Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Green Eyes ❯ The Journal ( Chapter 1 )

Behind Green Eyes

Disclaimer: I don’t own H.P. nor any characters. If I did, the story line would probably be a little different, so yeah. I’m not making any money off of this story nor do I plan to try.



Chapter One: The Journal



“Concentrate boy! If you’re to have any chance in hell against the Dark Lord, you have to master this.”

“You think I don’t know that?! You think I’m enduring these hellish lessons for fun? I know what’s expected of me. I know what I have to do.”

“Then do it right. Or are you not so perfect after all? Poor little Potter, with his perfect life, loving muggle family, worshipping teachers, screaming fans. What would they say if they saw you now, failing at something?”

“What would you know?” Harry’s nerves had been pushed to their limits during the grueling Occlumency lesson with Snape. The taunting his potions master bestowed upon him broke what tenuous control he had on his emotions. “What would you know about me? I didn’t ask to have my parents killed! I didn’t ask to be given special treatment. I didn’t ask for hordes of followers worshipping the ground I walk on. I didn’t ask for a teacher with a grudge and a ten foot pole up his arse to give me laughable lessons in something I mastered awhile ago. And I did not ask for an abusive family! So you know what, you know nothing!” He was panting by the end of his tirade, but felt better having let out pent up emotions, until he realized what exactly his last comment had been.

“Perfected this? Laughable. I break your barriers every time.”

“I only let you see what I want. Try me.”

A sneer over took Snape’s face. “Legillimens.” He pushed against his least favorite student’s mind, trying to break through, but was forcefully repelled. A shocked look replaced his usual glower. “How?”

“I already told you, I let you in.” Harry almost sighed in relief, thinking his teacher had forgotten his previous words that had spilled out in the heat of the moment. His relief was short lived.

“You lied Potter. Dumbledore would never leave his beloved Savior in an abusive home. You just want more attention.”

Harry fumed inside. “Fine.” He grabbed his bag. “I’ve mastered Occlumency. I don’t need lessons. And I’m not coming back.”

The moment Harry’s back was turned, Snape repeated the spell, taking the boy by surprise and easily pushed past the flimsy mental walls. He pushed deeper, trying to find what Harry’s life was like with his muggle relatives. The memories seemed to be buried, so he pressed as hard as he could. He felt the obstacle in his path give way and was granted what he searched for.

‘Worthless brat!’

“You should have died with your useless parents!’

‘Freak!’

‘You’ve been nothing but trouble since you were born.’

‘Why don’t you just die already?!’

Scenes flashed by, physical torture following the verbal abuse, and after a few years, moving to rape and humiliation.

‘Whore!’

‘Slut!’< br>
‘Good for nothing bitch!’

‘Say you love it whore.’

‘You’re worthless. The only thing you’re good for is fucking.’

‘Meet my friends…your new masters.’

“NO!”

Snape was forcefully pushed away, both mentally and physically. As he hit the ground, a wand pressed against his neck.

“How dare you?!” Harry said in a deathly whisper. “You had no right. I should kill you where you lie.” As soon as the rage had come, it vanished, leaving a broken soul that had been battered and torn many times in its wake. Before Shape could catch his breath, Harry was gone, leaving his professor to wonder at what he had seen.

The Golden Boy he had always seen had been an act. He, being a spy and always behind a mask, should have seen past what the boy had been showing and knew now that he should have looked for the truth. He hadn’t wanted to. He hadn’t wanted to believe the Gryffindor could be human, could break. What was he to do? Going after the boy was first and foremost. Grabbing his wand just in case, he took after Harry Potter.


Damnit! He had slipped up. Snape had seen what he had always hidden. No one knew the truth, save Dumbledore and now his potions professor.

Not watching where he was going, he crashed headlong into someone.

“Ow. Fifty points from whoever just hit me.” A dazed Draco Malfoy said as he sat up. He had just stepped out of an adjacent hallway only to be barreled into by a student running at full speed. Shaking his head, he looked up only to see Harry Potter’s tear stained face looking back at him mere seconds before the boy was up and taking off again. He sat for all of two seconds before the realization that Potter had been crying hit his brain. He couldn’t pass up this opportunity to torment the boy. Just as he was getting back to his feet, he was knocked down a second time by a decidedly bigger person.

“Damnit! Minus fifty points!” two voices shouted at the same time.

“Professor Snape?”

“Draco? Never mind. Have you seen Potter?”

The blond could see the worry in his Godfather’s face and instantly was on alert. “Why?”

“Draco. Tell me where he went. Now!”

“Why?”

“This could be life or death.”

“You better start talking.”

“I don’t have time for this. Legillimens!”

“Damnit Sev, stay out!”

His demand was obviously too late as his favorite professor got up and took off after Potter. Not to be out done, he jumped up and followed.

“Bed Draco!”

“No!”

Both knew the other wouldn’t give up, so they left it as such. Neither thought the distraught boy would go back to his house, so they had to go to the next most likely source. Given the teen’s direction and information from the headmaster, he knew Potter was heading to the Room of Requirement.


Harry knew Snape would follow him and was quite sure Draco would do the same, both for different reasons. Hopefully they would stop at the tower, giving him more time. As he reached his destination, he passed it three times, desperately wishing for a place to hide. A door appeared and he dashed through it, slamming it shut behind himself. The noise echoed down the hall to his followers and, unknown to him, confirmed their suspicions.


The door jerked open, admitting Professor Snape immediately followed by Draco. The blonde bumped into his godfather when the elder stopped abruptly. From the dark stepped Harry, green eyes blank. He was flanked on either side by…himself?! Others moved forward until the two were surrounded by a dozen different Harry Potters.

“Um Sev…?”

“Yes?”

“Which one’s real?”

“Technically, they all are.”

“The original?”

“None.”

“So get rid of them.”

“The only way is to either harm them, or curse them, but…”

The blond darted forward, not bothering to listen at the prospect of punching his rival, no consequences possible. Sad emerald eyes turned to him. They closed and the Harry in front of him disappeared as Draco lashed out at him. Even as he was filled with satisfaction at having punched his rival, a pang of sadness shot threw him, trying to make him stop.

“Draco…”

He blocked out his godfather, preferring instead to vent his frustrations at Potter, frustrations that had been building for years. Even as target after target disappeared, the small ache grew.

“Draco…stop!”

The blonde pulled back, glaring at his professor. “Why? We have to find the original.”

“Everything you do to them, happens to the real one. And Potter’s not one of them.” Snape stunned the remaining five clones. As the figures hit the ground, they vanished. Black eyes turned to glare heatedly at his student.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t stop to listen. Fifty points from Slytherin for sheer stupidity.”

Glaring, Draco turned to walk away, only to bump into something in his way. “Ow, what the hell? Lumos.” As the room lit up, the two found themselves surrounded by mirrors. An unconscious Harry Potter lay reflected in all of the mirrors. “Why is he asleep?”

“The stunning spell.” Snape was looking around, onyx eyes calculating, trying to find a way to get to the teen.

“What about summoning him to us?” Draco asked, as if he heard his professor’s thoughts.

“And have him come through the glass? Did he hit you harder than I thought?” Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, he muttered a spell and closed his eyes. He could clearly see the boy. Concentrating, he tried to focus on the path to the teen instead of the wizard himself. A path lit up in his mind. Opening his eyes, he still saw the way. “Draco…” Turning his head, he found the blond teen was nowhere in sight. Muttering to himself about his godchild getting lost, he took off on the path towards Potter.


When his professor went into the trancelike state, Draco rolled his eyes. Leave it to his godfather to use such an unreliable spell. He was going to sit down, when he felt a tug. Something was pulling him through one of the five pathways. He glanced back to the Potions professor before following his gut feeling. As he passed through, a mirror slid into the opening he had just come through. Another hole opened up a little down the path to the left. A second tug, almost physical, pulled him to the right.

Doors opened up on his right and left, but he passed them, realizing the maze was changing, altering itself. Snape would never find the lost teen, even with the spell. A pull to the left and Draco turned, his gaze falling on the mirror closing the way behind him. He stopped a moment, gazing into the reflection of the black haired hero. Bruises were forming on his visible skin and he sure there were others. A pang of guilt shot through him as he saw blood from a split lip.

He wasn’t supposed to feel guilty. He wasn’t supposed to regret what he had done. The clones should have been just that, clones. If he hurt them, Potter wasn’t supposed to receive the same. For once the teen did nothing to deserve the treatment.

Unconsciously, his feet began moving, even as he stared at the black haired boy that surrounded him on all sides. Another turn to the right, straight, left, right immediately after. He sped up, sensing somehow he was close.


Snape was amazed. He had completed all the turns, going through the path, only to find himself completely lost. He sat down, leaning against one of the mirrored walls. Maybe the spell had gone wrong? He didn’t know. While contemplating what he should do, he suddenly fell backwards as the mirror behind him shifted aside. The maze was changing itself, trying to make sure its occupants didn’t find the way out or to each other.

Out of the corner of his eye, Snape spotted movement. Glancing over, he saw Draco approaching the unconscious wizard. For a moment, he thought he was seeing things. Draco was actually being gentle as he softly shook the other’s shoulder. The moment the blond touched the brunette, the mirrors shattered, leaving the three of them in a softly lit room.

“Draco…” The blonde didn’t look up. He didn’t even look like he had heard. His complete attention was taken up by the comatose Gryffindor.


As the path he took led farther into the maze, the tug became more urgent. He moved faster, knowing instinctively he was close. The pull abruptly stopped. He was at a dead end and before he could move back, a mirror slid into his path. “Damn,” he muttered. But there must have been a reason he had been almost physically pulled to a dead end. Glaring at the walls around him, he noticed he wasn’t reflected in one of them. As he neared that side, he saw himself kneeling next to Potter. Not bothering to wonder how, he walked through the glass. The black haired teen lay in front of him, angelic looking despite the bruises he was showing.

Another rush of guilt hit him as he walked over, kneeling next to his long time rival. At first, all he wanted to do was roughly shake the boy and then demand answers, but something held him back. Instead of being rude and potentially hurting the boy further, he gently shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up without startling him. The second he touched his raven haired rival, the mirrors cracked and shattered, shards of glass sparkling before vanishing to leave them alone in semidarkness.

“Draco…”

A voice spoke in the back of his mind, but he ignored it, instead focusing on Potter. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of him. As if in a trance, his hand moved to brush the messy hair to the side, showing a little more of the teen’s face. Moving gently, a finger traced the trail of dried blood. It immediately came off, and as he looked at his finger, the blond noticed the blood wasn’t dried, but formed into a bead of crimson on his fingertip.

He suddenly wanted to suck on his finger to erase the proof of his rival’s humanity. Before he could complete his intended action, Draco’s wrist was tightly pulled away.

“No Draco. There’s something…not right with this.” Snape reached over and copied the blonde’s action, but the blood stayed where it was. His eyes narrowed as he pulled a vial from his pocket. Using his grip on his godson, Snape gently swiped at Potter’s lip, watching as the blood instantly clung to the young wizard’s finger. He brushed the pale digit against the lip of the glass, watching as the crimson beaded at the top and remained until he trailed Draco’s finger down the side, the blood following down on the inside of the glass.

As the crimson liquid left his finger, Draco seemed to come out of the trance. “Wha-what? Sev, how’d you get here? Where’d he come from?” he asked, motioning towards the unconscious teen.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Walking through the maze. There was a dead end. I walked through the glass and saw him. I went over and leaned down to wake him up.”

“That’s it?” The blond nodded. “When you touched him, the mirrors shattered. You shook him, but…tenderly, as though you didn’t want to hurt him. You brushed his hair aside then wiped at his lip. The dried blood came off and clung to your fingertip as though it had just spilled.” He held up the vial. Along the bottom, there was a small streak of dried blood. Pulling Draco’s finger up, he placed it against the glass, watching as the blonde saw the blood immediately bead up along the glass against his finger.

“How?”

“I don’t know Draco. There’s something about his blood that reacts to you alone.” As Draco’s finger moved away, his replaced it. Nothing happened. “Come on. We better get him to the Hospital Wing.” He turned towards the door, only to find there was none.

“Sev?”

“Yes Draco…”

“Where’s the door?”

“I don’t know Draco.”

As they were talking, the stunning spell on Harry wore off. He groaned, drawing the others’ attention, but didn’t wake. The room around them shifted, as though responding to his needs.

A giant bed with deep emerald green hangings and covers appeared to one side. Floating candles gave off a soft light that was joined by a scent softer than the glow now in the room.

“Take a hint?” Draco murmured. Not bothering to cast a levitation spell, he gently picked up the sleeping teen and walked carefully to the bed. “Sev, pull the covers back.”

Snape was, to say the least, surprised at the way his godson was displaying an unconscious protective attitude towards the dark haired teen. As he reached the bed, he couldn’t help but be amazed. The comforter was a heavy velvet cloth, finer than either had ever seen. The sheets were a soft suede. The mattress was a softer goose down than even the Malfoy‘s owned. There was something odd about the royal treatment the Room of Requirement was lavishing on the teen, as if Hogwarts itself knew something about Harry Potter that no one else did.

The blond set the teen down in the bed before covering him up in the heavy covers. “What’s going on Sev? This room has never responded to someone while they’re in here.”

“I don’t know Draco, but I’m beginning to think it has something to do with him.” He nodded towards the bed.

“God, I wish I knew what was going on.”

The two felt a twist in their stomachs seconds before a heavy leather bound book fell between them, almost hitting the Potions teacher.

“Um, thanks.”

Snape looked thoughtful. “Maybe the room responds to you.”

“I didn’t want this.” He nodded his head at the room. “If anything, I want a way out.” No door appeared though Draco felt an echo of the sensation that had happened when the book appeared, as though the room wanted to respond to his request, but something was holding it back. “I think it’s him.” Both of them looked at the sleeping boy.

“He probably wants a place to hide. A hiding place isn’t much use if anyone can come in.”

“But that means he’s blocking me, meaning the room responds to him first.”

“The room responding to anyone once inside doesn’t make sense.”

The blond stared at the book before sitting in front of it. “This is here for a reason. I wanted to know what’s going on and this showed up.” Not bothering to wait for Snape to tell him not to, he opened the cover. A strange language began appearing, as though it was being written by an invisible hand at that exact moment. The ink, a crimson color, shone wetly in the candle light.

A pained moan came from the bed, drawing their attention.

“Sev…”

“I see it.”

The potions master and his student stared, transfixed, on the shining red blood that was slowly pooling on the sleeping teen’s hand. Glancing from Harry to the book, Snape couldn’t help but be worried. He watched as Draco touched the script on the page, ink clinging to his finger in a drop just as Harry’s blood had.

Just as Harry’s…had…

Draco jumped as the heavy book was slammed shut. His eyes widened as the blood on Harry’s palm slowly seeped back into his body.

Dark lashes fluttered as the teen groaned in pain. Emerald eyes slowly opened, showing the pain he was in. He sat up, wincing as the bruises made themselves noticed. “Ow. What a dream…” He felt like he had been hit a few bludgers. Looking up, he caught sight of both his least favorite professor and his biggest rival. “Or rather a nightmare…” he muttered to himself. “Might I inquire as to the reason for the visit to my room?”

“Your room?” Draco sneered only to have a sharp glare thrown in his direction by his godfather.

“Yes, my room. Dumbledore said I could have this as my bedroom.”

“The colors don’t match you.”

“Forgive me Malfoy, for intruding on your house colors, however, this style…suits me better.”

“Fascinating as your conversation is, what is the last thing you remember Mr. Potter?” The teen was acting too…something, for him remember what had happened.

“Dinner, though I’m guessing there’s something I’m not remembering.” When Snape nodded, Harry sighed. “My mind tends to block out unpleasant things. After my second year, I grew tired of not knowing huge portions of my life. A simple spell and…” Harry broke off, mumbling a spell under his breath in the low hisses of parseltongue. “…I remember everything.” Gone was his polite attitude. Harry glared daggers at his teacher.

“I told you to stay out,” he hissed in a low voice.

Draco was, to say the least, surprised at the drastic change the younger teen had undergone. His professor appeared unmoved by the alteration in mannerisms.

“You would have let it continue. I am a teacher and to let something like that continue, even knowing about it, goes against everything. Long held dislike for you or not, I can’t…”

“Why not?! He doesn’t have a problem allowing it. He never cared. He forced me to go back year after year even knowing and he supposedly likes me!” Harry sounded bitter. “Why should you be any different, even more so because you hate me!”

The blonde’s ears were ringing, the words from the others flying around in his head, confusing him completely. All he did know was that Potter had a secret someone knew but didn’t do anything about, but now his godfather knew and wanted to do something. His godfather hated Potter but wanted to help, and the other person, who supposedly liked Potter didn’t want to help, but apparently encouraged the secret, whatever it was. Thinking of it his way cleared things up. Slightly.

“Fool! That Dumbledore could allow something that like is insane. It’s impossible. He can’t know of it.”

“You didn’t believe me before and look what happened. You think you’d learn. Fine, don’t believe me? Care to go picking through my every thought until you find something else worthwhile? Believe me, there’s plenty for you to use against me. Go ahead. I have no shields up! Go ahead.” Harry waited. “What can’t do it while I’m looking at you? Prefer to do it when my back’s turned?” He spun around, unknowingly showing the blond-whom both Snape and he had forgotten about-angry tear-filled eyes.

When Snape made no move to enter his mind, Harry’s emotions seemed to explode out. A rush of power left him before brick walls slammed down around him, closing him off from the others in the room completely.

“Well, that went well,” Draco commented dryly. “What exactly did you do to piss him off that much?”

All the blond received for his question was a glare. “That’s none of your concern. You seem to have power over this room, get rid of the walls around him.”

“What, you don’t think I tried? The most it did was shrink the height a little.”

“Get around it then. He shouldn’t be left alone the way he is. The state of mind he’s in, he’ll probably do something stupid.”

The bricks disappeared. “I can hear you.” Green eyes narrowed. “Get out.” A door appeared along one of the walls. When neither made to move towards it, Harry repeated himself. “I said get out! This is my room; you have no right to be here!”

The floor beneath Malfoy and Snape began shifting, moving them towards the door.

“Do something Draco.”

The blond muttered,” I’ve been trying, but the room can’t respond to me if it goes against him.”

“Get around it. Don’t make the door vanish, lock it. Don’t make the floor stop, reverse it. Use your head.”

There was a soft click form the shut door, then the floor beneath them began to slow and then turned backwards.

“Why won’t you just leave? You’ve never cared before, don’t pretend to care now. Go back to holding a grudge so I can go on pretending to be normal for a little longer okay.”

Oh boo hoo. Poor little Potter thinks his life is so hard.” Blazing emerald eyes locked onto cold silver. “Golden Boy thinks his life sucks. What, did you run out of things to use to gain attention and now you’re trying something new?”

“Draco…” Even Snape couldn’t believe what his godson was saying. He knew the blond hated Potter, but apparently hadn’t known the extent the bitterness had reached.

“Watch what you say Malfoy. You might not like what you find out.”

“Like there’s anything to find. You’re just one big walking sob story aren’t you?”

Green eyes that had been filled with anger and pain seemed to drain, becoming empty and lifeless. “Don’t believe me? Want to see what Snape saw, what Dumbledore allowed? Want to know why Snape all of a sudden cares?” When the blonde said nothing, Harry smirked coldly. “I thought not. I’ve been through enough to make you sob in pain just from seeing it. Shut your mouth about what you don’t know.”

The Potions master coughed lightly. Had the situation been different, he would have been amused at the Slytherin tactic Potter had used to silence the blonde. He was taken aback when empty jade eyes turned to him.

“If you’re not going to leave, at least give me my space.” A door appeared right next to Harry as well as two beds alongside one of the other walls. Neither intruder said a word until the door shut behind Potter with a snap.

“I could have told you that would happen if you pissed him off.”

“And you didn’t, why?”

“You wouldn’t have listened.”

“What was he talking about? What is it you know?”

“It’s not my place to tell you. It wasn’t my place to pry either and look where that got us.”

“How’d you find out then?”

“The same way I found out where he was from you.”

“Sev…Is that what he was talking about? When he said you couldn’t do it while looking at him?” Snape nodded. “He turned his back to you and you used Legillimens on him?”

“I thought he was lying.”

“About what? What did the old coot allow? What has he been through to make him look like that?”

Black eyes narrowed in thought. His student seemed to actually care about the Potter boy. “I can’t tell you. You should have asked when you had the chance.”

Grey eyes turned towards the door Potter had gone through.

“Draco…”

“Better late than never, right?” The blonde darted to the door before his god father could stop him. He knocked before just opening the door and dashing through, slamming it behind him so Severus couldn’t get through.

“Something you wanted Malfoy? I thought you already said what you needed to.”

Draco spun around, eyes widening at the sight he encountered. Potter was turned away from him, body tense as he went through the motions of what looked like an odd fighting style. His movements weren’t what caught Draco’s eyes. The strong back lightly glazed in sweat however, was. White strips and lines covered the tan skin.

“Potter…”

“There’s only so much playing with a china doll can take before it shatters into a million pieces that can’t be put back together.”

Confused, Malfoy said the first thing that came to mind. “A spell would fix it.”

Still not turning, Harry replied coolly. “Magic can’t heal everything. A piece is lost and the doll is never the same. The emotions, memories held in the toy can never be replaced or returned. The meaning is lost forever. An empty shell of a toy is better left broken.”

“What are you talking about?”

“A toy can be played with until broken. The same can be said for a person. They can be hurt, abused,” Harry paused as a target appeared before him. “Played with until they’re broken.” He struck out, lashing at the target, completely destroying it. “Or until they fight back.”

“The scars? Are they…?”

“Just cracks in the china.” Harry finally relaxed his posture, turning around slowly to face the blond trespassing in his room. “Why are you here Malfoy? Come to yell, make fun of poor Potter?”

Again, Draco was stunned silent. More scars covered the green-eyed boy’s chest. Words were carved in places. Gashes so deep and jagged they looked like they were still healing. What held his gaze was the word carved across the tan collarbone. Loveless was inscribed in a beautiful script, making the word look even more surreal.

“Malfoy?”

The uncertainty in the voice shook him out of his trance. “I was going to ask.” When Potter didn’t respond, he continued. “I wanted to ask for the truth. Sev said it wasn’t his to tell, but…it’s not mine to know.” Before he could take back his words, he disappeared through the door.

“Well?”

“I didn’t ask.”

Snape looked curious. “Why not?”

“It’s not my place to know.”

The door in the middle of the room opened, allowing the teenager inside to exit before disappearing. Harry moved past them, shirt tossed over one shoulder, oblivious to the fact that Snape was seeing his scars. “You should leave before the room locks itself.” Even as he spoke, the door to the rest of the castle disappeared. “Never mind, now you’re stuck here. Make yourselves comfy.” Humming a dark and morbid tune, Harry walked to one of the walls and vanished through it, leaving the others to stare in amazement.

“What in the…” Draco darted forward, laying his hand against the apparently solid wall only to have said appendage push through.

“Draco…”

“Hmm?”

“Did he tell you about the scars?”

Smirking slightly, the blond replied. “Yeah, they’re just cracks in the china,” before disappearing through the wall.

“Potter…” Draco stopped and stared around the new room in amazement. Softly lit chandeliers threw light on the marble surfaces of the overly extravagant bathroom. A bath at least double the size of the Prefect’s dominated the room. Steamy water poured from thin air in a gentle waterfall to one side. Mirrors lined one wall completely. Huge fluffy towels hung in midair, waiting to be used.

“Stalking me now?” came an amused voice. Malfoy was surprised when the sound didn’t echo because of the room’s size.

“How do you control the room like this?”

“This? You mean this bathroom?”

“And the bed. Both seem to be for royalty.”

“I think that was an insult. Trying to say I can’t have something like this? That I don’t deserve it?” Harry asked, a touch defensively. He had deliberately left the wall ’unlocked’ and if insults were all he was going to get for it, Draco would be kicked out.

“No, it’s just…you don’t seem the type to want things like this.”

“I don’t. I didn’t bring this or the bed. I would have been happy with a small shower stall and a cot, but the room always gives me this.”

“Dow do you control it? The room that is.”

“How do you? I just…do. If I were to want, say, a plate of strawberries and chocolate sauce, it would appear.” As if to agree, a small platter of bright red fruits appeared with a bowl of chocolate topping next to it. “Like that.”

“Strawberries and chocolate? Where’s the whipped cream?” A bowl of cool whip appeared next to the chocolate. “Better.” He grabbed a sweet fruit, dipped it in the chocolate, and then added a glob of whipped topping with his finger before popping the treat into his mouth. “Mmm, delicious.” He turned to find Harry off to the side, standing beneath the impossible water fall, back turned to him. And naked.

“Stop staring. One might think you’re gay Malfoy.” Despite the words, Draco somehow knew the teen was teasing him. The question he wanted to ask of course was,

“How?”

“The mirrors.”

Instead of responding, an action which most likely would have made him blush further, he stripped out of his clothes and walked to the pool’s edge. He felt a hot gaze on his back. “Careful Potter. Staring like that, someone might think you’re gay.”

“And you didn’t know that? Where have you been the last year.”

“Apparently not here. Is it true?”

“Why would I lie? Seriously though, it was all over the school.”

“Why is it I don’t know this?”

“Don’t know. Are you grossed out?”

“Nope.”

“Isn’t that interesting…”

“What?”

“Noth ing.” Harry smirked as the floor beneath the blond shot up, knocking said teen forward into the soapy water.

Green eyes sparkled in amusement as the teen came up, sputtering, almost completely covered in colored bubbles. Shining silver narrowed as the mocking teen drew closer. “Of course you know, this means war…”

Stopping at the edge of the pool, Harry smirked. “Not if you’re going against me. I don’t want the floor to grow.” He didn’t realize his mistake until he saw the blond smirk. He was too late to stop the floor from dropping away from him, yelping as he slipped into the water with a splash.

Smirk widening almost to a smile, Draco waited for Potter to surface, ready to gloat. A minute passed with no sign of the teen. He began to worry-not that he would ever admit it-thinking maybe Harry had hit his head or something. Just before be slipped into complete panic, he felt strong hands on his shoulders, shoving him under water.

When a soaking wet Slytherin surfaced again, he was met with a teasing voice. “That wasn’t very nice Draco.”

The way his name passed those teasing, pouting lips, a tempting purr, made Draco shiver slightly. “You started it, Harry.” He made his voice as sultry as possible when saying the teen’s name. The silver eyed boy was rewarded with a visible tremble running through his rival.

“You’re playing with fire Malfoy.”

“I always was a pyro.” A rush of ice cubes poured down on the teen, gray eyes widening in shock.

“Maybe that will cool you down.” Harry smirked before swimming off, softly mocking laughter trailing behind him. The laughter abruptly stopped with a yelp as a tan back hit something big and freezing cold. Turning around, green eyes met with a solid sheet of ice.

“Problems Potter?”

Emerald eyes narrowed. “Not at all.” Snowballs appeared in front of the black haired teen. With a small smirk, the projectiles launched themselves at his rival.

Draco’s eyes widened before he dove under the water, hoping to avoid the icy missiles. Coming up from the water after about 30 seconds of waiting, he was shocked to see the snowballs above his head. Squeaking, he plunged back under after a hasty breath. He swam in the direction he knew the other teen to be in. Bumping into a hard body, he popped up, smirking at laughing green eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the projectiles approached.

“Give up Malfoy?”

“Never.” He ducked down just before the snowballs hit, only to be joined by his rival a second later.

Once both teens surfaced again, their eyes met. “That wasn’t very nice Draco…”

“Neither was launching them at me.” He nodded towards the icy orbs frozen in the air next to them.

“You dropped me in the pool.”

“You knocked me in first.”

“You stared at me first.”

“Well, you stared at me second…”

“And I gave detention first,” came an unamused voice from the unusual wall.

Surprised silver eyes glanced up, landing on his godfather, while the black haired teen backed away from his pale companion before glancing at the Potion’s master as well.

“Sev…”

“Might I inquire as to what exactly is going on in here.”

“Nothing…” The blonde looked just a little too innocent.

“And the snowballs?”

“What snowballs?” The icy globes immediately disappeared. “We were just talking, weren’t we?” He turned to face his rival, only to find the pool empty besides himself. Looking around, he found Potter wrapped in a fluffy towel, walking towards his clothes. “Potter?”

Green eyes glanced over, staring at the blond, trying to assess the teen. Offering a small nod of the head, the teen dropped into a hole near his feet after grabbing his pajamas.

“Draco?” Snape asked as the hole in the floor closed. “What was that about?”

“I was getting him to relax, trying to take his mind off of everything else. Whatever happened to him. It was working.” He glared at him favorite professor. “Until you showed up.” The snowballs that had disappeared, reappeared and launched themselves towards the potions master.

“Draco!” Snape’s voice was unusually high pitched as he fell back through the wall. For a moment he thought he was safe. His hopes were dashed when said missiles came through and hit him hard enough to sting. The blond didn’t come through and when he touched the wall, Snape found it solid to the touch. He sighed, wondering when teenage boys became so temperamental, thinking he only had to worry about girls. The two he was dealing with made girls look sane, calm, and rational. Rolling his eyes, he made his way to one of the two spare beds, suddenly feelings tired and very worn out. The Occlumency lessons were draining themselves, but when coupled with everything that had been revealed, Snape felt exhausted. As he reached the bed, a tray appeared, showing a small, but delicious looking dinner complete with warm butterbeer, a drink he rarely indulged in, despite it being his favorite.

Snape slowly ate the food, sips from the drink warming his entire body. His gaze traveled to the book laying on the floor. Whatever was in the pages could help them figure out what was going on, but at what cost? He got up, abandoning his now empty tray, in favor of picking up the closed book. Carrying it to a table that had three chairs around it, he set it down, watching as the cover started to open before he slammed it closed. He jumped when a door behind him opened and then clapped shut, turning to see the blond wrapped in a towel, walking towards the second spare bed.

Four walls appeared around the grand bed. A door appeared on one of the four walls around the bed, opening as Harry stepped from thin air near the entrance to his improvised room within his room.

“Potter?”

Harry stopped but didn’t turn. “What Snape?”

“This book can tell us what’s going on.”

“So read it so you can leave me alone.”

“It’s blank until opened.”

“Some books are, but you already knew that.” He turned suddenly, warily watching his teacher. “What are you getting at?”

“It appears the writing is in your blood Potter.”

Bright green eyes widened. “What are you talking about? Books aren’t written in blood.”

“This one apparently is. While you were unconscious, Draco said he wanted to know what was going on. This book appeared. When he opened it, the pages were blank, but then began to fill with a strange language written in crimson.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s blood, least of all mine.”

“Blood began to pool in your hand from a cut that hadn’t been there before. When I closed the book, the blood seeped back into your hand. What other explanation is there?”

“My blood?”

The blonde came up next to the suddenly pale black haired teen. “It’s about you, or your history. It makes sense it would be your blood,” Draco murmured, trying not to scare his rival. The teen already looked shell shocked. “It was written in a script neither of us could read. Maybe because it’s about you, you can read it.”

Harry’s eyes widened, looking lost, as Draco led him to the table. He looked completely traumatized by what he had learned and what he was about to learn. Innocent green eyes looked at the thick leather bound book, almost as if it would jump up and bite him. His rival guided him into one of the chairs before sliding the book in front of him.

“Potter, this can be done in the morning.”

“No…I-I want to know why.” Before he could change his mind, Harry opened the book, eyes widening as the pages began to fill with writing. Feeling a sharp pain, he glanced at his palm, watching as the blood clung to him even when he turned his hand upside down. His gaze traveled back to the book, surprised to find he could read it. He began reading aloud, not noticing the two watching him look even more confused.

Chosen One, descendant of the four,
Gifts bestowed, payment deserved,
Revenge on those who hurt… He was stopped when Draco shook his shoulder.

“In English.”

Harry was confused. He’d said every word as was written on the page. “What?”

“You were speaking in Parseltongue Mr. Potter. Please translate for us.”

“Umm, I think it’s a journal of some sort. It’s handwritten and it looks like it was done in a hurry in some places. ‘Chosen One, descendent of the four, gifts bestowed, payment deserved. Revenge on those who hurt…’ And that’s where I got to.”

“Chosen One…” Draco was damned near speechless.

“Descendent of the four…” Snape couldn’t believe what he had heard. “The founders. You are the only living descendent that remains of the four. How is that possible?”

Harry grew paler if that was possible. It seemed to sink in that he was related to all four of the founders of Hogwarts. It was surreal, like he was in a dream. Harry pinched himself to make sure he was awake.

“Do you want to stop?” Concerned silver eyes watched the shell shocked teen.

Before he could change his mind, Harry went back to reading, softly hissing under his breath. He was completely unaware that the blonde’s hand rested on his shoulder, gently rubbing his back to calm him. Finally he sat up, eyes wider than ever, before he fainted.

The blonde wrapped his arms around the suddenly prone teen, desperately wishing to know what was written in the book. He wanted to know what was so bad that the teen had fainted from it.

“We should have waited. Everything he’s been through, tonight and in the past. I shouldn’t have told him about the book.” Snape couldn’t help but feel guilty, an emotion he was only vaguely familiar with. “Draco, take him to bed. He needs the rest.”

The young wizard nodded shutting the book, erasing the strange letters glaring at him. He watched as the teen’s blood disappeared back into his hand before gently lifting Harry into his arms bridal style.

“Life’s never boring with you, is it?” Draco murmured as he walked over to the door shutting Harry’s bed off from everything else. The covers were still rumbled and pulled back, allowing Draco to just lay the teen on the soft sheets. The blonde backed away, only to find that Harry’s hands had clenched into his shirt and wouldn’t let go.

“Umm, Sev, could you come in here?”

“What now? Oh…” Severus looked amused. “I don’t think he wants to be left alone.”

“But, but…”

“He’s taken a liking to you. Your presence comforts him for some reason. I don’t think we should take the source of his stability from him.”

“But…” Draco glanced at the bed, seeing innocence radiating from the sleeping boy. He finally sighed, sitting down on the bed. “You’re right.”

Snape slowly walked out, stopping to speak once at the door. “Keep him safe.”

“Nothing can get in here.”

“What about what’s already there?” He left before explaining, shutting the door behind him.

“Couldn’t life be easy for once?” Draco asked as his robes disappeared only to be replaced by black silk pajama bottoms. Harry’s robe disappeared as well, leaving him in emerald green silk night pants.

“What’s already here? What does that mean?” Still not figuring it out, he willed the door away so nothing could get in. Slipping down next to the teen, he pulled the covers over the both of them, almost groaning in frustration as Harry curled against him. “Sleep well Potter. In the morning, we’re going to talk.” He was asleep almost the moment he closed his eyes, feeling more at ease with his enemy of years than in his dorm room with the other Slytherins.



Three hours later, Draco was pulled from his peaceful sleep by a terrified scream. He scrambled awake, automatically looking for the cause of the scream. Next to him, Harry was trembling and writhing on the bed. His skin was pale and covered with a light sheen of sweat. Draco gently shook his shoulder, trying to wake the boy. Truthfully, he was shaken up by Harry’s scream. According to both his father and Severus, the teen hadn’t even screamed under the Cruciatus Curse and that was supposedly the worst of any torture. Whatever was in his nightmare was worse. Draco couldn’t imagine anything like that. He was brought back from his thoughts by the soft, broken words whimpered out pleadingly.

“Potter? Potter, wake up.” He tried to keep his voice calm and soothing, but he was worried. Not sure what else to do, he straddled the teen’s hips to try and calm him. The reaction was far from what he expected.

“Vernon, no! Not again! Don’t do it!” Harry jolted awake, sitting up so fast Draco fell from his perch and over the side of the bed to land in a heap. Jumping up, Draco was going to start ranting about being thrown to the floor, when he stopped. Harry was curled up, crying silently to himself, his body trembling with each barely suppressed sob. His heart almost breaking, Draco moved to the teen, wrapping him up in a hug. Harry’s shoulders tensed before Draco shushed him gently and began rocking slightly.

When he felt the other was calm enough, the blond drew back only to feel the head against his shoulder shake no and arms tighten around his neck. He relented and didn’t force the matter.

“I saw and heard nothing unless you want me to,” he whispered gently. He felt a small nod against his shoulder and almost smiled.

Harry’s breathing slowly returned to normal, only the occasional shudder running through him. Draco thought he had fallen asleep until he felt the fingers clasped at the base of his neck start moving, as if to offer their own comfort and thanks as well.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Too soon.” Something inside Draco fell a little at Harry’s words. “Can’t talk about them right after.” The unknown feeling disappeared from Draco with the teen’s words, unconsciously glad that he wasn’t talking because it was too soon, and not because he didn’t trust him.

“When you’re ready then, but it will help to talk. Until then, why not tell me why you fainted?”

Harry stiffened slightly, pulling away to sit by himself. He folded his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them before laying his head on his knees. “You might not like it.” He shivered. He hadn’t noticed how warm Malfoy had been until he pulled away. “Hell, I don’t like it.”

“Look at the bright side. I can’t hate you anymore than I have these past few years.”

Green eyes darkened, as if that fact was something he’d rather not remember. “I’m related to the Four. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. The book is Salazar Slytherin’s journal to me, the Heir. He and Gryffindor were bonded and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw bonded. My mother is related to the girls, my dad to the guys.”

“So you’re the last remaining relative of the four greatest witches and wizards of all time. That just makes you weirder than before. No big deal.” He was trying to lighten the mood to make his temporary non-rival feel better. “Nothing’s changed.”

“There’s more.” His eyes dropped down to the coverlet. “I inherit everything.”

“I don’t get it.”

“I’m the bloody richest wizard alive. Everything they’ve passed down is mine. They put a lot of their possessions in one vault that only the Heir can open.”

“So you’re a millionaire, bout time. Now you can finally dress like a human for a change.”

“Billionaire. There is more than 50 billion galleons in there. That’s not counting sickels, knuts, magical artifacts, not to mention any and all properties. Including Hogwarts.”

“You own Hogwarts?”

“I own Hogwarts.” Harry looked up from his study of the bedspread when he heard a thump. “Malfoy?” Uncurling from his protective position, he crawled over to the edge of the bed. Peeking over, he jumped backed when the other teen leaped up.

“You own Hogwarts! As in, this school! As in the school of witchcraft and wizardry?”

“Yeah. I didn’t even get to the good part. I inherit their abilities too.” Harry suppressed the a small smile as he resumed his position. Draco looked horribly confused. “They weren’t exactly human.” The blond swayed, falling backwards. He was saved from hitting the floor when Harry grabbed his arms and pulled him up. The blonde didn’t expect to find himself laying on his rival when the teen lost his balance and fell back himself.

“Umm, Malfoy?”

“Hmm?” For some reason, Draco was insanely comfortable where he was and had no desire to move.

“I don’t know what I am. I’m ¼ of each of them. Salazar didn’t mention what they were exactly. He said that was something I’d learn after my birthday.”

“And that is?”

“Three months ago next week. According to him, I should start showing Ravenclaw’s first.”

Draco say up as he realized what that meant. “So…you’re not human?”

“No…”

“Great, yet another reason for special treatment.” He didn’t realize what he had was saying until he saw how his words had affected Harry.

Green eyes flaring in anger, Harry pushed Draco away before jumping up. “Is that all you can think about?! I find out I’m not human and you’re worried about me getting special treatment?! You’re such an asshole! Get out already.” Glaring, he turned his back to the blonde so he wouldn’t see how upset he was.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t think about what I was saying.”

“Sorry or not, that’s obviously how you really feel. First impressions never fade. You still see me like you have since first year.”

“I don’t. I know better. Old habits die hard and all. I’m trying, but I can’t get rid of my every fault in one night.”

Harry sighed. “I’m sorry for overreacting, I just…things would be so much easier if I could just talk to the four of them.”

“You can’t unless…”

“That’s it! Come with me.” He darted to Draco and grabbed the blonde’s hand, pulling him against his chest just before a hole opened up beneath them.

“Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!” The blond felt his stomach fly into his mouth, trying to jump out. The drop only lasted five seconds, but to him, it felt like five minutes. When they came to a stop, his eyes remained shut. After a few moments, he slowly opened them, surprised and rather disappointed to find them in a girl’s bathroom. “Why exactly are we in a girl’s toilet?”

“You’ll see.” Harry moved towards one of the sinks, not realizing he was still dragging Draco by the hand. A quiet hiss later, an opening was appearing.

“What…? Is this…? The Chamber?”

“Of Secrets.”

“It’s real?!”

“Very. I’ve been down there. It’s not as bad as it was the first time. I’ve cleaned it up and even opened closed tunnels. There’s a few paintings I need to awaken.”

“The Founders?”

“Yeah, come on…unless you’re scared?” He received the desired reaction. The blonde scoffed and dropped into the opening. A smirk later and Harry was following. Once they were reunited at the bottom, Harry took Draco’s hand again, not noticing silver eyes trained on their interlocked fingers.

“It’s not what I expected. Dank and boring really.”

“Duh, if everything down here looked pretty, no one would fear it. Seriously though, this is just the entrance to the real chambers.” He nodded towards several different tunnels. “Each leads to a different House and House Founder’s room.”

“What’s the fifth?”

“That’s where the Basillisk used to sleep.”

“Used to?!” Draco yelped, looking around as if a giant snake was going to pop up at him at any second.

“I killed it second year. Come on, we’ll see Salazar Slytherin about the book. I want an explanation.” He tugged a completely stunned Draco down the far left tunnel.

“You killed the Basillisk?!” When Harry nodded, Draco’s level of respect went up. “Bloody hell. You are seriously too good to be human.”

“You do remember I’m not human anymore right, or at least not after Halloween.”

“But you were in second year. That’s unreal.” He grew quiet as they reached a closed door.

“Only one linked to Slytherin can open this. Ron and Hermione tried to follow me in here.” Harry’s voice became a little forced at the mention of his friends. At the blonde’s look, he sighed and went on. “They weren’t happy when they found out I’m gay. And I wasn’t too thrilled Ron was hanging out with me for popularity and Hermione to use my magic.” At a questioning look, he finished. “My magic leaks from me. There’s too much for me to use up to the point where I can’t contain it and it basically clings to me like an aura. Hermione noticed it first year and found a way to take the excess from me. She’s been doing so since she realized she could.”

Silver eyes darkened in anger. He had known the Weasel and Mudblood were trouble, he just hadn’t known how twisted they were. Not even he would use someone they way they had. “Want me to hex them?” He tried to sound flippant, but couldn’t quite hide his anger.

Pretty red lips quirked up in a small smile. “If you want to. Dumbledore too while you’re at it.”

“Did you get your magic back from her?”

“No and I can’t. She used the magic she took from me. If I tried to take hers to replace what she took, not only would her magic probably kill me, but she doesn’t have enough. Even if I reclaimed the magic a little at a time for the rest of her life, it wouldn’t be enough. She took a lot from me, or rather, a lot when compared to her. She’s weak. The only reason she’s done so well is because of her brain and my magic.”

“Why would her magic kill you?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain. Magic in our world is like blood to the muggles. Only certain types match and can be shared. My magic can be taken and used by anyone, but I can only receive like in return.”

“So you’re like O- and most others are like A+ right?”

“Yeah, how did you…?”

“Muggle Studies. We took some time for muggle medicine compared to ours. Pretty good for everything else of theirs being useless.”

“Was that just a complement to muggles? Where’s the real Draco Malfoy and what have you done with him?”

“Haha, very funny, but for the record, I know when to concede a loss. Muggles aren’t completely stupid, just inferior. And before you ask, no, they shouldn’t be killed. So, what type am I?”

Green eyes flashed in amusement. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Harry finally opened the door, leading the way for the blonde.

“Yes, I would. That’s kind of why I asked in the first place.” Draco’s words finally trailed off as he looked around the grand room. Dark forest and emerald greens were accented by black and silver. A bed like the one the Room of Requirement gave Harry lay in the center, clean and neat as if it had just been made. Bookshelves lined one wall, ranging from dark arts and black magic to the purest of spells, books that were easy to find and books that were one of a kind. A blazing fireplace was against the wall near the books to offer a place of warmth and light to read by. More shelves decorated the wall, filled with magical artifacts. The fourth wall held Draco’s attention however. Most of it was covered by an unmoving picture of his house’s founder.

“Are you done gawking? I don’t think you’re going to impress him looking like that. Then again, we both are just in pajama bottoms at two in the morning. How much worse could a first impression get?” He tried to force a joking smile, but inside he was nervous. He desperately wanted his great, great, something great grandfather to like him. Strengthening his resolve, he touched the painting, calling its inner light to awaken. He wasn’t sure if it had worked until he heard a soothing voice. It was somewhere between a purr and a hiss of a snake, and yet the weird combination seemed only too perfect and fitting.

“Finally, the Heir has awoken.” Piercing burgundy eyes landed on Draco. “Come young Slytherin, what is your name?”

“Draco Malfoy, but I’m not the Heir. He is.”

“A Gryffindor?! Oh for Heaven’s sake, Godric will never let me hear the end of it.” The painting proceeded to ramble about stupid hats that couldn’t make right decisions if their stitching depended upon it.

“Umm, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin, but I asked it not to.”

“Why would you do something like that? Slytherin House has the most safety for our Heir.”

“Let’s just say a few who’ve come from the house haven’t been the best. Besides, I really had no clue about any of this until I got my letter.”

“What? But your parents should have told you everything as you grew up.”

“I don’t have parents. They died when I was a baby.”

“What?! That wasn’t supposed to be. Don’t tell me your entire life that was supposed to be, wasn’t.”

“Considering I grew up with my muggle relatives, I’d say no, my life isn’t how it’s supposed to be, but that would be the fault of a madman claiming to be your heir who wants nothing more than to wipe all muggles, half-bloods, and Muggle borns off the face of the planet.”

“Wake the others my boy, we have to talk.” When Harry turned to leave, he spoke up again. “No, just call to them with your magic.”

When Harry still looked a little lost, his rival spoke up. “Just release your hold on your aura. Your magic will reach them.”

Burgundy eyes looked at the blond longer. “Malfoy you said? Yes, you are the exact image of your great something-or-other grandfather. Good man. Powerful and a true Slytherin. Glad to see your line is still true to me and my House.”

“Not all of us. My father serves the one who killed your Heir’s parents.”

“At least you have your wits. Not going to follow him are you? No? Good. Hate to see a good bloodline like yours die out. Had you said yes, you would no longer be living.”

“Oh Salazar, quit being dramatic.” A deeper, relaxing voice cut in as a figure slipped in from the right side. “Stop staring, the least you could do is say hello after how many years? Maybe you never did love me even after I gave you a child.”

“Rather, I bore it,” Salazaar muttered.

Harry and Draco shared a very confused look before a higher soprano voice was heard as two more figures entered. “Oh, do stop with the acting Godric, for heaven’s sake. You think he’d learn Helga. Salazar, good to see you again dear.”

“And the same to you Rowena, Helga. Not so much you Godric. Still doubting my love after how long?”

“Now I see why you’re crazy Potter. With relatives like these, who wouldn’t be?”

Green eyes were lighter than they had been all school year, showing an inner gleam that had been missing. “I think they’re perfect. Then again, maybe I’m biased.”

“So Salazar, which one’s our Heir. I dare say, is it the Gryffindor?”

“Only by a technicality. He asked the Sorting Hat to put him in Slytherin. So I’d say we’re even.”

“Dears, ignore them.” Helga spoke up finally, a quiet alto voice. “But really now, you know who we are, we would like to know our Heir.”

“I’m Harry. Harry Potter.”

“Potter you say, and your mother? What line?”

“She was from a muggle family, Evans.”

“She was no muggle born. The Evans family is a pure blood. Their line was destined to produce quibs after a time until the mother of the Heir was born.”

“Godric, his father was a Potter,” Rowena said, breaking up the reunion between the two men.

Harry’s house founder smirked at his bonded. “You know what that means, don’t you.”

“But Salazar dear, Harry’s mother was an Evans. Don’t mind those two. They had to bet on you dear. Gryffindor or Slytherin, what your family line would be. Your mate and so on…”

“Mate?!” Harry swayed where he stood, losing his balance only to be caught by the blonde who offered a small smile. “I have a mate?!”

“Of course you have a mate.” Salazar’s voice was both exasperated, but caring. “With the four of us as your parents, in a sense, how could you not? It’s imperative you find him or her. Only then will you gain your true power.”

“I think I need to sit.” A couch appeared behind the two teens when Salazar waved his hand. Harry nearly fainted. “Paintings can’t do magic!”

“We’re special, now sit, we have much to discuss. Hopefully you’ve received my journal.”

“Er, just last night, to tell you the truth.”

“When was your birthday?”

“Three months ago next Friday.”

“This shouldn’t be. Everything was seen has been wrong. I think we need to start from the beginning. Tell us your life story. We need to know everything.”







Author’s Note: Here’s my second Harry Potter story, so hopefully it’s good. I’m really not sure where it’s headed…but wherever it’s going, it’s sure to be a bumpy ride for Harry and the gang. Sorry for the oocness, but it’s my fic and I can do what I like to the characters. Review please to make me happy. Ja.