Scars (Drarry)

In The Dark

Harry's P.O.V
     I dashed down the train in pursuit of the mysterious cloaked figure. The figure was fast but he had to crouch constantly, so his head wouldn't hit the ceiling. Damn was he tall!! I don't know why he is here, what his history is, or if he is even a male, but I want to help him, he seems distressed. He didn't say a word when he sat down and he didn't want to leave either.
     I watched as the figure disappeared into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. I ran up to the door and was about to knock when I heard a soft sobbing coming from the other side. I felt a deep pang of symphony in my heart as I heard the sobbing, something was wrong and I was determined to find out what it was. I rasped softly on the door and I heard the sobbing cease instantly. So I decided to try my luck and talk to the person on the other side of the door.
     "Um, hi... My name is Harry. I saw you run in here and I heard you crying... I just want to help.. may I come in?" I said softly. I really wanted to help, but I doubted they would let me in. To my surprise the door knob began to open and a gloved hand slipped out. I watched in curiosity as the hand held itself out, extended like it was awaiting a handshake. Cautiously I slipped my hand into the gloved one and intertwined our fingers. Then in one swift movement the door opened and I was pulled into the pitch black bathroom, the door slamming shut behind me.
     I started to freak out, what if this was a trap?!? What if the figure is going to kill me?!? I continued to freak out until two hands gently grabbed either side of my face. The touch calmed me greatly and I grabbed my wand in order to cast Lumos but before I could, the gloved hands snatched my wand away.
     "Hey!" I yelled at the figure, even tough I couldn't see, hear or feel it, I still knew it was there. I was about to yell again when a finger pressed to my lips, effectively silencing me. I felt paralyzed, what was I supposed to do? How could I help? Suddenly the gloved finger was removed from my lips and I felt two thin, yet strong, arms pull me to the floor. I came willingly and found myself sitting in the figure's lap, two arms snaked around my waist and a head rested on my shoulder.
     "Do you want to know what's wrong?" The figure asked in a soft voice, just barely audible over my pounding heart. I nodded my head eagerly and felt a hand fall loosely into my own. My breath hitched when, instead of silk, I felt soft flesh, I ran my fingertips along the hand and through touch I realized that the hand was covered with scars. Lots of scars. In all different shapes and sizes. The skin in between scars was soft and smooth and I found that I couldn't get enough of the feeling. But then, much to my dismay, the train stopped and mysterious figure fled, robes billowing behind him. While I sat dumbfounded in the dark bathroom.