The Free, and The Non-Free by Crimson Nightmare



Summary for post: AU.Riddle being a bounty hunter (a good guy, can you believe it?) Harry's the evil prisoner he had to deal with. Somewhere along the lines, Draco appears and gives them a silvery, angelic shock. Extremely dark, implied rape, and semi-graphical threesome SLASH!



EXTREME WARNING: Do not read this if you think rating R is your highest limit! Please take note of this if you're going to read this. Just to be on the safe side.



Summary 2: AU. In an all-men's jail, nothing good can happen; in the freedom of the outside world, it's not much better either. Everyone has their little story; here's theirs. WARNING: implied rape, threesome, semi- graphic SLASH! Not for weak hearted.



Declaimer: Harry, Draco, and Tom Riddle are the original novel Harry Potter's boys, but the rest are all mine baby bunnies. So be nice to them, they've been working hard under my wrath. Oh, and, Angel is just a nickname, it's not the Angel in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", or the Angel in "Angel"!



Rating: R, for nasty situations, swearing, and threesome SLASH, which shouldn't appear in this chapter. Will be so in the next.





A/N: Hello there! Proud to announce that I've lived through exams, (though I *might* not have gotten sky-high marks) and I'm still alive (Not that anyone cares, really~)!! I've debated countless times with myself over the question of 'should I really put this chapter up?' because this chapter really leans more to the imaginary world than the real one that I've been previously using as a setting (though I did say in PRE-WARNINGS that this is a world of powers - as in, authority, and special powers born rarely to some).



All in all, I decided to post it anyways. Just as a reminder especially for this chapter:

The connection between the last chapter and this one is not really clear, but I promise you if another chapter comes out explanations will be done about why the bus had acted that way all of the sudden and also to introduce the 'special squad' that, apologizes here, haven't appeared at all~*sweats*



READ THIS CHAPTER WITH A POSSIBILITY OF 'SUPERNATURAL POWERS IN THE REAL WORLD' IN MIND!! (Or, try thinking 'the unexplainable' of the world...................)



Also, this chapter may be quite disturbing: with a lot of blood and implied raping.





Be warned!!!





Chapter 3: The White Railway Track



White. He hated color white.



The white light of the original prison, the white light of the moon, the white lights from streetcars, and also, he hated himself - for being unbearably filled with color white. He had tried to get away from it, but had always ended up staying with white - the blinding, faking, and lying color white.



Lying white is deceiving.

//He touched the black strands of wild, wild hair of the sleeping man with admiration//

Faking white is beautiful.

//He traced softly down to the black colored eyelashes, where there was a small new dark red bite mark on the eyelid//

And blinding white is fatal.

//The man woke up//

"Oh, hello." The green-eyed man said gently, totally unlike him when he was with anybody else. "Draco."

The man looked around at the dark bus at night. "What are you doing up?" He whispered dryly, feeling thirsty in the middle of the night.

The pale young man watched him silently with his glittering silver eyes, not moving closer nor getting away.

"Something on your mind, kid?" He smiled slightly, brushing the long silver locks from the side of the young man's cheek. He lingered his finger on the dark, vertical scar on the pale skin and leaned over and kissed it with gentleness. "Wanna get out of here for a few minutes? Take a walk with me?" His green eyes gave a dim mysterious light at night.

The young man nodded.

"Alright then." The green-eyed man got up and picked his lock (very easily) and took the young man with him out of the prisoner's bus. The young man widened his silver eyes a bit at how easy 'getting out' was.



"Come." Harry held out his hand.



Draco took it.



//Flashback//



"Daddy, where are we going?" The silver-haired little boy asked his father.

"It's a surprise, son."

The tall man held out his hand, and the little boy took it.

"Is it something fun?"

"You could say that." The man looked somewhat distanced.

"Is anything wrong, Daddy?" The little boy asked, sensing the father's abnormal behaviour.

There was a pause. "Draco, baby." The tall man squatted down to talk at eye level with his son. "Daddy wants you to know he loves you. Okay? Baby?"

The little boy looked puzzled, but said without hesitation, "I love you, too, Daddy."



//Flashback end//



"What's wrong, Draco?" The man beside him asked.

He shook his head and smiled a little bit in polite gratitude. He looked up and saw the moon, the thing that was so beautiful but so cruel. It shone happily on the night they killed his father. He quickly hid into the shadows, trying to get away from the snatching moonlight, and the man beside him followed quickly, though a bit confused.

Potter came over and squatted down beside the whimpering young man and sighed, "So it was at night, huh? You did something at night?" He held Draco into his chest and closed his eyes. "I know. I know it's horrible. But you can't hide forever. So could you tell me, please?"

The silver eyes looked up and told him that there was nothing to say. He did it. And that was it. There was no excuses, no explanations to what happened that night. In his mind, it was murder. His father was dead because of him. Everybody died that night, because of him.



//flashback//



He screamed as the men with guns took his father away. Lucius turned to look at him, but the men with guns slapped him right away. A trickle of blood ran down the man's temple.

"Kneel! I said kneel!"

His father kneeled. Draco silenced. His father had never been disrespected before, no need to mention kneeling down before other men. Draco watched in cold fear as his father was slapped over and over again, and a deep gash was drawn vertically down the man's right cheek. Blood was washing his father's ripped coat.

He fought to get to his father, but the tall men with guns held him down. His father, by now, was half unconscious.



"Well? I thought these things were supposed to react when they're angered!" One of the men commented with impatience. "It's been a whole hour, why can't he Gust?"

"Maybe not humiliated enough." One of the large men smiled evilly, "I say we ride him. That should do it, and he's-" He smiled down at the kneeling man, "awfully pretty."

"Yeah!" "Yeah." "Agreed!" The others agreed.

"Faggots." The leader muttered in disgust. "Fine, I give only half more hour. I'll be outside." He said as he walked out, "Faggots."



Draco watched in true horror room full of sultry-looking men started closing in on the two of them and making disgusting taunts and teases; in further terror Draco discovered that some were actually looking at him.

"Hey, kid. Can you Gust?" One of them bent down and asked him mockingly.

"Gust?" His mind was racing fast; he had to get him and his father out of there, now!

"Yeah. You know, we've seen your father Gust once before. Man, the whole library crashed down! Lucky we were outside." He was getting closer and closer, and by now his hands were running up the little boy's thighs. "Can you do that? Can you make things move or explode when you're angry?" The man suddenly propped him onto the table, and the man's knee was sliding in between his legs.

Draco was, by now, scared to death. He was five years old. Vaguely he understood that he was in a room full of horny, full-grown men with his father being half-unconscious. A man is already advancing on him presently. What was he to do?



"What are you doing? Oh, no, no, no -- " The man said in mocking kindness, "Little Draco, no getting away. I ask a question, and you answer them. If you don't --" The man suddenly pulled down his pants. "This --" The man pointed down, "is going in here --" The man slipped a hand into the little boy's pants, hands roaming the perfect, creamy little thighs. "Now, " The man said with his face flushing out of urge to fuck. "Tell me. Does weird things happen when you get angry?"

"Yes." Draco trembled in a small voice, shaking at the man's invasion of his privacy and the others watching with big smiles on their faces.

"What kind of weird things?" The man started pulling Draco's trousers down; when Draco tried to get away, his father was slapped hard again.

"My teddy bear flies across the room sometimes." The little boy lowered his head in defeat. "And other things. They move around."

"And nobody's touching them." the man before him asked.

"No." Draco said obediently.

"Good." The man turned to look at the others and pointed towards Lucius. "Kill him. We don't need him anymore."



//flashback end//



The man behind him held him closer, and he could hear the breathing and heartbeats pounding. He snuggled further into the man's lap, wishing he could be in there forever. "Harry?"

The green-eyed man seemed startled at him speaking, "Yes, Draco?"

"Do you want to do me, too?"

The innocent yet horrifying statement made even a criminal like SIN1, Harry Potter, stop for a moment to interpret what the real meaning of the sentence was. "What, why would you say a thing like that?" He said without understanding. He could not understand why someone would think like this.

"Then why are you so good to me?"

Ah, so that's what he's thinking. Harry softened a little at the young man's troubled mind. It seems like everyone who touches or holds him wants to use him. Of course he would think that way. "Why are you speaking to me, then, if you think I'm going to rape you?"

"I hoped you wouldn't."

"I won't. Unless you want me to make love to you, which is a totally different matter."

"I don't understand." Draco's small voice replied. "No one ever holds me the way you do. Except --" He lowered his head.



//flashback//



Draco watched in slow-motioned horror as a gun was pointing right at his father's temple, and he screamed as the trigger was pulled.











Sometime later the high-tech locked door opened itself, and a river of crimson flooded out from the little white room. A little boy was walking out with his silver eyes wide and not blinking at all, and a gush of blood was running down his forehead and over the silver pupils. He did not blink. Red. Red. All over the white colored halls. White blinding lights blinked at him. He fell into the sea of red and then got up again, soaked in blood from head to toe.

Strikes of red stained the pure white.

Snow White, Snow White.

A dead red apple.

White.

Oh, is that blood? Daddy?



A body was floating in the air behind him - his father's dead body.



"Hey! What? Where, where are you guys --" The one who went out of the room got back in. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my --" He turned suddenly and saw the little boy with the boy's father's body floating behind, he took out his gun and -

Another invisible force came out of nowhere and the man was ripped apart as if something invisible was eating him up. The horror of the scene was nothing in the little child's eyes, for he did not feel anything at the moment. Blood was spraying all over the place, as the man's body was ripped apart here and there.





Silence.





Piano was broken. Strings flew up and shot across the room to where it could reach the walls and formed a string fence at the door. Drops of blood suddenly rose from the small sea of red and dropped themselves onto the wall. It wrote in dewdrops of blood: D-I-E-D-I-E-D-I-E.



The little boy left the place, passing through security with a stare at the place and it blew up into pieces. Behind him were still his dead father and other things flying around.



Broken piano notes from remaining strings.



Doors exploded as the little boy and the father's body passed by. Streetcars ran into each other, and in the sky was the pale sliver of moon laughing cruelly at them. Telling the little boy how useless he was. He couldn't save his father.

He walked toward a garden, where his father and him used to go all the time to look at the apple blossoms at spring, performing mass destruction as he walked along the street. His dead father floated behind him, and his feet shook and dripped blood at every step he took. Finally the boy was at the garden with apple blossoms already blooming, and pink and white petals fell like rain as the two passed by.

The boy stopped under the largest tree, where there were white apple blossoms falling down from above and stood there as an invisible force lifted the black earth scoop by scoop. The body of the father was finally gently laid down into the soil. A tiny tornado came out of nowhere and blew every single piece of petal into the hole on the ground with the father in it. When the hole was filled up fully with white petals, earth started to close itself. As the father's body was all covered except for the face, the little boy bent down and reached out a small hand to touch the familiar face. He opened his mouth trying to say something but couldn't, and so he did not.

His father was finally buried. And he woke up from the non-blinking walk with a start.



//flashback end//



"Draco." A gentle voice was calling him.

"Draco, wake up." He opened his eyes and found a comforting presence behind his back. "You fell asleep, kiddo." The man behind him said with a smile. "And it's almost morning, so I thought maybe you want to sleep in the bus."

Draco looked at the man with his silver eyes and said after a little while, "I want to be here, with you."

Harry smiled, "Sure, but don't catch a cold. I don't have a coat to offer you."

Draco shook his head timidly and fell back to the arms of the green-eyed man. He did not know why he wanted to be with this man so much, he just wanted to. There and then he turned and found the man's lips with his own and pecked shyly him on lips.

Harry laughed with a happy look, "Oh! You do like kissing me. Can I kiss you back?"

The green eyes pleaded the silver ones.

"Yes."



Then the two kissed each other with shy liking. As Harry had said earlier to Riddle, he spoils and pets the young man, even though Riddle would not believe him.



No one would ever believe that these two were top criminals if they had seen them now. They looked simply like two lovebirds pecking at each other timidly and not even having a real serious tong kiss.



Riddle leaned beside the tree they were sitting under and watched with a smirk. He had been following them ever since Harry begun picking his locks. To make sure they weren't running away, he chose to follow them instead of sleeping his head off - he was having bad dreams anyway. The men he left at the bus had the special squad guarding them, though he trusted none of the officers, he really rather follow these two and see what they were up to.



He watched and thought it was really cute. So he stayed, enjoying the two pecking at each other, until, that is, Harry finally noticed Riddle behind the tree.



"Riddle!" He gasped, unlike his usual collected coolness when they themselves had encountered the previous night.

"No, don't stop! It's so cute!" Riddle teased, "My, you do have a cute side, Potter."

"Does the word 'privacy' sound like anything important to you, Riddle?"

"No, Potter, it does not." Riddle said with a yawn. "Anyways, just here to remind you two that it's four in the morning, better get going. But I'll understand if you two want to fuc-"

"No swearing, Riddle," Potter said, "You'll scare him away." He pointed at the by now asleep young man in his arms.

"When did he fell asleep? He was awake like - a minute ago."

"He's tired, Riddle, I just led him through a memory session. He needs rest."

"Fine. Come back in, then, I don't want to leave the guards to Kent. He'll eat them up."

Potter picked the sleeping young man up obediently, and followed the bounty hunter starting back. The silver hair of the young man flew in the air like softened piano strings playing little sad songs in the air, and the little angel slept peacefully in his arms. He looked up and saw that Riddle was looking back at them with an admiring look.

"You make a good couple, Potter." Riddle said with more tease than admiration, "You two look adorable together."

"Thanks, Riddle, didn't know you cared." Potter replied without believing him, of course.

"I didn't, either."



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//Earlier//

Finally back from knocking Kent out and bringing him back to the bus, Riddle was tired out of his wits. He threw the large man back in, muttering, "That's why I usually like them dead in my vehicle." He said while looking regretfully at the bullets stashed inside of his leather jacket - the prison administer only allowed him to use darts instead of bullets. He felt as if his hand itched once in a while for real bullets. (Sigh)

He came back finding James losing his Poker game with Potter, Freddie still snoozing away, and SIN5, as usual, nested himself in the little corner at the side of the bus. He managed to pull himself to the driver's seat and fell onto the uncomfortable 'bed' with a groan. His back ached and his face was splattered with his own and Kent's blood again. And he wasn't preparing to wash it off until their next stop.

After about twenty minutes, Riddle gained a bit more strength and started going around to check the bus. He wanted to know what made the bus acted the way it did. Yet for a whole hour he examined, there was no evidence of technical problems, or anybody meddling with the engines. The bus was still in perfect form. He didn't like this. He didn't like things unexplainable.

Like that bus incident years ago.



Tbc.................................



A/N: Alright, that was full of supernatural experiences and really sappy situations, which did not suit this fic at all. Now you understand why I debated such a long while over whether to put up this chapter or not?

Anyways, I know that chapter wasn't enough to explain Draco's world, but here's a interlude, or, rather, an analysis of Draco in this fic. Cautions: read this with a mood of insanity; hell, read everything in this fic that has to do with Draco with an insane mood! You get what I mean.



Draco, in this fic, had been innocent from the very beginning. He had never done or faced anything relating to evil since his father loved him very much and protected him all the time. Draco still remained innocent after the massacre that his powers caused, because he was completely unaware of it - that is why he woke up with a start, and later, as some would be able to guess, finally realized (with a child-logic) what was happening and what he had done.

His mind was torn between a totally innocent mind of a child, and a mind that was involved with frightening supernatural powers that had the ability to destroy thousands. For that reason, even his original child logic could work out that he was a 'bad, bad boy' and that some sort of punishment would have to fall upon him to fix that problem. Yet, I doubt he was able to work out that being locked up would prevent something like this happening again. In his case, he ended up in prison without understanding what a prison even was or what it could do to fix his 'problem'; he simply obeyed like a good boy because he thought that was what the adults said because he had done something really bad.

Everything about Draco is a memory. His scar to his father, his long hair to piano strings, his silence to the shock and the punishments, and also the fear of moonlight and decisions like keeping himself isolated. Draco is not like Riddle, who dwells on the past; instead, he was simply 'the past', meaning that he had never grew out of that child's mind since prison was certainly no place for children-developing education! Also, for Draco, there was no free or non-free. There was only nothing. Empty. Totally pure and innocent. No one ever taught him to grow up, and there were no teenage- rebellion phases for him. He simply never grew. A simple five-year-old.

Lastly, Draco's two conflicting minds - the child mind and a mind dealing with supernatural powers, made him grew hateful to anything that had the slightest connection with 'white'. This part of Draco's thinking is a total chaos, because it does not make any sense to anyone that *has* sense. 'White', in Draco's subconscious, represented all that was 'bad' because, for one, HE was 'white' from head to toe, and also, the walls were white, and moon was white. Though this may be an irrational blame, this is about the only concept that Draco had come up with that was not exactly innocent. For once, he hated. For once, he was not pure at all.



Big thanks to everyone who read this and reviewed. Also to those who are reading this!

Replies for reviewers:

Celeste: Ah~ How I love long reviews~ Thank you!! Draco's little mind and world is revealed in this chapter, it's not what you expected, is it? Also, the kind of love between him and devious!Harry is weirdly fluffy, isn't it? Not at all what I expected either, but there it was while writing like mad. Sex scenes? I was kind of having fun cutting it off, because it give people room to use their imaginations........but yeah, I know, darn, eh? There's so much more that can be done with Draco, though, because in his case one needs to be especially careful in case he gets a nervous breakdown. Anything related to sex has to proceed slowly with him. Anyways, hope you liked the chapter (that is, if you read it this time.)

Kitten: Where this is going...............well, let's just say that I have a 'vague' idea. I'm not sure how long it's going to go on or exactly what's going to happen, but I do have an idea about some of the scenes I want to put in here. Besides, this is a fic especially written while CN's in rage, so I'm not even sure what I'll be writing when I'm mad! *blinks* Now 'that's' a weird author!

Hatter: Thank you! I'm not sure how long it's going to spin, either..........(gulps) Well, I just know some things that will happen, but the when part still needs to be worked on. I will finish it, eventually, but that means I'll have to be either in rage or get some sort of inspiration to work on this fic~ Any 'other' questions are also welcome, review! Review! *giggles*

Shadowmisteress: Oh~ *feels flattered* Thank you! I hope this chapter meets expectations, too! Though I do feel a bit guilty about how 'often' I update this fic (or any of my fics!), but this fic only progresses if I get angry, which really doesn't happen often. Now, this chapter is a bit different, I had this really weird kind of inspiration for Draco to be like this, so I just, well, wrote it. Afterwards I looked it over and discovers how different it felt from other two chapters........*sighs* I hope you liked it, though!

Anya Malfoy: Ah~~~ Don't die!!! *blinks nervously* but what-happens-next doesn't really appears in this chapter, does it? *sweats* Really, this fic is quite messy now that I look back on the chapters. A little bit of what happens is mentioned by the end of the chapter, I look at it and smiles weakly............there's so little about what happens next...........Oh well, still I hope you liked the chapter.

Viper: Thank you! I'm trying to carry on, catching the moments when I'm in rage and everything.........Oh, and about "The Break, The Breaking, The Broke, and The Broken", due to the reasons that I've been working on too many fics at one time, I'm not going to update that one until I've gotten "Fingering You: need a new title" and "The Sleepwalker" done. But thank you for reviewing. If I finally get around to update that one, I'll be sure to email you on the updates!

Again, thanks everyone (the very few of you~) who reviewed.

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