All I Ever Wanted Was the World

Chapter 6

Harry certainly was going to get to the bottom of this. Even if it meant getting Voldemort to grant his death wish of what Draco had been thinking at that very moment in the cell.
He wanted to know, though he wasn't quite sure why.
Although , he didn't think that would ever happen because he didn't think he'd care enough to see what was in his enemy's mind.

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Draco took a miserably cold shower to rid himself of the feeling of pure and utter filth.
He wanted to shake off the lingering heat that rested within his belly.
He didn't feel as smug as he used to for getting at Potter; so why was he acting like this?
He certainly hated the other.
So why did he get the weirdest feelings mixing around from within?
It was merely a coincidence.
Perhaps the spoiled prat gave him a stomach bug at some point during the journey? It was impossible.
His mother had checked up on the raven haired boy and scanned him, and he had seemed to be free from any sicknesses..
He should stop thinking and get back to the dungeons before his father did: after all, he wouldn't want to be caught being careless with The-Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die.
The Malfoy Heir slowly descended the staircase that led to the basement, making his way back as soon as he had cleaned himself up.

It was going to be his day ; hopefully the Dark Lord decided to come right away and would be here in a few minutes.
He knew how fast the Dark Lord could be, and he was terrified for his life.
There was no way he could witness Harry's demise.
He wasn't a killer. He was a fighter, but he wasn't someone who would straight out murder his 'enemy'.

He scanned the area around him as he made his way downstairs.
Something was... Unsettling him deeply. No...something was off.

There was a moment where there was only silence and the muffled talking of someone.. Someone who sounded really pleased to be down there.

Draco's eyes widened as he froze, his hand inches from the doorknob that'd take him downstairs.
That wasn't just any noise at all.
He heard pained groaning and cold laughter that made him freeze and tense.
He felt the cold creeping up his spine as he soon realized what that had truly meant.

Harry Potter was having the Cruciatus Curse cast on him by The Dark Lord.
The thought had made him flinch violently as he stepped away for a brief moment, his heart racing with adrenaline in his chest. He could feel the bile in his stomach threatening to crawl up his throat.
He could either choose go back to his room and avoid this whole mess as long as he could, or face him and see Potter in pain.

The Dark Lord had arrived, and Draco Malfoy wasn't doubting that he wouldn't leave until he's made sure that Harry Potter was..
Draco couldn't think about it at all.
The thought was foreign and he couldn't even imagine himself killing anyone at all.
Better yet, thinking that the so called 'Savior' was going to die a cruel way in his manor.

【 ーーーーー 】

Harry couldn't muster any tears as he felt the violent sensation invade his being.
It was a wonder he didn't pass out from the pain.

Harry harshly bit down on his lip and drew blood that spilled down his chin, and held back the screams that he wanted to let out.
It was the worst thing that he'd ever felt in his life.
It was like being set on fire repeatedly and being struck with needles everywhere; though there was the fact that it was burning him from within.

Harry warily looked back into Voldemort's eyes for a brief second; his glare was weak, though he couldn't care less.

He should've listened to Hermione's words.
He should've never strayed from the Gryffindor Tower.
He should've never been so idiotic to jump headfirst into dangerous situations and end up in an even more dangerous situation.
He was just as bad as Voldemort, who looked like he wanted to kill Harry on the spot, but not before torturing him in any way he could.

"For the last time, Harry Potter.
Tell me exactly where the headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix is located... and perhaps I'll let you run around for a bit before I really do get my final revenge."
The Dark Lord hissed, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dark.
Harry let out a shaky breath.

As if he would live either way.
It wasn't like that was exactly what Voldemort wanted, but it did seem that he intended to make Harry of use before killing off The-Savior-of-the-Wizarding-World.

"It won't do you any good to ask me questions that I won't answer."
Harry stated, his voice raspy as his now tired and red-rimmed green eyes stared back at the Dark Lord.

"It's a wonder he hasn't just tried to see into my mind again.." Harry thought as he hung his head, avoiding Voldemort's intense gaze.
"I guess I really have no use of you now, do I? How quaint, I'll have to do what has been intended."
Voldemort ground out, standing back just as the door had opened and revealed a pale faced Draco.

Harry looked blankly at Voldemort, his gaze drifting to Draco's eyes as they were the last thing he'd seen.
Draco opened his mouth in horror but it was too late-

"Avada Kedavra!" The Dark Lord screamed, his wand slicing through the thickened air as he cast the spell.

There were bangs and flashes, and just as the terrified Draco opened his eyes to see the horrifying scene, he trembled and let out a shocked gasp as he felt his stomach drop into the pits of his very being.
The Dark Lord was on his knees, letting out a shrill scream and cry of outrage as he discovered that The-Boy-Who-Lived had suddenly disappeared.