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Retrieved From The Dark
Title: Retrieved From the Darkness
Author: CaliaDragon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, Torture and Mpreg
AN: Set post OotP
Posted To Harry and Ron LJ Group: http://www.livejournal.com/community/harry_and_ron/
SummHarrHarry remembers, while locked in the dark.
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Soft cries of fear and pain filled the room. There was no light, and the room smelled of pain, humiliation, and blood and dying. The small figure crouched against the wall was unaware of the noises he made. He was unaware of the passage of time or the fact that at that moment a violent battle was waging outside his small corner of hell.
He had done what he was supposed to. Every hope ever placed on him, every weight placed on his shoulders in the last seven years had come to fruition and he had lived up to his destiny. He was certain that it would be over afterwards. That maybe he could give himself a life. No one had thought to continue to protect him.
Friends and family alike had been slightly afraid for him after he had secured the prophecy. Others feared him or cursed him, but they stood at his side. They loved him and onethemthem became his mate in more than just the friend’s sense.
At first it was the memories of their love and the first time he had been kissed, the first time they had made love that got him through the dank and pain filled room. It was the memories of smooth skin and gentle hands. It was the memory of breathy moans and passion filled pleas that made the torture bearable.
He had been in the small room for nearly a month now and Harry knew that he was close to breaking apart. He didn't want to fall into that abyss, but it was hard. Here in this room he couldn't defend himself. There was a spell that smothered his powers. At 5'3" he wasn't strong enough or large enough to fight back against the likes of Crabbe and Goyle senior. He couldn't hex Nott seniors balls off or make them scream for mercy like they wanted him to do.
The three men, along with the rest of the Deatheaters, blamed him for the death of the Dark Lord and for the mass defection of their children, starting with Draco Malfoy. Not long after his father had been sentenced to Azkaban, Draco had come after Harry only to find himself at the mercy of Neville Longbottom and on the and on the hard end of several painful truths.
That had started one of the strangest relationships that Hogwarts had ever seen. Neville and Draco, lovers? Many were sure that the world had ended, while others had been amused. Harry and Ron had just accepted it and offered a tentative friendship with the blond Slytherin.
Later Hermione and Seamus had shocked the school by becoming involved with Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zambini respectively. By the time that it had come out that Ron and Harry were lovers all but a few of the sixth year Slytherins had refused to go home and take the Dark Mark.
A year later in the middle of Diagon Alley Harry killed Voldermort. No one knew how, but they knew what led up to it and many vowed to never be within a hundred yards of Harry Potter if Ron Weasley was ever injured or attacked.
There were seven shops in the Alley that would never be rebuilt. The force of Harry's power had literally created a magical dead zone. Nothing would stay standing and no one could use their magic there.
It was in fact in this dead zone that Harry had been taken by the Deatheaters. They had managed to break Harry's mind only the night before. He was still fighting the oblivion that madness would give him.
He fought for one person, Ron. He fought for the first best friend he had ever had. He fought for the man who loved him, even when he brooded. He fought for the one person who loved him inside and out. The one who thought it was funny to tickle Harry, then kisses him breathless seconds later.HarrHarry loved Ron more than he had ever loved anything, but the Deatheaters were winning. Tonight if they did what they swore they were going to do, then he knew he would fall into the madness. It was the thoughts of their threats and what he would lose that had him mindless to everything around him. It was those threats that him whimpering in pain and helplessness.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts by the explosive opening of his cell door. He curled in on himself, wrapping an arm around his stomach. "HARRY!" Ron bellowed rushing forward.
Harry shook his head for a moment in disbelief, but sobbed in joy when Ron swept him up into his arms and rained kisses over his face. "God's Harry, hold on love, we're leaving this place. I'll get you to Pomphrey and she'll get you right as rain." Ron babbled at him as they left the room. Harry gasped in shock at the return of his magic and the awareness it brought him.
"Can't apparate..." Harry rasped out.
"What why?" Severus asked as he came to stand by the pair, Remus behind him.
"Same as Neville...baby," Harry slurred before dropping into unconsciousness.
He didn't see the murderous rage that crossed Ron's face as he gently placed Harry into Remus' arms and turned to face the huddled Deatheaters. Nott sneered at him in response. "One more day and the world would have been sparred another Weasley and Potter!"
Ron whipped out his wand and smiled in satisfaction as Nott flew through he air hitting the wall with a sickening crunch. Ron then turned back to Remus removing Harry from his arms. Severus quickly created a portfor for the red haired boy and watched as he and Harry disappeared to Hogwarts infirmary.
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The next time Harry opened his eyes he was laying on a hospital bed and his hand was being held by his husband. Ron smiled down at him wearily.
"The baby?" Harry rasped.
"Safe, love, just like you," Ron reassured him and then leaned down and gently kissed Harry on the lips. When he pulled back Harry gave him a weak smile and fell back to sleep. Ron watched him slip back into oblivion and held onto Harry's hand tightly. He was relieved to see his love back and safe, but he had no delusions that things would go back to normal. Poppy had told him of all of Harry's injuries and he knew that Harry had a long hard road of healing ahead of him, on top of being pregnant. He and Harry had a long road ahead of them, but he knew they would make it. They had one another and they had love and Ron would be dead and damned before he gave up on either.
The End For Now
Author: CaliaDragon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, Torture and Mpreg
AN: Set post OotP
Posted To Harry and Ron LJ Group: http://www.livejournal.com/community/harry_and_ron/
SummHarrHarry remembers, while locked in the dark.
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Soft cries of fear and pain filled the room. There was no light, and the room smelled of pain, humiliation, and blood and dying. The small figure crouched against the wall was unaware of the noises he made. He was unaware of the passage of time or the fact that at that moment a violent battle was waging outside his small corner of hell.
He had done what he was supposed to. Every hope ever placed on him, every weight placed on his shoulders in the last seven years had come to fruition and he had lived up to his destiny. He was certain that it would be over afterwards. That maybe he could give himself a life. No one had thought to continue to protect him.
Friends and family alike had been slightly afraid for him after he had secured the prophecy. Others feared him or cursed him, but they stood at his side. They loved him and onethemthem became his mate in more than just the friend’s sense.
At first it was the memories of their love and the first time he had been kissed, the first time they had made love that got him through the dank and pain filled room. It was the memories of smooth skin and gentle hands. It was the memory of breathy moans and passion filled pleas that made the torture bearable.
He had been in the small room for nearly a month now and Harry knew that he was close to breaking apart. He didn't want to fall into that abyss, but it was hard. Here in this room he couldn't defend himself. There was a spell that smothered his powers. At 5'3" he wasn't strong enough or large enough to fight back against the likes of Crabbe and Goyle senior. He couldn't hex Nott seniors balls off or make them scream for mercy like they wanted him to do.
The three men, along with the rest of the Deatheaters, blamed him for the death of the Dark Lord and for the mass defection of their children, starting with Draco Malfoy. Not long after his father had been sentenced to Azkaban, Draco had come after Harry only to find himself at the mercy of Neville Longbottom and on the and on the hard end of several painful truths.
That had started one of the strangest relationships that Hogwarts had ever seen. Neville and Draco, lovers? Many were sure that the world had ended, while others had been amused. Harry and Ron had just accepted it and offered a tentative friendship with the blond Slytherin.
Later Hermione and Seamus had shocked the school by becoming involved with Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zambini respectively. By the time that it had come out that Ron and Harry were lovers all but a few of the sixth year Slytherins had refused to go home and take the Dark Mark.
A year later in the middle of Diagon Alley Harry killed Voldermort. No one knew how, but they knew what led up to it and many vowed to never be within a hundred yards of Harry Potter if Ron Weasley was ever injured or attacked.
There were seven shops in the Alley that would never be rebuilt. The force of Harry's power had literally created a magical dead zone. Nothing would stay standing and no one could use their magic there.
It was in fact in this dead zone that Harry had been taken by the Deatheaters. They had managed to break Harry's mind only the night before. He was still fighting the oblivion that madness would give him.
He fought for one person, Ron. He fought for the first best friend he had ever had. He fought for the man who loved him, even when he brooded. He fought for the one person who loved him inside and out. The one who thought it was funny to tickle Harry, then kisses him breathless seconds later.HarrHarry loved Ron more than he had ever loved anything, but the Deatheaters were winning. Tonight if they did what they swore they were going to do, then he knew he would fall into the madness. It was the thoughts of their threats and what he would lose that had him mindless to everything around him. It was those threats that him whimpering in pain and helplessness.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts by the explosive opening of his cell door. He curled in on himself, wrapping an arm around his stomach. "HARRY!" Ron bellowed rushing forward.
Harry shook his head for a moment in disbelief, but sobbed in joy when Ron swept him up into his arms and rained kisses over his face. "God's Harry, hold on love, we're leaving this place. I'll get you to Pomphrey and she'll get you right as rain." Ron babbled at him as they left the room. Harry gasped in shock at the return of his magic and the awareness it brought him.
"Can't apparate..." Harry rasped out.
"What why?" Severus asked as he came to stand by the pair, Remus behind him.
"Same as Neville...baby," Harry slurred before dropping into unconsciousness.
He didn't see the murderous rage that crossed Ron's face as he gently placed Harry into Remus' arms and turned to face the huddled Deatheaters. Nott sneered at him in response. "One more day and the world would have been sparred another Weasley and Potter!"
Ron whipped out his wand and smiled in satisfaction as Nott flew through he air hitting the wall with a sickening crunch. Ron then turned back to Remus removing Harry from his arms. Severus quickly created a portfor for the red haired boy and watched as he and Harry disappeared to Hogwarts infirmary.
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The next time Harry opened his eyes he was laying on a hospital bed and his hand was being held by his husband. Ron smiled down at him wearily.
"The baby?" Harry rasped.
"Safe, love, just like you," Ron reassured him and then leaned down and gently kissed Harry on the lips. When he pulled back Harry gave him a weak smile and fell back to sleep. Ron watched him slip back into oblivion and held onto Harry's hand tightly. He was relieved to see his love back and safe, but he had no delusions that things would go back to normal. Poppy had told him of all of Harry's injuries and he knew that Harry had a long hard road of healing ahead of him, on top of being pregnant. He and Harry had a long road ahead of them, but he knew they would make it. They had one another and they had love and Ron would be dead and damned before he gave up on either.
The End For Now