Life is a nice place... but I wouldn't want to live there.

"Dead end, Potter!"

Harry slumps his head against the cold stone, heartbeat erratic from his frantic run.

The footsteps sound again until he can feel the familiar weight crushing him against the wall.

Long aristocratic fingers push his chin back and he stares into cold grey eyes as that vicious mouth lowers to devour his own.

Harry wrenches his head away from the older man and sees the fury rise before he’s on the ground writhing in agony.

A little voice whispers, “Submit. Surrender. Survive.”

But as he looks up at his captor, his master, he knows he never will.