Till The End • A HarryxRon Fanfiction

Nightmare

Trigger Warning

Red was all that could now be seen. Fists flew into the body that laid curled up; covering his head and trying his best to not make noises. Knowing all too well that if he did this torture would get worse. Crimson pools will become a sea and the pain will cause electrocution to coarse through his already weak body. Muscules became weak from trying to keep himself awake, the pain to a normal person would be unbearable and they would most likely be screaming in agony.

Blood seeped out of the wounds Vernon had already given him; the repetitive motion of being hit soon ceased. It caused the boy to go numb yet stiffen with fear. He knew they would be back to carry on the torture and knew it would be worse than what was just happening. 

Seconds felt like hours; years even which just made the fear swell inside him. His thoughts raced and he couldn't even focus on the pain. 

Scream.

A blood-curdling scream echoed through the Dursley's house as cold steel pierced through torn clothing and pale skin. Blood started gushing out the wound; Crimson saturating the already destroyed shirt he wore. 

"Scream again. I dare you." Vernon said harshly, his voice low and threatening. Green eyes shut tightly and teeth sunk into the bottom lip to stop the screams. He could feel the tip of the blade turning in his hip; slashing through skin and fat. A feeling he could never forget. It was now he wished he was dead. Sure he loved his friends at Hogwarts but this. Nothing would be worth enduring this for. 

With that thought passing Vernon pulled the knife out, it snagging against the inside of the wound as he did so. He didn't think about being careful. He was too malicious and evil for that. "Goodbye, Say hello to your parents." he chuckled vindictively; raising his arm with the knife in. Without a blink, it came soaring down towards the boy's chest.

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Jolting, Harry woke up. His body was covered in sweat and blood; hands quickly frailed over his body as he checked for any indication for that being the truth. His hip was fine minus the scaring and bruises. A sigh of relief and a quiet sob escaped him.

He truly missed his friends, he wanted out of all this. It was too much. He knew he couldn't tell anyone, not even his best friend but he would be safe and that was enough for him. Harry was terrified and weak. He didn't feel as though he was himself anymore. It was destroying him. Tears rolled down his cheeks and soaked his blood crusted shirt. This wasn't a life anyone deserved.

"Get dressed, Potter." Whispered a voice as well as a knock at the door. "Its time to go so you better be quick." They spoke again. Causing Harry to quicken his pace. 

Go? go where? He thought but little did he know his prayers were being answered.

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A/n-   A big trigger warning. Please leave a comment and vote, I hope you enjoyed this Chapter.