La Luna Del Cacciatore

*Chapter 1*
Harry was running.

He was running as he could through the forbidden forest, away from the castle, the place that should have been a safe place for him. It was the summer before sixth year and Harry had been brought to Hogwarts, from his relatives house in Surrey, to be trained in the fighting arts.

At least, that’s what he had been told . . .

*Flashback*

When he arrived, Ron and Hermione were already there and immediately ambushed him and took him to a small room that was sparsely furnished and very cramped. Harry looked around for a minute or two and turned to ask his friends about the room when Ron pounced. And not in a good way.

Ron came at him and pounded him with fists, and when he was broken, bloody, and near unconsciousness Ron let up and moved Harry to chain him to the wall. It was Hermione’s turn then, she pulled out a case and began to unload various torture devices and set them up the way that she wanted them. By this time, Ron had ripped Harry’s shirt off him to expose his emaciated form and moved back out of Hermione’s way. The first thing she picked up was a white hot poker out of the fire that Harry hadn’t noticed earlier.

For hours, the only sound heard throughout the halls of Hogwarts was the anguished screams of the betrayed. It was a while later that Dumbledore entered the room to check on his two minions’ progress.

“How is it coming, you two?”

“Splendidly, Headmaster. I think that we are close to breaking him. He screamed so much that his vocal chords are shredded and it is unlikely that he will ever speak again. We will be ready for the final phase tomorrow night.” Hermione informed the headmaster as she cleaned and repacked the instruments that she had used.

“Good, very good indeed. I expect all the phases to be complete by the time the sun sets tomorrow night.” After receiving a ‘Yes, Headmaster’ from both teens, Dumbledore left the room, humming merrily to himself as he walked down the halls to his office.

Ron and Hermione left soon after, leaving Harry in his chains. Several hours later, after the sun had set, Harry groggily and painfully woke to find himself staring into a set of quicksilver eyes. Harry looked at Draco Malfoy in astonishment and fear. Draco slowly walked to the battered boy, making no sudden movements, like he was approaching a wounded predator an didn’t want to get eaten.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Harry. I’m going to release you and help you get out of the castle. I’ll help you to the forbidden forest, but then you’re on your own. I managed to get your wand, so you should be alright once you get in there. We have to hurry, there’s no telling when the sick bastards will be back.” Draco quickly unlatched the manacles and helped Harry to walk out of the room and navigate the through the hallways and out of the castle. Once they were across the grounds, Draco let Harry go and watched him stumble into the forest. The dark haired boy turned to thank Draco as best he could, but the blond was already gone. So Harry turned back to the forest and began to run from the only place that he had ever seen as home.
*End Flashback*

Harry had run for what seemed like hours before he finally collapsed from exhaustion. He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep. He decided that he would only rest his eyes for a moment, but then he needed to keep moving. Harry was awoken by a rustle in the bushes by where his head rested. He tried to move, to hide from the possible threat, but his limbs wouldn’t obey him.

The rustling was moving closer to him, and as it was still dark and he had lost his glasses somewhere earlier, he couldn’t see a thing. The stress that Harry’s body was under was bringing him back into the darkness of oblivion, the last thing he heard before he succumbed was a gruff voice saying, “Well, well, what do we have here?”

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