The fine line of love and hate

It was a dark time for the light the war had ended just a few days agobut it seemed like forever ago to harry. 

He sat stuck in a small room filled with wards so no escape was possible while he waited for his fate.   Why was he stuck here you may wonder well unfortunately the dark side was the victor when he had hoped he would when the odded turned against poor harry and his friends they we're over powered and taken down upon the defeat harry beaten down and weak was tossed by one of the dark lords followers into this small room where he sat now. 

Harry sighed hunched up in the corner wishing he could get out see if any of his friends were even alive.  It ate at him not knowing he felt cornered here nothing here but the small light from a high window was all he could see.  It was almost like being at his relatives home stuck in the dreaded cabinet again and he hated It. 

There were small bits of food and water left for him who know who put it there but it wasn't enough to satisfy hunger maybe avoid starvation. Harry laughed to himself ha how ironic to bother leaving anything for him if the we're going to end him anyways.

Still he started feeling crazy trapped here just waiting for something bad to happen but hearing nothing but silence.  What we're they waiting for?  While he was mid thought suddenly harry heard something it sounded like footsteps slowly coming closer to the outside of the room.  Harry stiffened up this was it he thought he comes me fate.. 

The door slowly begin to open revealing a tall figure who was walking stairght towards him.  The person stopped a few feet away and spoke "on your feet potter now"

Harry knew that voice right away it was Malfoy..