CAN'T BE SAVED... OR MAYBE CAN BE?

[Ethan Hunter Potter]

All Ethan had wanted was to meet up with his guy in Knockturn Ally and get back to Hogwarts before the party started. He only needed to get his ganja and the pills and he would be set for at least a few days... He was just getting worse on the pills and he knew it but he would never admit it. They kept him going at this point. It was to be able to play Quidditch without any pain and just because he loved the way he felt when he was on the and not the way he felt when he hadn't taken them in a while. Now it had been a week and a half and he was sick and tired of throwing up from the lack of pills... Okay, so maybe the puking blood part had to do with being tossed around and having the most evil guy Ethan had ever seen using magic torture on him at a daily rate... Whatever the case, he knew he felt like shit and he was sure he looked just as bad as he felt if not worse. Which was pretty bad.

He had been going in and out of consciousness for however long he had been there. To be truthful, it could have been three days or three months and he wouldn't really be sure. This must be what an animals perception of time felt like. Completely unreal. The only reason he really knew how long it was is because the damn bastards were reminding him daily on how many days he had been waiting around to be rescued. When he was taken from Knockturn Ally that night, he did not know what hit him. Literally. He had been stunned or something because he remembered going down hard, but he did not remember anything else until he had awoken later with his feet tied together and his hands tied behind his back sore as can be laying on the cold stone ground of some sort of... Dungeon? Cell? It was something of the sort.

Then this guy, he called himself Blackwell, leader of The Nex, had come in ranting about how he was going to make sure that from now on there was a pureblood wizarding race. Ethan thought for sure most these purists had died out in the Battle of Hogwarts his grandpa Harry had fought against Voldemort in years before. Why, so many years later, did this guy have to go ruining everything? And why take him? That question was soon answered. Blackwell wanted Albus Potter, Minister of Magic, out of the way. And the best way to lure out someone like Albus was to take something he cared about. Truth be told, Cato Blackwell had said, Ethan was just the easiest target. Wandering around in Knockturn Ally as though he belonged and all. With those words he had used the cruciatus curse on Ethan, and then he told him it was just to have the pleasure of hearing him scream.

From that point on, Ethan tried his best to not make a noise whenever Blackwell came in to torture him. Between him and the other members of The Nex, Ethan was tortured by magic and by simply being kicked around the dungeon floor. They made sure he knew his life would be hell until someone came to find him. They had his wand, and with his limbs tied and now feeling several ribs broken for sure, Ethan had given up on a plan for escape. He thought long and hard for what seemed like hours every time they left him alone, trying to think of a way to get himself out, unable to stand it any longer. The problem was, there really was no way out for him. The only way this was going to end was if his dad or Uncle came and found him, or he was dead. At this point, Ethan really would have taken either option.

He had no idea if his dad or anyone had any idea he was even missing yet? Had Cato even tried to make it known that he had Ethan? That question was answered after the first eight days. Blackwell came in and told him that now maybe someone might finally try to come rescue Ethan because he had gotten bored with him now. Then he started to mess with him again and Ethan being very weak at this point being fed the bare minimum of some water and maybe a piece or two of bread here and there -if they were feeling kind enough that day- that he couldn't help it and he yelled out in pain. Please, just let this end soon, he thought to himself.

word count, 800 !
tags, claire, sirius, cato/ jana, valval
notes, 800 words on the dot... i suck at intros.

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[Cato Alexander Blackwell]

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Plans were moving ahead quite nicely for the Nex. Cato had accomplished his goal of capturing one of the ministers’ children. He knew Albus and he knew how Albus cared about his family especially after everything Albus went through to keep them. He had been watching everyone since his seventh year in school bidding his time and slowly gathering followers waiting to rise to power. He was going to do what Lord Voldermort couldn’t and that was to take over the wizarding world and end the dirty blood being able to attempt to learn magic. Mudbloods shouldn’t be allowed to step through the doors of Hogwarts. The school had gone soft and he was determined to fix the problems of the wizarding world.

A small smile crept over Cato’s features as he wrote an owl to Albus Potter. He reminded him that he had his son and was torturing the kid beyond his wildest imagination. Cato could hear Ethan’s screams as if the child was screaming now. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought back on the past week. Oh how those were wonderful days. He spent most of them torturing Ethan Potter. Of course there were others here in his dungeons and they were here just for the fun, which is what he told the potter child why he was here mostly. The truth was though that Cato wanted Albus Potter dead and he knew Albus would come for his son and when he did Cato would kill Albus. He had explained this plan to Ethan several times. He had hoped it would frighten the boy.

He had just gotten done torturing someone next to Ethan’s cell. None of his prisoners could walk and some could barely speak. They begged for it to stop, to be fed, and given water but Cato refused their petty request. They were weak and he made sure to tell them that. How they were even allowed to practice magic was beyond him. Only the strong survived and none of them were strong. They all broke in the end and of course they fought but when all hope is gone the body just gives out sometimes and this is when you find out who is strong, who is a survivor. He looked at another prisoner and a small smile on his lips. He used the torture curse on her repeatedly letting her screams echo through the dungeons. Do you hear that everyone he said she wants it to stop. He walked into her cell and kicked her some then used the torture curse on her again. You are pitiful he said. He walked to Ethan’s cell and stared at the boy watching and waiting to see what he would do next.

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[Ethan Hunter Potter]

It was funny how one day you can be worried about getting your fix and getting to Quidditch practice on time, and the next you just want it to end... Because you really have no perception of time left, it is simply there. You exist and not much more. When he had first been brought in, he had tried his damnedest to fight back, throwing himself as a whole at the men before him, just trying to knock them off balance. To be able to grab a wand for a second was all he needed... But they knew that and they wouldn't let it happen. Once Ethan's hands and feet were free, he would have been able to run away. Would have been able to. Now he was so weak from torture and starvation and dehydration that there was no way he were going anywhere. He rather thought they only kept him tied up now just because they can, and to make it more uncomfortable on him.

Once rather strong and handsome, Ethan now looked weak and pathetic. He was bruised and bloodied all over, there was no telling what bones were broken, which muscles may be torn and what internal injuries he might have. All he could tell at this point was that if someone didn't help him soon, it would be too late. He was having to try harder every day to stay conscious for more than a few minutes. Except when he was being hurt by these piece of shit bastards... Then he was wide awake, no matter what he wanted. He couldn't seem to pass out from pain because he knew if he went quiet they would only make it worse, waiting to hear his screams. That was how it had been from the beginning and Ethan just could not imagine what kind of cheap thrill it must be for them, hurting him like that. What could they possibly get out if it? Something to do, that was about it as far as he could tell.

He needed to stay alive, he couldn't let this man's plan to get his father down here was insane and Ethan did not want anyone, especially his dad to be the one to come down here to save him and it be too late. Then they would be putting their lives in danger for nothing. He was tired, it would be so easy to just close his eyes and just give up. But then again, that wouldn't be the Potter thing to do would it? No and it wasn't an Ethan thing to do either. He worked hard at everything, at this point it was just to stay alive. But that was enough of a goal for him but every day that passed made it easier to consider the alternative... And then he heard footsteps... Then he heard screams in the cell next to his... Then he heard that voice... Cato Blackwell... The one who concocted this completely mental scheme to take over where Lord Voldemort had failed.

Then it was his turn. From Ethan's position in a bloody heap on the floor now that Blackwell's men had stepped aside, he could see the shoes... His feet. All he had needed to hear was the footsteps for him to know who it was when he had entered the room. As weak as he was with his mangled looking left arm held close to him, he managed to push himself into an almost sitting up position, and looked Cato dead in the eyes. Not a look of pathetic hopelessness like most would be. The just finish with me already please look. No Ethan just stared him in the eye. Trying to prove that he was not scared. Which was in all honesty the complete opposite of the truth but he couldn't let Blackwell know that. He wanted to show no fear, maybe make them just leave him be while they kept him here. After all, he seemed to find joy in seeing people that feared him, the ones that screamed loudest when he had hold of their lives.

Though this had not proven to work initially when Ethan had resisted to yell out in pain once he could control it, once he had gotten used to the amount of pain he was in which compared to nothing he had ever experienced before. But maybe, Ethan hoped, now that it had been a while, he would just bore with Ethan and move on to someone else... It didn't seem likely though, considering the man's obsession with Ethan's father. In the end, the truth is the only reason Ethan did this was for himself. To keep him going, to make sure he did not give up. It was just another challenge. See how long you can keep the big scary guy thinking you aren't completely terrified of him and of death and of watching something happen to your family over all this... Ethan sat there on the cold stone floor and just looked at him for a long moment longer, waiting, knowing the pain was about to come back...

word count, 856
tags, claire, sirius, cato/ jana, valval
notes, kinda crappy sorry.

[Cato Alexander Blackwell]

Cato knew that Albus Potter would come to save his son. He knew Albus when he was in school. Cato had been in the same year as his older brother James Sirius Potter. He knew the Potters well and had even dated Lily at one point so his father could get to Harry Potter and kill him. When Lily had been in her sixth year was when Cato’s father decided to attack. Cato had worked in the ministry with the Potter boys to keep an eye on them. Cato could remember that day as if it were yesterday. His father had finally decided to go after Harry Potter. He was going to deliver the final blow, the kill shot when Albus used the killing curse on him. Cato’s father died in front of his eyes.

What was strange though was Cato had gone there to stop his father. He had been dating Lily Potter to get to the Potters but somewhere along the line Cato had fallen in love with her. Her family had treated him differently than his own family had, with kindness. He was going to change for Lily and then he got there at the ministry and saw Albus kill his father. The family that had shown him kindness had killed his father. What happened to their kindness then? Why couldn’t they have not killed him and show him kindness. He could have made sure his father didn’t hurt him again.

That was the day everything changed for Cato. That was the day his hatred for the Potter’s was born. That day he left his entire life behind. Bought a new place to live with his father’s money and cut all ties to his old life away. He started to gather up followers and work on his revenge. He would take over the wizarding world and he would make sure that what nothing like that would ever happen again, that no one would ever betray him like that again. Albus had taken everything that he cared about from him. So Cato wanted to take everything from Albus. He would wait for Albus to come to save his son and he would kill Albus and let Ethan watch just as Albus killed his father.

He hated the Potters then. He left everyone including Lily behind. Now as he looked upon Ethan Potter who looked a little like his father he couldn’t wait until Albus was there. He smiled as the Potter boy looked at him. Albus had given him the same look the day Albus had killed his father. He wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face. He walked into the cell and kicked Ethan. Stop smiling you little brat he said. He hated how Ethan looked like Albus. You won’t be smiling long once I kill your father right in front of you he said with a grin on his face.