Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Fu Inle ❯ clarity ( Chapter 4 )

Fu inle chapter 4

Umm…thanks again to all reviewers. Again: I don't own anything but my name and ideas. Comprende? Good.

I figure I'd better post more warnings `cuz now's when I'll be getting into them more than before.

WARNING!!!! This story contains a slash relationship between Draco and Harry. It has a yaoi and hentai tag for a reason. Be aware of this. Even if it's not bad yet, it will be! Also, it contains violence, abuse, and rape. I try to be graphic enough only for you to get the main idea, but if that bothers you, and it should, it is in here. There are also references to self mutilation (cutting) and suicide attempts. Oh and there's a decent bit of profanity. I would edit some, but I think it would change the story some, so excuse the cursing.

Also, the story takes place after the horrible HBP, but I'm ignoring the whole horcrux thing. In my made up world, Draco was also raised in France for awhile, hence the “mon pere” and “S'il vous plait”. Don't worry; you'll get filled in better later.

Now, enjoy!

 

Chapter 4: clarity.

 

 

A few tears run down Harry's face as he looks at Draco.

 

Moody smiles but shakes his head.

“Clever boy”.

 

Draco sighs and lets his arm fall to his side. The pain is gone, and a smile starts to form.

Finally. This is much better.

He glances over as a sob escapes Harry's throat.

 

Red streaks run down the tan cheeks from those deep green eyes.

Draco reaches out a hand to brush the tears away and the smile leaves his lips, a distant memory.

Why was he crying? He can't be worried about me. It's all fake. He's trying to earn my trust or something. Or he wants me…note to self: don't think that ever again. It's Potter. He wouldn't. But he did kiss me…

 

“Well done.” Moody says loud enough to interrupt both the moment and Draco's thoughts.

Harry pulls away as though burned.

“Got to admit, I've never seen it used like that before.” The rough voice does have a hint of surprise.

 

Harry finally glares at Draco.

”Are you crazy?!?!? You could have said something. I thought…” he pauses for half a second and Draco takes his chance.

 

“Shut up, Potter. The effects aren't going to last forever.” His words are weak, hopeless, and have just a bit of apology in them. He turns to Moody.

“And you're aware that you'll need a silencing spell?”

When he receives a nod, he continues.

“First off, my father only used one type of poison. I assume that's the reason that I'm not well and imprisoned by now.”

 

“Your father?” Harry asks quietly.

 

“Yes' that's the reason that none of my injuries are healing and very few painkillers work. He uses a snake's venom. It's called the mortem viper, and creature's book will tell you an antidote.”

 

“Why a silencing spell?” Harry interrupts again, a little slow to catch that part.

 

When Draco doesn't answer, Moody does. “You'll find out soon enough.”

 

Draco's stuck up attitude finds its way back rather quickly. “Tell me how I wound up in this…horrible… muggle residence. And why am I with you and Potter, of all people?”

 

“You're only here because Harry vouched for you. You think I want death eater scum like you in my headquarters? You're lucky that you even get the time of day. We should have shipped you off to Azkaban long “

He is interrupted by a half shouted, “Now.”

 

Moody decides that his rant is over enough and casts the spell.

 

Draco closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. They snap open and his mouth opens in a silent scream. His hands grip the sheets around him in a vice before he passes out.

Harry and Moody watch, much the way that people turn to see a car wreck on the side of the highway.

 

Moody leaves first, his false leg clunking on the thinly carpeted floors.

 

Harry leans over Draco's still form. He undoes Moody's spell.

We underestimated you. We misjudged you. Now I need to make it up to you. I just hope that you'll forgive me.

He pauses to kiss those pale lips once before a bright blush invades his face and he is forced to rush out of the room.

You really aren't a bad person.

 

He goes back towards the old auror's room and is met halfway.

 

“Here.” Moody says, shoving a bottle into Harry's hand. “That kids a strong one. To stand up to Lucius Malfoy and still live is a rather rare occurrence. But he doesn't appear to have been effected mentally, either. Not even one in a million trained aurors could claim to be able to do that. He even remembered his father's techniques. That's how he picked up that spell, at least.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Well, that spell is used for torture. It stops pain for a while, but allows it to build up. Lucius used it frequently with Cruciatus to increase the spells impact. He could send more than one before the spell broke. It's amazing what things get passed down to the next generation… you should give him that potion. He was exposed to the venom before, or he'd be dead, but I would kind of like to use his mind and would rather not risk losing him to something like venom.”

 

Harry bumps into Ron and Hermione as they're leaving their room. He mumbles a quick “sorry” before continuing on his way.

 

Ron turns to Hermione.

“Wonder what that was about. Do you think it has to do with Malfoy?”

 

Hermione just shrugs and follows Harry; Ron goes to her heels like an obedient puppy.

 

Sorry it's so short. I'll try to post more ASAP. Please review, all comments appreciated.