Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ Frith ( Chapter 3 )

Fu Inle Chapter 3

Glad you have come to join me for chapter 3! For warnings and stuff, read the disclaimer with the prologue please. Also, the title for this chapter is frith. For those who have not read Watership Down, frith means light or the sun. Thank you and enjoy.

 

Chapter 3: Frith

 

Those lips on his own again. Jolting to awareness, Draco opens those silver eyes to find nothing looking back. The alarm goes off again, set to the same channel as the last time. A song is set to blare at the highest volume the small clock will allow. Draco wants to show the pain that rushes through his muscles and floods his mind.

Harry grumbles a “One minute….” As he tries to wake himself up. He slams the alarm bottom on the clock as it's song continues.

With a creak of springs and a sigh, he's up. Draco looks over, causing more blazes to override his senses. Harry opens the end table drawer, pulling out a bottle again.

He sits on the edge of the bed. Draco bites his lip to keep silent. When Harry shifts his weight, however, he cannot contain a wince.

Shocked green eyes meet blue gray ones.

“…Draco?”

“Who else would it be, Potter?” the words bite as always.

After a moment of silence, Harry composes himself. He takes the cork from the potion bottle.

“Drink this, it'll help you. It's a makeshift antidote until Moody finds out what's wrong with you.”

He holds it so that Draco can drink.

“You should relax, try and get more sleep. We have no idea what spells were used against you …”

The weak voice ends speculation with a “Cruciatus, other torture spells. What did you think?”

Harry flinches in what seems now like a hollow victory.

“Potter? Bring me Moody.”

 

Harry races down the halls to the old auror's room, leaving Draco alone again.

 

 

 

The new Order of the Phoenix building is modern, unlike the previous Black residence. There is no magic here whenever possible. Electric outlets stay in the walls. It helps to mask the unusual occupants and activities by having a new place. It also helped get rid of some old memories.

Harry raps on the last door in the hallway.

Moody's growling voice beckons him to enter.

Harry creaks open the door to find Moody surrounded by books on poison.

“I still haven't found it, if that's why you're here.” Although he turns to look at Harry, the electric blue eye continues to read.”

“Please, come with me!”

“If he's dying, he's dying. I'm not going to interfere with fate. Calm down. He's a Malfoy, no big loss. You're awfully worried about such trash.”

Harry just blushes and tugs on Moody's clothes. “Come on!”

 

 

Draco struggles to stay awake after the drugs.

Father was right. I'm a burden, a disgrace. I'm a dishonor to the family.

His wand is just visible next to the clock on the end table.

But I'm not as weak as he thought.

He forces his hand to move to the simple piece of wood.

Nerves rebel in the oh-so-familiar pain. Seconds pass in what seems like hours. His mind clouds for an instant and he holds it in his hand. A lone drop, either of sweat or a tear, runs down the soft pale skin.

I'm glad you taught me this, mon pere.

 

 

 

Moody and Harry come through the door. Draco has his wand pointed towards his chest. He glances over at them once and smiles.

One word leaves his lips “Tharn.”

A flash of blue conceals him.

“Draco, no!” Harry says quietly as he rushes to the bed.

 

 

Hahahaha. Cliffhanger. Sorry, but I had to. Don't worry; I'll post ch.4 soon, within an hour if I can. I can't leave my fans waiting, right? Even if they are few and far between. Oh, btw, tharn is when a rabbit freezes in panic in lapine. It's also used to mean insanity. For example, when one has “gone tharn”, they have lost their senses.