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Feel	By : talvari737 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 1925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was only a matter of time. The others had already broken before him. He had seen their empty eyes and heard their half crazed musings.
Hermoine had broken first, and that seemed strange to him. She had been so damn smart... But that had been her downfall. She had to keep herself busy, had to keep herself sharp, otherwise she would go insane. Ron and him had half joked about it before, though, no, he wouldn't think about Ron right now. It hurt too much.
He remembered the day well, though it might have been a million years ago for all he knew. There had been silence for such a long time, all of them having screamed themselves hoarse from the hours of abuse, the hours of silence, the hours of simply nothing. And then there was the weak animalistic wail that had raised up from the nothingness, and he knew she was lost to him, lost to them all.
They had come first to see what was wrong. They waved their wands, and lights appeared where before there had only been darkness. The captives looked away, shielding their eyes from the brightness. Two Death Eaters in their macabre cloaks, faces hidden behind their fearsome masks even here where their captives knew them stood in front of her cell. To Harry, their names had become some sort of sick prayer in the beginning. He had to remember their names if he was ever to get back at them for this, his own private hell. But it didn't matter anymore. That prayer had died on his lips, though the words echoed in his head as some cruel reminder of who he used to be.
They had lifted the curse only briefly, long enough for one of them to take her roughly from behind. In view of all of her friends, Hermoine's ragged clothes were torn aside, and a Death Eater rammed his cock up her ass. She hardly made a noise at first, and then she sobbed. She sobbed with relief, and she writhed as he fucked her. When he was done a few moments later, he smashed her to the ground and she looked up with wonder, her eyes blinking back the pain of the lights' sudden intrusion. Then the curse was back and she cried out with the sudden lose of feeling. She curled into a ball and simply laid there, crying, and for a moment Harry hated her.
It didn't take long for HIM to come. Red eyes gleamed in a face of horror, and the unmistakable sound of slithering stood herald to his coming. He laughed terribly as the curse was lifted from her once more and she begged for him to continue his torture. The cruciatus curse, rape, beatings.. It did not matter. Lord Voldemort would merely threaten to put her back in the cell, and she'd cry and beg and kiss the hem of his robes. In the end, he had merely nodded to one of his Death Eaters, given a maniacal grin to the rest of his captives, and swept off with Nagini at his heels. The remaining Death Eaters squabbled for a bit before one stepped forward and snapped a heavy collar around her neck.
Hermoine barely glanced at any of them. She simply starred at, a small, goofy smile coming over her features.
Harry shook his head and gritted his teeth. He tried not to think about Hermoine and what he saw as her betrayal. She was the one who was supposed to keep him going, dammit, just like she had always done. But she had broken when Ron died.
Ginny had been next. She was just so damn young, and Harry cried out for her when she was put through the same treatment as Hermoine. He yelled at her to remain strong, but in the end, she was led off with a collar around her neck, the same damn smile gracing her once beautiful face. That damn smile haunted him.
It had been months, it had to have been, until the next one broke. George Weasley hadn't been the same after his brothers death and when he broke, he simply laughed and laughed. It was an eerie sound that had no business in the deepest dungoens of Lord Voldemorts keep, and that too haunted Harry.
After that, it was a matter of weeks between visits from the Death Eaters. One after another succumbed to madness and left willing with a new master. They endured anything simply to escape the nothingness of their life.
It wouldnt have been so bad if they could simply feel . But that damn curse.. it was the perfect torture. Harry almost laughed at that and was startled at the rough sound that came out of his mouth. He sobered a moment. Yes, the perfect torture. A curse that took the sense of touch away from you. Put you in a dark cell and you cant tell if you are leaning against the wall or not.. Can't tell what you are touching, even if its your own face. Oh, sure, you knew up from down, left from right. But heat, cold, smooth rough.. None of that mattered. It was like having your whole body fall asleep. And then being put in this dark cell with not even the smallest bit of light showing through.
Once a day the lights were turned on and house elves appeared in the cells, changing their chamber pots and putting out a fresh bowl of water and food. Once a month, the curse was lifted and the captives would be stripped, tortured, raped, beaten, and then washed. The curse was put back on them, and they were left in their cell, stripped of feeling, stripped of light, stripped of everything that had ever made them human.
A laugh bubbled up from his throat and Harry giggled. He would have preferred to rot! That reprieve once a month is what killed them! It was easy in the beginning... they were kept there without light and without human interaction for months before this whole routine started. It had been easy to forget what it felt like to feel.. But then they ripped you out of your cell, your comfort- Harry giggled again - and made you experience touch. They made you almost crave it like a drug.
"You're losing it Harry," A voice called from his right. In his minds eyes, he saw the face of Fred Weasley. "It's all six's and sevens, isnt it, Harry? Its all circling the drain and its all you can do to stay afloat."
"Fred you were so much funnier when you were alive." Harry said, giggling now.
"Oh, Harry, don't say that. I am alive. Much more so than you, anyways. I at least felt it when I died. It hurt, and then I died. Can't say much the same for you, old friend. I could give you a bit from the wrong end of every flavor out of a skiving snackbox, and you'd never feel it when you bled to death from a nosebleed."
"Oh shove it Fred. You've gotten damn depressing since you died," Harry answered, giggling again
"Oh, dont mind Fred, dear. Hes just a bit cross. Fred, be nice. Harry's tired. Oh, and you are looking so peckish!" The voice of Molly Weasley came over him, coming from his right."
"Mrs. Weasley? You're not dead." Harry said, sobering for a second.
"No, dear... But then again, neither are you," The words were whispered next to his ear, and he turned, hands out reached. But there was nothing there. Harry was alone.
"Peckish... She said I was peckish," The laughter bubbled out again, and he couldn't stop it. "Every one of my bleedin' ribs it stickin' out, and she said I looked a bit... peckish!"
He didnt know how long he laughed for. But the lights turned on, and even the excruciating pain they caused made him laugh. He was dragged out of his cell, laughing and laughing. He laughed as they stripped him, laughed as they beat him, laughed as Lord Voldemort himself raped him. It seemed to go on for hours, and by the time they snapped the collar on him, his voice was hoarse and he could barely breath, and still he laughed.
He hurt and he bled and he was hungry and he was thirty and he was hoarse. But none of it mattered.
He could feel.
Author Note: This came to me as a random dream sort of thing, so I had to type it up. Please review it and let me know what you think, but go easy on me! I typed this up in about an hour, and didnt really look over it!
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