The capture of a broken boy//DRARRY//

Beyond repair

Harry's pov:
The cold air was like a title wave as it hit my sweat drenched face, my legs quivered as I ran tiredly throughout the deep fog covered forest. I rushed past large trees as branches hit my body and scratched my face, leaves crunched underneath my fast feet as I tumbled onward.

I could hear the distant screams and disordered laughter faintly behind me catching up with every step. I could feel my breath catch in my throat, the cold feeling like sharp jabs in my throat and chest as I gasped for air.

I quickly hid behind a large tree desperate to try and catch my quickening breath, I slumped my back to the tree and ran my left hand through my unruly hair while my other rested desperately on my chest. My options were limited as I knew I was running out of luck and time.  As I went to make a move my feet held themselves in place.

I looked down at my feet and saw the old and vine covered roots of the tree wrapping themselves around me. I scrambled to move away as fast as I could but it was too late. The roots pulled me to the ground and wrapped around my body like they did Cedric in the maze. "NO" I screamed as I tried to scramble away.

The roots where to strong and hugged my arms tightly to my sides restraining me fully, I thrashed about trying to get out of the tree's vital attempt at capture. As my face was covered with the roots, I could see nothing but darkness as my body was dragged deeper and deeper and deeper-

The covers of my bed were abruptly pulled back as sat up in bed, panting heavily I ran a hand through my hair. Something was wrong, I looked around the room in desperate attempt to place where I was and I heard the sound of feet moving loudly towards my room. I looked around and saw it, posters on the wall, bars screwed tightly over the small window the oversees the garden.

This was my room, well Dudley's second bedroom. Panic set in as the footsteps grew closer and the many locks on the old wood door were unhinged as the door knob twisted open. Panic set in as I realized the horror the was to come.

"Boy how many time have I told you?! Be quiet when quests are here!" Uncle Vernon screamed as I backed far into the wall behind me. With the belt in his hand he stepped closer to me "now you're going to pay boy, I AM GOING TO WAKE UP!"

What? My face twists in confusion as I hear what he says "w-what?" I stammer out letting sobs between my words. "I said wake up" he says as the belt in his hand raises.

"Wake up!" He shouts and I flinch
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
"Wake up!"

I jerk awake in a cold sweat and seething headache. Desperate sobs leaving my lips as I greedily gasped for air. The large gulps of air brought life and exhaustion to my blurry mind, enough for me to register where I was. I looked around and found the room to be quiet and cold in spite of a looming figure standing above me.

"It's ok, breathe." The man said as I continued to gulp air. As my lungs loosened and I began to calm my rapid pulse I could make out the man in front of me as Aries.

"Hello potter, good you're awake. Night terror?" He asked plainly, like this was the most normal thing in the world, Harry Potter, the savior, me, being comforted by a death eater. "Yeah-" I breathed "-yeah something like that"

He looked at me with dark eyes, his face was not covered but that was still a mask hiding the deep thoughts and feelings of the man the stood before me, his guard was up and he was observing me as if I was a animal in a muggle zoo.

"Well breakfast is ready, you are expected in the parlor, get dressed and don't keep him waiting" Aries said in a strict tone, he sounded like when aunt petunia used to tell me my chores like I would forget them the instant the words fell from her mouth, it was condescending but I dreadfully nodded my head in acknowledgment.