Even If You Are An Inch From Death
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,302
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
Hagrid
Hagrid
Feeling sick and tired of the show Dumbledore was putting on, Voldemort led a now quiet and despondent Harry over to the sixth curtain.
In the background they could still hear Hermione’s screams (Harry figured that there must be some sort of charm to keep the fire from devouring her vocal cords), Ron’s gasps, Remus’ thumping heart, Severus’ gurgling and now Dumbledore’s choking. Harry wanted to be sick again.
Slowly looking up, the curtain was drawn across the viewing window to look upon a completely empty room. This didn’t placate Harry; he knew it would start soon.
Whilst he was standing there, Harry noticed that the door on the far wall, this time, was much larger than all the others had been. That could only mean one thing.
“Hagrid…” he whispered.
Voldemort heard the lone word and manically grinned at the green-eyed boy.
“Correct, Harry. And I have a perfect execution for the very first friend you ever had…”
Harry didn’t respond to his tormentor, he knew that Voldemort would think of something else just as gruesome and ironic as his other friends.
Eventually the huge door was swung open with a loud bang and five Death Eater’s entered, all of them having to use a combined Levitation Charm to bring Hagrid with them.
He seemed to be unscathed, yet unconscious. Harry figured that this would have been the only way they could control the very strong half-giant.
As soon as they entered the cell, Hagrid was dropped heavily to the stone floor, causing dust to rise due to the impact.
While he was still unconscious, Harry saw four of the five Death Eaters conjure some thick rubber tubing that was bound around Hagrid’s upper arms and legs. Then, with the use of a few well-placed Severing charms, all four of Hagrid’s limbs were removed.
“Due to your friends unhuman strength, I had to modify this next execution. You see if we allowed your giant friend the use of his arms and legs he would quickly stop his demise from happening.”
“So what’s with the rubber ties?” Harry managed to croak out.
Voldemort smiled again. “A ridiculous muggle movie gave me the idea. It is called a tourniquet. This prevents our half-giant from bleeding too much before the fun begins.”
Harry found it very difficult to swallow; thinking that this wasn’t all Hagrid was going to suffer through. At least he had the mercy of being unconscious during that part, but Harry knew it wasn’t really mercy; instead it would be the only way to stop Hagrid from crushing them while they did the task.
Right before Hagrid was brought back to the land of wakefulness, the fifth Death Eater inserted a much larger IV into Hagrid’s neck before making it over to the door, where the other four were standing. A final whispered spell and Hagrid’s black eyes began to blink open.
It was then that Harry noticed that there was another, shorter door positioned along the back wall, much shorted than even a normal door would be. Distracted by the second door, Harry didn’t see the five Death Eater’s leave the cell, something that they hadn't done yet with the others.
There was barely a moment of anticipation filled with Hagrid’s groans of pain before the short door was opened, sliding up into the wall.
From out of the door came six vicious looking dogs, three leopards, a bear, five wolves, two lions, three hyenas and a crocodile. If it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation, Harry would have thought the circus had come to town.
As soon as the parade of savage animals entered the cell, they seemed to scent out the blood in the air and began to attack the huge man. Without his limbs, Hagrid twisted and thrashed, trying to throw off the hungry animals, but they inevitably began to tear at his flesh.
“I had thought about using some of the magical beasts that your giant-friend tended to adore, such as Hippogriffs, Chimaeras, Griffins, Acromantulas, Dragons, Manticores, Quintapeds and Werewolves… you know, the meat eating creatures. But then I decided to stick with the muggle versions. You friend really did love all sorts of beasts.”
Harry listened to the offhanded sort of way Voldemort was listing off various creatures, as if he was talking to a pet shop owner, rather than discussing what would or would not devour the limbless Hagrid.
“And now you have the beasts eating Hagrid.”
Harry’s voice had become rather dull and lifeless, no longer able to insult the reptilian man nor beg to stop another person’s pain. He didn’t want to accept it, but there was nothing he could do to stop this from happening to his very first friend he ever had, just like there was nothing he could do to stop Hermione from being burned at the stake, Ron from receiving death by a thousand cuts, Remus melted by molten silver, Severus being boiled alive and Dumbledore from being hung.
Voldemort smiled down at the boy’s change in attitude.
“That’s right, Harry. Don’t you love watching as that male lion tears into the giant’s chest, or that the hyenas are working together to finish off what’s left of his right arm? Or even the dogs, which have already removed the longest set of intestines I have ever seen.”
But this was apparently the wrong thing to say.
“Do I love watching this?” Harry whispered in a deadly calm voice. “All of this is a completely unnecessary. I can understand, now, why you want revenge on the muggles, but all of this,” Harry waved his chained arms at the windows, voice rising, “is only because you want revenge on me! I’m not stupid Voldemort. Because you couldn’t kill me as a baby, you have made up this stupid game just to hurt me.”
Voldemort looked down at Harry. For the first time that night there was no form of expression on his face – morbid glee, or blind hatred.
“You’re right,” Voldemort began. “It’s because of you that I devised all of this. Because no matter what I do, I just cannot defeat you. But right now isn’t the time for the game to end. There is just one more curtain, and after that we will find out who has won…”
Voldemort turned then and walked over to the final curtain, leaving Harry for one final moment staring at Hagrid as one of the leopards stood on what was left of Hagrid’s chest, and ripped open his stomach, spilling the contents of Hagrid’s last meal.
Feeling sick and tired of the show Dumbledore was putting on, Voldemort led a now quiet and despondent Harry over to the sixth curtain.
In the background they could still hear Hermione’s screams (Harry figured that there must be some sort of charm to keep the fire from devouring her vocal cords), Ron’s gasps, Remus’ thumping heart, Severus’ gurgling and now Dumbledore’s choking. Harry wanted to be sick again.
Slowly looking up, the curtain was drawn across the viewing window to look upon a completely empty room. This didn’t placate Harry; he knew it would start soon.
Whilst he was standing there, Harry noticed that the door on the far wall, this time, was much larger than all the others had been. That could only mean one thing.
“Hagrid…” he whispered.
Voldemort heard the lone word and manically grinned at the green-eyed boy.
“Correct, Harry. And I have a perfect execution for the very first friend you ever had…”
Harry didn’t respond to his tormentor, he knew that Voldemort would think of something else just as gruesome and ironic as his other friends.
Eventually the huge door was swung open with a loud bang and five Death Eater’s entered, all of them having to use a combined Levitation Charm to bring Hagrid with them.
He seemed to be unscathed, yet unconscious. Harry figured that this would have been the only way they could control the very strong half-giant.
As soon as they entered the cell, Hagrid was dropped heavily to the stone floor, causing dust to rise due to the impact.
While he was still unconscious, Harry saw four of the five Death Eaters conjure some thick rubber tubing that was bound around Hagrid’s upper arms and legs. Then, with the use of a few well-placed Severing charms, all four of Hagrid’s limbs were removed.
“Due to your friends unhuman strength, I had to modify this next execution. You see if we allowed your giant friend the use of his arms and legs he would quickly stop his demise from happening.”
“So what’s with the rubber ties?” Harry managed to croak out.
Voldemort smiled again. “A ridiculous muggle movie gave me the idea. It is called a tourniquet. This prevents our half-giant from bleeding too much before the fun begins.”
Harry found it very difficult to swallow; thinking that this wasn’t all Hagrid was going to suffer through. At least he had the mercy of being unconscious during that part, but Harry knew it wasn’t really mercy; instead it would be the only way to stop Hagrid from crushing them while they did the task.
Right before Hagrid was brought back to the land of wakefulness, the fifth Death Eater inserted a much larger IV into Hagrid’s neck before making it over to the door, where the other four were standing. A final whispered spell and Hagrid’s black eyes began to blink open.
It was then that Harry noticed that there was another, shorter door positioned along the back wall, much shorted than even a normal door would be. Distracted by the second door, Harry didn’t see the five Death Eater’s leave the cell, something that they hadn't done yet with the others.
There was barely a moment of anticipation filled with Hagrid’s groans of pain before the short door was opened, sliding up into the wall.
From out of the door came six vicious looking dogs, three leopards, a bear, five wolves, two lions, three hyenas and a crocodile. If it weren’t for the seriousness of the situation, Harry would have thought the circus had come to town.
As soon as the parade of savage animals entered the cell, they seemed to scent out the blood in the air and began to attack the huge man. Without his limbs, Hagrid twisted and thrashed, trying to throw off the hungry animals, but they inevitably began to tear at his flesh.
“I had thought about using some of the magical beasts that your giant-friend tended to adore, such as Hippogriffs, Chimaeras, Griffins, Acromantulas, Dragons, Manticores, Quintapeds and Werewolves… you know, the meat eating creatures. But then I decided to stick with the muggle versions. You friend really did love all sorts of beasts.”
Harry listened to the offhanded sort of way Voldemort was listing off various creatures, as if he was talking to a pet shop owner, rather than discussing what would or would not devour the limbless Hagrid.
“And now you have the beasts eating Hagrid.”
Harry’s voice had become rather dull and lifeless, no longer able to insult the reptilian man nor beg to stop another person’s pain. He didn’t want to accept it, but there was nothing he could do to stop this from happening to his very first friend he ever had, just like there was nothing he could do to stop Hermione from being burned at the stake, Ron from receiving death by a thousand cuts, Remus melted by molten silver, Severus being boiled alive and Dumbledore from being hung.
Voldemort smiled down at the boy’s change in attitude.
“That’s right, Harry. Don’t you love watching as that male lion tears into the giant’s chest, or that the hyenas are working together to finish off what’s left of his right arm? Or even the dogs, which have already removed the longest set of intestines I have ever seen.”
But this was apparently the wrong thing to say.
“Do I love watching this?” Harry whispered in a deadly calm voice. “All of this is a completely unnecessary. I can understand, now, why you want revenge on the muggles, but all of this,” Harry waved his chained arms at the windows, voice rising, “is only because you want revenge on me! I’m not stupid Voldemort. Because you couldn’t kill me as a baby, you have made up this stupid game just to hurt me.”
Voldemort looked down at Harry. For the first time that night there was no form of expression on his face – morbid glee, or blind hatred.
“You’re right,” Voldemort began. “It’s because of you that I devised all of this. Because no matter what I do, I just cannot defeat you. But right now isn’t the time for the game to end. There is just one more curtain, and after that we will find out who has won…”
Voldemort turned then and walked over to the final curtain, leaving Harry for one final moment staring at Hagrid as one of the leopards stood on what was left of Hagrid’s chest, and ripped open his stomach, spilling the contents of Hagrid’s last meal.