stood up, pulling weakly at the hammer.



“Do you want to get the fuck out of here? Do it Harry!” Ron shouted. Harry nodded and gathered all the strength he could before lifting the hammer. He cried out as he hefted the hammer at the chains, smashing Ron’s fingers as the chains broke. He fell to the floor, holding his broken fingers to his chest as he panted heavily, trying to control the pain.



“Are you alright?” Harry kneeled before the other.



“Yeah, I will be,” Ron slowly got to his feet with Harry’s help.



“Here, swing it at that chain,” Ron gestured to the chain attached to Harry’s collar. It was pulled through the wall and could be retracted at any time. Harry slowly pulled the sledgehammer to him again. Door opened and Dudley grabbed the hammer from his hand, his other hand wrapped around Ron’s upper arm.



“That wasn’t a smart move,” Dudley hissed, pulling Ron away from Harry as the chain got shorter, forcing him back to the bed.



“Harry, I think it’s time your mate really knows the feeling of pain,” Dudley hissed, grabbing Ron’s arms and forcing them behind him as he made him kneel.



“Don’t!” Harry shouted, struggling against his chain.



“It’s alright Harry. She’ll be here,” Ron looked up at Dudley, a peaceful expression on his face as Dudley swung the sledgehammer at his head.