Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 6 🫑

Harry and Finlay were riding out the waves as they came. The daily visits to Finlays cell were almost becoming part of Harry's routine. Bellatrix wasn't the only one with a personal attachment to crucioing Larkin he found out, but also greyback.

Sleep was rare and often filled with nightmares. In most of them Harry would be in hogwarts great hall talking with Ron and his friends about quidditch, but Voldemort would always argue through the doors, his wand and army of cult members in hand. They would slowly kill Harry's friends while they held him down, unable to save them. And once the floor was coated in the blood of his classmates and non biological family, Voldemort would curcio Harry. Telling him how weak and pathetic he was, and that it was his fault Sirius, his parents, the Longbottoms, and everybody else were dead. The worst part of it was that he knew it was true. Finally Voldemort would kill him, greedily watching Harry bleed out onto the ground.

Finlay could always hear his rapid breaths or chocked sobs, even in the middle of the night, and offered him words of comfort.

Harrry also found out rats liked to inhibit the dungeons. After a rather nasty brown rat tried to bite it's way through his jeans on his third day in there. To be honest he didn't know how long he had been in there now, all he could tell was that over eight days had traveled by at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Finlay, do you know how long we've been down in this Slimey hell hole?" He murmured. Despite being in a cell for Merlin knows how long, Finlay was very well mannered and was quite smart too.

"Umm,  twenty-seven days for me, and eleven for you. Time flies down here doesn't it Harry." Finlay remarked.

"Quite the opposite actually. It feels like talking to Hermione about Potions Class, or 'the study of constellations and how they effect our lives today'. At least that is what she was reading when we were chatting last." Harry scrunched his brow, how he missed her droning lectures on various subjects now. "Did you know that some muggles base their entire personality around a certain star alignment or constellation-for their birth months-called their zodiac signs?"

"I had no idea you were such a fact fanatic Harry," Finlay laughed softly "no wonder you never shut up. Because you always have something to talk about, though no one really knows what you are talking about."

"Har har, very funny. Your sense of humor is as dry as Malfoy's." Harry chuckled knowing God damn Well the boy idolized Malfoy. It was sometimes nice to listen to him blabber on and on about the heroic deeds he has done, or how gorgeous he looked.

"That's a lie and you know it. Don't you remember the pins in the Triwizard Tournament he made for you? That was historical. Or the time he made you eat dirt in quidditch practice in your third year? All valid evidence to prove his greatness." Harry rubbed his face, hoping to rub off the smile forming there. The little git just insulted him and all he could do was smile fondly at a wall.

"If I didn't know better I would say you were Dracosexual!" Bubbles of laughter erupted from the other side of the wall, Harry couldn't help but bask in the lifting sound. The laughing eventually quite down into hiccups. Which became a comfortable silence.

"Harry what do you think about people who are...you know? Um, wear cuffed jeans." Finlay stammered out.

"What does that even mean? I don't care if people wear their jeans cuffed or not." This kid was weird all right.

"Oh bloody Slazar Harry! You can be so oblivious! Do you mind people who drink iced coffee?" What the bloody hell was he talking about?! Maybe a rat bit him, or he ate something rotten. Harry decided to play along to Finlay's mad questions to see if he would explain it later.

" Well, I much prefer tea. But I don't think I would judge someone off of what kind of beverage they drink. What does this have to do with anything anyways?" Harry could nearly see Finlay naming his palm on the cold rock, trying to quite himself. He could definitely hear him do it though.

"You've got to be barking mad if you don't understand this question then. Harry Something Potter, do you care if people swing both ways? There I spelt it out for you."

Swing both- swing..wait! It made so much sense now! Harry flushed the colour of Ron's hair.

"Finlay you could have just asked me if I thought being gay was bad or not." Harry bit his fingernails nervously, glancing around the blank walls.

"Actually I was aiming for bi, but close enough." Finlay's voice was shaky almost to the point where he couldn't understand his own words.

"I'm more than okay with it. Dean and Seamus have been dating ever since second year, and they are two of my best mates." He tried to release a portion of the tension. "Soo, are you dracosexual?"

"What the hell! No you insufferable prat! I just, Um, Oh god I dunno.

"Okay, okay I'll drop it!" Harry exclaimed through a fit of giggles.

"You better, or I swear on the blood of...ummm.. everyone who lives in Canada! That I will cut off all of your crazy arse hair!" Finlay declared to him loudly.

"N-no! Not th-the hair! An-anything b-b-but that!" Harry stuttered sarcastically.