Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: If continued, this will be a slash. If you don't like it, please don't read it and flame me 'cause you decided to ignore this.
The Sage and the Sightless
Harry Potter glanced down at the silver chains shackling his wrists, rubbing at the steel cold enough to burn. He pulled at them vainly, sighing and staring down dejectedly into his lap.
Six weeks. Six whole weeks he had been the prisoner of a mad psychopath and his Death Eaters and they had not, as of yet, killed him. As amazing as that in itself was, they did starve and torture him making him wish for death. He wanted anything, anything to relieve the pain. Even if it was death.
Though Voldemort has spent a good percentage of the last seventeen years hunting one Boy Who Lived, he had decided that he wouldn't kill Harry Potter. Instead, he opted for something better. Slower methods that were merciless. Food was too good for Harry Potter. Sleep was too good for Harry Potter.
It seemed, that death was even good to Harry Potter.
That wasn't what he thought, however. No. Harry Potter would be free, whether Moldy Voldie wanted him or not. Indeed, as soon as Harry Potter regained his freedom, he would be his.
Simply because Malfoys always got what they wanted…
Author's Note 1: I'm not sure if I will continue this- I want to make sure that people will read it if I do. If you would like a continuation, please review so!
Also, if you simply want to comment on my writing style, go ahead. I'm sure it's rusty; It's been FOREVER since I've written a fan fiction.