Deal

10

Harry struggled against the magically produced restraints.
Tears pooled in his eyes as the restraints cut into his skin, his screams through the rag in his mouth becoming even more silent, the more he screamed the more it hurt.
He shook, and cried silently, begging anyone to save him.
Where was Tom? Where was he when Harry needed him?
Harry was exhausted, so he gave up his struggle for just a moment.
He silently cried, even though he tried hard not too.
He was so cold.
Where was Draco? And Nagini?
Nagini was always with him, where was she?
Harry shivered, as tears fell silently from his tired eyes.
How long had it been?
Days? Weeks?
Harry had no idea.
He'd fallen asleep and woken up, restrained in a dark room with no way out.
He always faintly heard voices above him, he couldn't recognize them, they were too far.
Ok, think Harry, think.
Harry opened his eyes, he'd refused to sleep for the past while.
He didn't want anyone to try anything while he slept.
Harry concentrated, trying to focus his magic.
He tried for a very long time, almost giving up.
But suddenly, light filled the room and Harry quickly shut his eyes at the brightness.
Yes!
Harry turned on the light!
Now he just needed to get out of the restraints.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the light.
Looking around, Harry noticed of what looked to be a basement.
The walls were black, and nothing else was really in the room with Harry.
Harry had no idea where he was but all he knew, was that he was getting the hell out of there.
Nagini wasn't there, Draco wasn't around, and Tom was no where in sight.
Harry knew he needed to find his own way out, and fast.
If not for Tom or himself, for the sake of their child.
Harry could do this.
He struggled some more, and upon feeling a burst of energy he hadn't had before, Harry again focused.
He felt the restraints loosen, and he smiled in victory as he slide out of them.
Harry sat up, and undid his feet.
He could feel his child's magic humming within him, and knew they were okay for now.
Harry was relieved and tried to stand, grabbing the wall for support.
His legs were wobbly, and he had an ache in his head.
But, fuck the pain. Harry was not going to die here, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
He wanted to be forever with Tom, the father of his child.
And he loved barking orders at Greyback and laughing with Bellatrix.
Yes, keep thinking like that!
Harry kept thinking about all the people he loved, the people he cared about and soon enough, he had reached the rickety old door.
It looked rusted and older than all hell.
Locked.
Harry looked around, and saw his wand, seemingly laying on a table.
Alright, either whoever took him were complete idiots, or they just thought he couldn't escape.
Harry grabbed his wand, and whispered in a raspy voice.
"Alohomora"
He heard a light click and slowly pushed the door open.
A quick scan told Harry no one was home.
What were these people? Fucking morons?
Harry dragged his feet and limped towards another door.
He opened it, hesitantly.
Wait..what?
Harry recognized where he was now.
He'd been here before.
Harry's blood boiled with anger.
He was going to kill every god damn light follower in the order he could.