Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 60| Chains

Harry groaned as he slowly woke up, his skull pounding in a very unpleasant way. It felt like he drank and went over his limit, which didn't make sense. He hasn't touched alcohol since he got back. He was physically underage and he honestly didn't need it.

Shifting a little, he felt something was wrong. A coldness had settled around his body. Not Death or Dementor cold, but it was just cold. He felt heavier too and his body was aching, most of the pain focused on his back.

His brows furrowed in concentration, trying to mentally feel his body. He started with the pain in his back.

Mentally running his hands along his back, he felt something twitch and shift, the sensation of the bed and sheets shifting through the twitching limbs.

His wings. Why did he have his creature out? No, he quickly realized that he only had his wings out! A partial transformation, but why?

Pulling from his wings, he moved to the center of his chest. It felt empty... Empty of magic and godhood.

In a panic, he ripped his eyes open and leapt up. A harsh jingle of chains echoed in the room, gaining the young God's focus. He stilled, breath caught in his throat as he saw glowing blue chains leading up to his neck.

Trembling hands moved to his throat, feeling the cool metal and the carefully carved runes of the collar. The inside and edges were padded, so the chain wasn't likely to cut into him or feel too uncomfortable. But why did he have it on! It clearly was the reason he had no magic or godhood!

"You're finally awake, Angel~" Cooed a disgusting voice.

Harry snapped his attention to Ron, who was grinning so happily. It felt slimy. So purely disgusting.

"Ron, what's going on... What did you do?" Anger began to nip at the back of the God's neck.

The Mortal laughed sweetly, grabbing at the shorter male's face. His touch sent icy chills of fear down his prisoner's back.

"I saved you!" He looked so proud of himself. "I'm taking you from that piece of shit Malfoy. An Angle of Life shouldn't have to be forced to associate with such a Demon of Death." He cooed, stroking the other's face.

That beautifully handsome face twisted into disgust and then fear.

"Wait... You know?"

Ron laughed what he believed to be sweetly, nodding.

"You truly are an Angel. So pure and innocent and naïve. Did you really think that I wouldn't find out about this?" His hands moved down to the collar. "Don't worry about this. You'll still be able to roam around the property."

The chain that tied Harry to the bed vanished. The collar was still on his neck, but he was now free. Not wasting time, he punched the delusional Weasley in the nose, hard enough to make him fall into his bed. He then bolted. He was lucky that the freak didn't change him or take off his shoes. At least even he wouldn't go that far.

He raced down the stairs to the unfamiliar cottage, finding himself in a kitchen with a door leading to a crop field that was boarded by thick woods.

Even without magic or his godhood, he would survive. He knew how to survive. He had done it before.

He raced across the fields, desperately trying to to reach the woods before Ron recovered. In there he could hide more easily and-

"AGH!"

Something yanked hard on his neck, tossing him to his back. He gasped and coughed, looking behind him to see what it was. To his horror it was the same blue chains from before. They were glowing more harshly, being only several kinks long before vanishing into magic.

Frantically, he grabbed the magic chains, hissing as it burned his palms. Still, he tugged and tugged, trying to break free. All this did was make it harder for him to breathe. His collar was shrinking.

Spots danced across his vision as his lungs began to burn and the pain around his neck grew worse. He doubted this spell was meant to kill him, he also didn't want to be passed out with Ron nearby.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he crawled back into the field, right where the end of the chain. It was then he could gasp for a proper breath.

He pressed a hand against his collared neck, horror so clear on his face. He then winced as he took note of his bloody and burned hands. They looked horrible and would need some treatment.

"Look at what you did to yourself." A heavy sigh sounded.

Ron was currently wiping his blood off his face, but he was grinning like he won. It disturbed the God.

"What did you do?" He hissed, horror and true fear setting in.

"I made sure that you couldn't leave me! After all Malfoy has done to you, I know it will take time for you to understand that." Ron knelt before him, cupping his fallen face.

He couldn't leave and he had no power. He was alone, imprisoned by a delusional madman who could force him to do things he didn't want to do.

What could he do now to save himself?