Harry, I'm Sorry. • A Tomarry Fanfiction

Alone.

Pain. Withering and torturous pain; so much pain the complexion is ashen. His naturally pale skin has sunken in tone to something so lifeless it would scare anyone just to look at him. His eyes close and he sucks himself into a deeper place to cope, well in attempts to anyway. He clutched at the bedsheets to try and minimise the pain. It barely seems enough, yet his heart rate comes down almost twenty beats per minute. He's been in this dark place before, felt more pain than a human body could bear, it happened every summer and a few times over the course of the year.

Slowly he tried to get up but quickly realized how futile it was when he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out; everyone already seemed to hate him and he had no idea why. Sharp pain laced through his head and colourful spots flashed in front of his eyes, it felt like his whole body had been beaten without the evidence and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. Regardless, he needed to get out of here to try and escape the pain.

Wincing In pain he started to grab the corners of desks and at the cracks in the wood to help him pull himself out of the dorm. He was careful to not look at the students that stared at him in anger as he did. The pain had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at his stomach. There's nausea within too, just enough to make him hold onto a table for support and breath slow. Tom often prized himself in ignoring the pain he had been getting over the years and just rocking on regardless, but that just isn't possible right now. It owns him, dominates every thought, controls every action. Like it was closer somehow. 

In the meantime, a boy of the same age and hair colour was in the room the other was in just a few hours before. 

Dumbledore had called the green-eyed boy who everyone knew as Harry Potter not too long ago after having realised he wasn't in the hall. Harry was terrified of this wizard; more so than the Dursleys. Which said a lot and gave anyone the idea of what Albus did to the boy behind closed doors. The man was already stressed and despite what everyone thought, he was far from a nice man. He was manipulative and cruel. Only some knew this truth. 

Pulling out his wand; Dumbledore's eyes turned from blue to steel in a matter of seconds, a sadistic part of him pulling its way through the cracks of his dead heart. Words faded into the air as quickly as they were spoken, Harry collapsing to the hard floor. His body seemed to shrivel and come in on itself. The worst pain imaginable but out of force he couldn't scream or cry out; instead silent tears rolled down pink cheeks. 

"Crucio," Dumbledore repeated the words over and over again, his wand constantly swooping over Harry's withering body. The man watched with an icy gaze, the pain was as if giant hands grabbed his body and started twisting like a Chinese burn all over, cracking and crunching echoed through the walls, bruises quickly forming but a spell was cast to stop any death or such. The cruellest thing alive was that spell, Dumbledore could do anything to the boy without him dying. Most would be dead or have had their hearts stop due to the intense amount of pain being received constant waves.

The pain was like no other and despite this Harry still prefered to be here than at his so-called home. This would happen once or twice over the year but there it was a daily occurrence of pain, blood and gaping wounds. It was emotional torture and the burn of his skin. He hated being there, he hated how it found him even in the darkest corners of slumber. He hated being alive. 

His body grew weak and tired, as his life source came in and out, fluttering about like a butterfly of death; so delicate and so pretty. A thing those are drawn close to but one touch and life is no more. This is were Dumbledore stopped and chuckled softly, seeing the boy as pathetic. He knew about the abuse Harry got at home but he far from cared about that. He let it happen and took advantage of it. "Get up." He demanded, his voice low and sickening. "Now."

Harry scumbled to his feet in fear and pain, his body aching and destroying him but also giving him the push to run. His body felt all mushed and twisted from the unforgivable curse, his body having gotten used to him being crumpled up. Leaving the doors, Harry did his best to act as normal as humanly possible despite what just happened. His cheeks were red and he looked sick. 

Yet, there was Tom; fear struck Harry again but he could also see the pain in the eyes of the other. And Tom the pain in Harry's. 

Tom's chest felt uneasy like he was on a ship and it was rocking against the wind of a storm. He couldn't take his eyes off the boy, as if they were meant to be upon him. He didn't know who he was or anything but that didn't mean he wasn't curious. Lost in his emotions of happiness, pain and confusion he didn't notice Harry run off. 

"Please don't go." Tom thought; it ringing through their minds.

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A/N- whoop, another chapter a little later than I said but it's up and I hope you enjoy this one!!!