Even If You Are An Inch From Death
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,444
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.
The Decision
The Decision
When the only skin remaining on Draco was what kept him glued to the table and a small patch around the IV drip, Voldemort dragged Harry back to the middle of the octagonal room, still on his knees.
“Now comes your decision Harry…” Voldemort grinned. He was silent for a while to draw out the suspense.
“I want you to join me, become one of my Death Eater’s for the rest of your lonely life. If you do I will remove the IV drips from you friends and allow them to finally die.”
Voldemort moved back from his captive to view into all seven cells.
“If you don’t join me,” Voldemort growled, “then I will continue to scour the globe and collect all the Unicorn blood I can, until the horse-beasts are extinct and continue the execution-like torture on your friends while you remain and watch. It’s your choice, Harry.”
Harry looked down at his bound wrists. There was only one decision he could take, but it was monstrous that Voldemort was making him want the deaths of his friends and lover.
With a defeated sigh, Harry whispered, “I accept” and held out his arms. He didn’t even flinch as he was branded a Death Eater.
As soon as the deed was done, Voldemort wordlessly turned on his heel and left through the door he’d originally come through. And Harry listened.
Hermione’s screams stopped.
Ron’s gasping halted.
Remus’ thumping heart silenced.
Severus’ gurgling ended.
Dumbledore’s choking ceased.
Hagrid’s groans discontinued.
And Draco’s crying and whispers of ‘I love you, Harry’ finished.
The End
When the only skin remaining on Draco was what kept him glued to the table and a small patch around the IV drip, Voldemort dragged Harry back to the middle of the octagonal room, still on his knees.
“Now comes your decision Harry…” Voldemort grinned. He was silent for a while to draw out the suspense.
“I want you to join me, become one of my Death Eater’s for the rest of your lonely life. If you do I will remove the IV drips from you friends and allow them to finally die.”
Voldemort moved back from his captive to view into all seven cells.
“If you don’t join me,” Voldemort growled, “then I will continue to scour the globe and collect all the Unicorn blood I can, until the horse-beasts are extinct and continue the execution-like torture on your friends while you remain and watch. It’s your choice, Harry.”
Harry looked down at his bound wrists. There was only one decision he could take, but it was monstrous that Voldemort was making him want the deaths of his friends and lover.
With a defeated sigh, Harry whispered, “I accept” and held out his arms. He didn’t even flinch as he was branded a Death Eater.
As soon as the deed was done, Voldemort wordlessly turned on his heel and left through the door he’d originally come through. And Harry listened.
Hermione’s screams stopped.
Ron’s gasping halted.
Remus’ thumping heart silenced.
Severus’ gurgling ended.
Dumbledore’s choking ceased.
Hagrid’s groans discontinued.
And Draco’s crying and whispers of ‘I love you, Harry’ finished.
The End