Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 9 🎂

"H-harry? Harry! Help me please!" Cries of agony shook Harry awake. He looked around frantically, still hazy. His eyes found the hallway outside his cell, a trail of crimson blood lead from Finlay's cell. Now Harry was wide awake, scrambling up from the floor to the bars. He craned his neck to see outside of the cell, but he couldn't see Finlay. Only a desperate right hand clawing at the smooth stone, now covered in his own blood, trying to get away from his attacker. More desperate wails came, yet Harry couldn't help him.

Finlay! Hold on I'm going to save you!" Damn it! Where was his wand when he needed it! A fucking Alohamora spell would come in handy right about now!

The cell door blew off its hinges, ramming all the way into the opposite cell. Harry jumped in shock, did he do that? The professors at Hogwarts had touched briefly on wandless magic, though most of those topics were closer to lectures if why wandless magic was extremely hard, nearly impossible for a student to successfully do, and even if you learned how to do wandless spell, you should NEVER try it. But the only logical explanation for what happened. The iron cell door crumpled under the pressure at which it hit the other wall, banging loudly against the metal.

Harry sprung from the confines of his cage into the hall to save Finlay. His feet stumbled over air, unused to so much movement since the most physical work Harry had done in a week was angrily pace around a cement square. As soon as he left the cell his head snapped in the direction of the blood trail. Greyback stood, back hunched, facing away from Harry. His sharp, rotting teeth bared, a poor attempt at a smile. A large hand, paw? Wrapped around the 'scruff' of Finlays neck. Harry could clearly see the back half of his malnourished body. His lower half was covered by tattered, bloodied, black trousers, yet the rest of his body bare to the elements. Blood dripped off his ankles, pooling on the ground. 

The matted, albino locks triggered something deep inside Harry's mind, they looked so painstakingly familiar, everything about Finlay did. His voice, his strong willed attitude, especially his blond hair. They all seemed to fit perfectly into the Draco Malfoy puzzle his subconscious started trying to solve, the second day he was there. But Harry refused to think about it, hoping the insane nagging of his subconscious would go away.

"Crucio!" Harry shouted. Ignoring that he was using an unforgivable, but nothing happened. "CRUCIO!" He screamed again, this time with more vigor.

"Class, even if you succeed in producing a wandless charm, don't think it will easily happen again. Wandless spells are dangerous and unpredictable. It takes years to perfect even one wandless hex, much less more. I also have to warn you if I ever find a student attempting a wandless spell, you will be cleaning the Slytherin common room, with your toothbrushes, the muggle way." Mcgonagall sternly told the Gryfindor common room.

"Shit!" Harry mumbled, pissed off.

"H-harry?"Finlay's strangled voice gurgled, "harry? Where are you? You promised" Harry's heart broke.

He boldly started walking toward Greyback. Wandless, defenseless, he could only pray to Merlin he would live to tell the tale tomorrow. Fenrir growled lowly, only clutching onto Finlay tighter. Harry's breath caught in his throat, he stopped moving abruptly, knowing Greyback could crush Finlay's neck if he pressed any harder. He was stuck in the middle; move closer and possibly kill Finlay, or back down, and who knows what happens to the both of them.

He didn't have to choose though, because Bellatrix Lestrange skipped down the stairs, merrily. Harry was as happy as a pig before slaughter. The hag walked in a crisscross pattern to Greyback and Finlay. An exaggerated pout appeared on her crummy face. She looked at Finlay's battered body, "Poor baby! Is Fenrir hurting you? What are you going to do now, go tell your father about it? What a joke, sorry to break it to you, but the closest thing you have to family are the rodents you've been housing in your bedroom."

"Don't touch him!" Harry growled, his feet still firmly rooted to the stone underneath him. A permanent scowl etched onto his face, creases between his eyebrows-making it look like he was trying to make them touch each other- more concerned, angry creases lined his forehead too.

"Oh I see you've come to bid farewell to the brat, is that so? Can't say I saw it coming, not without the help of your pesky little friends at least." Harry's scowl darkened, his fists clenched, ready to attack her the muggle way. He didn't look it, but he could hold his own in a brawl. He made sure of that, after years of Dudley's torment. He would have loved to pound her face in. "It doesn't matter, he's still useful to us. No need to get your knickers in a twist Potter."

What the hell does she mean by that? Finlay wasn't going to do anything for them! He wasn't just some pawn from one of Ron's chess sets! He was-he was, more than that.

"Get your grimy hands off of him." The torches flickered, and the walls trembled from the power physically coming off of Harry in waves. He had grown so close to the boy in such a short time, and there was no way in hell he was letting them hurt him even more. Now was his chance to fulfill the promise he made to Finlay.

"Ooh" Bellatrix smirked, scrunching her face mockingly "he's mad now. To bad we're on a tight schedule, I would have loved to continue this Wonder Boy, really, but I must be going." With that she disapporated, still clenching onto Finlay's jaw.

"Fuck!" Harry screamed to the ceiling. He thought of being anywhere but the dim, cold, bloody dungeon. Suddenly he felt his insides being turned and shifted. The next second he stood outside the Weasley's burrow, dirty, bruised, and angry as hell.