Blood Bonds

Chp 24: The eve of the battle

Harry stood frozen in the battlefield, the magical bonds around him holding motionless but aware. His desperate eyes sought hope amongst the smoke and carnage before him. In growing despair, he watched as Ron fell to the Avery’s killing curse. Beside him lay Hermione; her breathing becoming shallower as she gasped her last, drowning in her own blood, her torso a mangled mess courtesy of Greyback’s razor claws. One by one, he watched his circle fall. Draco; sacrificed by his own father, followed quickly by Neville; felled by a cutting curse thrown by Bellatrix. The twins went together, in death as in birth, Voldemort’s green spell-light taking them as one. Remus; his enhanced nature powerless against the last Marauder’s silver hand. Ginny, poor sweet Ginny lay shattered upon the blood-spattered ground, ripped to shreds by the Lestrange brothers.

Finally, his soul crumbling a little more with each death, Harry’s eyes found his lover. The sight rent his soul, threatening to take his mind with it. Severus lay at Voldemort’s feet, his naked, bloody and battered body testament to the depravities forced upon him. His clever hands; so slender and quick were mangled and wrenched behind him, dislocating his shoulders. Blood gushed from between his thighs, glistening with thicker fluids, proof that his lord had claimed what was his. The glassy look in his eyes told of pain unimaginable, enough to drive a man’s sanity screaming into the mists. Despite the damage done to his face – battered, broken, swollen and encrusted with blood, Harry saw the face of the man he loved, and wept for him.

“Your friendss lie dead; Potter, but I will not allow you the same escape. You will live; I have a sspecial plan for you. Since my toy was broken so eassily, you will take his place. You will be my sslave; my whore and my Death Eaters will tasste their victory on your unwilling body. You will beg for death long before I allow it.” The crimson eyes glittered with malign ecstasy. The bound man struggled futilely against his bonds, desperate to save his mate. Voldemort smirked, his eyes never leaving his captive’s face as he lifted his wand. Time slowed to a snail’s crawl as the words of the killing curse dropped from his lips, ringing in the silence inside Harry’s head. Harry’s heart shattered in time with the green glow encompassing his mate. He spiraled into darkness, followed by three words and the mocking laughter of the Dark Lord.

“I win, Potter.”
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Harry stood frozen in the battlefield, the magical bonds around him holding motionless but aware. His desperate eyes sought hope amongst the smoke and carnage before him. In growing despair, he watched as Ron fell to the Avery’s killing curse. Beside him lay Hermione; her breathing becoming shallower as she gasped her last, drowning in her own blood, her torso a mangled mess courtesy of Greyback’s razor claws. One by one, he watched his circle fall. Draco; sacrificed by his own father, followed quickly by Neville; felled by a cutting curse thrown by Bellatrix. The twins went together, in death as in birth, Voldemort’s green spell-light taking them as one. Remus; his enhanced nature powerless against the last Marauder’s silver hand. Ginny, poor sweet Ginny lay shattered upon the blood-spattered ground, ripped to shreds by the Lestrange brothers.

Finally, his soul crumbling a little more with each death, Harry’s eyes found his lover. The sight rent his soul, threatening to take his mind with it. Severus lay at Voldemort’s feet, his naked, bloody and battered body testament to the depravities forced upon him. His clever hands; so slender and quick were mangled and wrenched behind him, dislocating his shoulders. Blood gushed from between his thighs, glistening with thicker fluids, proof that his lord had claimed what was his. The glassy look in his eyes told of pain unimaginable, enough to drive a man’s sanity screaming into the mists. Despite the damage done to his face – battered, broken, swollen and encrusted with blood, Harry saw the face of the man he loved, and wept for him.