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Bearing the Light	By : Vergnugen Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Kill them.�

Small arms wrapped around a thin body huddled against the rough brick wall. He couldn�t breathe around the terror that crept through his shivering body. Thick and suffocating it lodged in his throat, beating a counterpoint to his pounding heart.

Heavy resounding footsteps grew louder, louder. Then stopped. A slight jangling of keys preceded the squeal of hinges, the noise deafening in the resounding silence. The young boy flinched back, dark hair falling into his eyes. He kept expecting a shadowy figure to slink through the door to his small cell.

Bang!

The boy jumped, clamping his hands over his mouth to hold back his whimpers. Tears streaked down his face, leaking past his tightly clenched eyelids. Sweat froze against his spine, plastering his worn shirt against his back.

Bang! Bang!

He jumped at each successive gunshot, terrified that he would be next. He knew what would happen if he became one of the �Expendables�. He turned his head toward the door, eyes trained on the metal glinting dully in the dark room. He focused on the knob, willing it not to open, not to allow anyone in.

Relief that he wasn�t dead mingled with grief over the faces that wouldn�t be there the next morning when they gathered in the Food Hall for their morning rations. There would be no names in his mind when his eyes casually swept the tables. A-class Ranks and under weren�t allowed names. Those had to be earned.

He wasn�t stupid. He knew exactly what had happened. It was a Purging Night. The Purging happened once a week and anyone who was failing to learn what was taught was �released from their lessons�. He held the memory of that first Purging after they had arrived at the Institute, when the Instructors had a line of children who hadn�t been living up to their expectation and so were �Expendable�.

With absolutely no expression on their faces, eyes cold and dead, each of the Instructors pulled their guns in one smooth perfectly synchronized motion. The next moment, five bodies dropped against the ground. Most of them fell backwards, neat little holes with blood seeping gracefully down their foreheads. The one closest to the boy had fallen forward. A ragged gapping wound with bits of bone and brain peeking through, blood gushing out to soak fine strands of golden hair. He stared at the body, only a couple of years older than himself, one dulled blue eye visible beneath the fall of his silky bangs.

The boy he had been quartered with, becoming friends with, was dead. The only thing that kept him from throwing up at the sight was his own shock locking his body down. The girl next to him did throw up, and was later punished for her weakness. The acrid stench of gun smoke and blood mingled in his mind, lingered in his nightmares for days after that. He decided that he didn�t care what it would take, that would never happen to him. Ever.

Silence.

No menacing footsteps, no more bullets being expelled. There were no more soft thumps, tiny bodies falling to the floor, and no voices begging. He was safe this night. All that was left was the quiet whimpers of several hundred children trying desperately to still their crying. Exhausted the tiny boy huddled against his wall, too frightened to move lest the sound draw the attention of the patrolling Instructors, and he give them a reason to decide that he is expendable.

Helpless rage overtook him at that thought, beginning to build in the back of his mind. Hate and mistrust for the adults in his life and the desire to escape, to never be under the control of another ever again. He would learn everything they had to teach, and when the time was right, he would destroy them all. Resolve hardened the softly rounded face, lending it a feral look better suited to a wild animal than a six year old child�
Life wasn�t so bad. He barely remembered the family he had lived with before he had been kidnapped and brought to the Institute. He was fed and clothed. And now that he was an A -class he got to learn all sorts of interesting things. His regular days were comfortably allotted into the different Times with the other A-class Students, and he had his cell to himself at night. And if he followed all of their orders, there was the promise of time in the Pit.

The Pit was opened only a couple of times a month. All of the children would be locked into a cage for a set amount of time and forced to fight. The winners would be taken off the A-list and receive more formal training. This reduced the chances of being considered Expendable. Needless to say, the children learned to fight or risked being killed, whether by their peers or by the Instructors later depended on how well they behaved in the cage.

There was no formal fighting training among the lower classmen, only what you could pick up from the higher class ranks when locked into the Pit. In fact at seven, he was lucky when he made it more than five minutes into the allotted time before someone knocked him out. Even so it was still an ambition of his to advance. He eagerly awaited the opportunity the Pit could provide, never mind the pain of broken bones, and slight risk of death.

But his Regular Days consisted of the Times. In the morning after the First Eating Time, there was Training Time. Training Time was broken into three categories: Weapons, Combat, and Survival. Training Time was designed to teach them how to survive in hostile situations, and how to eliminate the cause of those hostile situations. Training Time was followed by Eating Time again, then the Learning Time. Learning time was also broken into three categories: Humanity, Politics, and War. The Learning time was to teach them to teach them the fundamental importance of War, the reasons behind humanity�s need for War, and how to recognize the politely worded excuses that would be offered to justify the decision of embracing War. It also underscored the importance of paying attention during Training Time. The Learning Time was followed by the Final Eating Time, then The Light Time.

The Light Time was his favorite time of the day. During the Light time they were taken into a darkened room and they were told to focus on a slow flashing light. The boy remembered staring at the soft amber flash. Staring. And sinking. His body was so heavy it was sinking into the ground. Except the light was still flashing. And there was a voice talking to him. The voice was sinking with him. That was what he liked the best. The time when he was sinking and floating and the calm voice washed over him in gentle waves.

�You are getting sleepy� feel yourself disconnecting from your body� Your body will no longer weigh you down� will learn faster� you will move faster� focus on the flashing light�feel your body slip away, no longer hindering your mind�you will remember things more clearly� you are getting sleepy� feel your body disconnect� your body�s pain is insignificant� you will not feel pain��

Definitely his favorite Time of the Regular Days.

But today was a Break Day. He walked into the small room that they were permitted to �have fun� in. The boy wasn�t quite sure what having fun entailed, but he dutifully trooped into the room as was expected of him. He wondered if any of the other children at the Institute knew what �having fun� meant. Certainly he doubted it.

�816! Come here! You�ll never guess what! I found a new book!�

816 turned to the excited voice calling for him. A girl about his own age was waving him over to a small couch with a low table in front of it. She had bushy brown hair and slightly large front teeth. One of the newer A-class Students, she had been dubbed as �his girl� by the other children every since he had stuck up for her when the other kids got rough. He mentally agreed with the name because she was the closest thing to a friend he had in this place, and that made her his.

There was always a book in her hands unless she needed her hands free for Training Time. His girl really didn�t fit in with the other children of the Institute, but she was a genius and so had been accelerated to the A-class much more quickly than most of the children here had. A fact that made several children resentful and made 816 feel oddly protective of her. Something inside of him realized that she was much too nice to survive the Institute with her spirit intact. It wasn�t a thought that he had the words for but there was an understanding in him that made him want to shield her.

�What is it 870?�

�We�re being accelerated to the B-Class list,� she whispered urgently to him, even as she held up her �new book� for him to see .

�What?! How do you know that?� he demanded back quietly, eyes sweeping the room to make sure none of the other children were close enough to hear.

�I heard some of the Instructors talking about it. And then I caught a glimpse of the list Instructor Dante was holding. I only saw it for a second but that was plenty of time to see who had been shifted up and who was being bumped to Expendable.�

�870, you�re brilliant. Have I told you that lately?� he smiled at her softly.

�Not today you haven�t,� she smiled back archly before flipping open the book to a page she had marked earlier.

�So what will B-Class demand I wonder?�

�I�m not sure about the class itself, but I think I know what will happen. Listen, tonight during the Purging we�ll be taken away to have a special initiation, where we become �Bearers of Light�. That means we�ll have one final Light Time, then they�re going to Seal us Forever.�

�Seal us? What�s that supposed to mean?� 816 cast another look around the room before easing closer to His Girl so that he could look like he was reading the page with her.

�Mm, well apparently they don�t want anyone to be able to undo the Teaching they�ve been doing so they actually use the Light Time to Seal the higher classes. This gets them ready so when they return to the World, no one can use the Light against them ever again. That�s why they become known as �Bearers�- hence the term B-class. That�s how they named the classes. A-class for the Alcolytes. B-class for Bearers. C-class for the��

�Chosen,� 816 interrupted. �I�m getting the idea.�

�You always have been a quick study.�

�In this place you have to be.�

She flipped a page and nodded to a picture of what looked like a vampire ripping out the throat of his victim. He made a polite noise of interest.

�Oh, that reminds me! We�ll get names when they advance us, too!�

�That�s right. I forgot about the Naming Ceremony. We got numbers at A-class, when we stopped being Minions. The B-Class earn their First Name and the C-class earn their Last Name.�

�I wonder what they�ll Name us?� she spoke wistfully. �It�ll be nice to have a name again instead of a stupid number.�

�But I like your number. It�s a good one. Aww, I just thought of something! You�re not going to be called my girl once you get your own name.�

�Don�t worry. No matter how many names or numbers I get I�ll always be your girl, 816.� She hugged him reassuringly.

�Do you-� he furrowed his brow, hesitating to voice the subject. It was a dangerous question, but their whole conversation had been dangerous so far. At her inquiring look he knew she wouldn�t leave the subject alone now that he started to ask. �Do you remember your real name?�

�Of course I do.� She bit her lip. �Do you remember yours?�

�No. My family rarely called me anything but �Boy� when I lived with them. I don�t think they liked me. That�s probably why I advanced so quickly here. I don�t think I had as much interest in leaving as some of the new Minions.�

�Oh. Well, I heard that they usually give you a name that suits your skills, or has a connection to your old name. So maybe the name you get will be a clue.�

816 shrugged carelessly. �It�s not going to matter. I doubt we�ll ever get that life back.�

It would be over a year before these words were proved wrong, but wrong they would prove to be.
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Special notes:

-Yay. A new story to celebrate the completion of my old story. Any disappointment can be blamed on this one for rushing that one along. And yes, I know that this story seems really odd, but I had an original story idea that I was way to lazy to flesh out so I�m sort of tossing it into the HP world and cramming it around to make it fit.

-It will be a magical story and will roughly follow the books, at least up until the third or fourth one. Although because of the beginning and the fact that it will be Darkish Harry it will be AU.

-It will be Harry and Draco. No matter what other pairings I come up with along the way, it will end as a Harry and Draco.
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