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the sun ~ a larry fanfiction
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Ongoing, First published Apr 18, 2022
Mature
pov harry

the last thing I remember was being pushed into some kind of room. I still remember the musty smell of the black gunnysack being pulled over my head. the pain of the cord cutting into my wrists because someone had tied me up. in a different context I would consider blindfolded and tied up probably as hot, but there was nothing hot about this situation. except the summer heat sunburning my shoulders. I didn't know back then that it was the last time my skin would ever feel the sun again.
That was until they pushed him into my cell.
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