Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Possess me ❯ Chapter eight ( Chapter 8 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ciiah-chan 
Things are starting to heat up...
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.17.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
Things are starting to heat up...
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.17.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.6K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own Harry Potter.
I own the plot of this fic and any character that might get involved that is not from the original book of J.k. Rowling or anywhere else. I would also like to remind you that if you steal this fic from me, it's against the law and you shall see my wrath. I hate people who steal my fictions. It's simply pathetic.
Warnings; Yaoi (japanese concept for men having sex), Dark!Harry, vampirism, ooc-ness, violence/black magic, blood and gore. (All of this might not get involved in this particular chapter, but I just wanted to make sure. Are you sure you have the guts to read further? *snigger*)
Chapter eight.
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The word had been spread throughout the school, there wasn't a student who didn't know about it by now; Dolores Umbridge had fallen into coma, caused by black magic. Or well, in fact, no one was certain that black magic was actually involved, but it seemed highly likely since she was, after all, a teacher in a school containing solemnly wizards and witches. Not to mention, she was incredibly disliked by everyone, except for Argus Finch and a few of the Slytherin students.
At first, Harry had been amused by the rumors. People were saying crazy things, for example that the pink teacher had been attacked by the cats on her plates. That was one of the rumors that amused Harry the most, since it was the rumor that was most unlike the truth. That is, unless you thought that Harry looked like a kitten.
A few days ago, however, people started to become more reasonable. Logical. Smart. It worried and annoyed Harry. Because someone suddenly remembered that Harry Potter had had a detention that night. And then the students, that Harry started to despise more and more, started to remember Harry's foul mood that day. And people started to realize that Harry might have been the last one to see Umbridge awake and well.
So, suddenly deciding to prove the intelligence that Harry thought was missing, people started to suspect that Harry had done something bad to the teacher that everyone hated.
Hermione was constantly giving Harry glances and peers whenever she thought he wasn't looking. In fact, at more than one occasion, Harry was able to see everything that was going on around him. It was as if the world slowed down a tad, and everything was going in slow motion. However, it was only when Harry felt weaker than usual that the world around him slowed down.
Like now, for example. Once again sitting in the dark classroom of potions, Harry rubbed his tired, darkening eyes. He was trying to write down how to cure a disease caused by the bite of a dworf. Harry felt annoyed and confused; why would a dworf bite anyone? Don't they live under ground? The whole thing was so pointless.
"Would you please stop staring at me?!" Harry snarled at Hermione as he caught her ogling once again. The girl blushed and quickly snapped away from Harry as he frowned angrily at her.
"So-sorry..." she mumbled. Harry huffed to show exactly how irritated he still was with the brunette. He felt an elbow prod at his side and turned to Ron who was frowning slightly.
"Take it easy on her, will you?" Ron whispered and gestured to Hermione who was hiding behind her unruly hair. "She's just worried about you. You know that, Harry."
Harry sighed frustrated and nodded, only so that he wouldn't have to argue with the red-head. He simply didn't have the energy. That was how it had been the last couple of days. Ever since the incident with Professor Umbridge, Harry didn't care to waste energy on the ones who tried to approach him, either to congratulate him on cursing the hated teacher, or to hiss insults about black magic. Students had been doing that for over two days, and Harry was already tired of it. He didn't care about the students who thought he was brilliant, because they had no idea what his true intentions had been at that time. And he didn't care about the so-called insults about him being some kind of evil wizard, since... well, that was more or less true.
He closed his eyes as a hot wave of displeasure washed over him and made him want to vomit again. He had already thrown up that day, and his throat felt sore and slimy. He hadn't eaten very much that day either, and with a shudder Harry remembered the strange mess that had forced its way up his throat. It was yellowish and gooey. And once again, there were stains of blood included.
He hadn't seen or heard from Nagini yet, and he was starting to feel more than a little impatient. However, Harry was also starting to feel excited. His eyes were darkening with each day and they were now almost completely black. It was only when the sun gleamed over them that you could still see some signs of green yet lingering in the black pools. That was why Harry anticipated Nagini's arrival. If she wasn't here when it was time, who the hell would bring Harry's soul to Voldemort? He didn't have the time in the world, and quite frankly, he didn't feel like waiting a minute longer than necessary. He was longing so much for Voldemort it felt like his mind was falling apart. Where was that damn snake?!
To put it short, Harry was currently in hell. The whole school suspected him of attempted murder, and even though no one really mourned the loss of the awful D.A.D.A. teacher, everyone simply assumed that Harry had used dark magic. Which was appreciated by the Slytherins, which was odd since they had seemed to be the only ones who could stand Dolores Umbridge, and it was looked down on by the rest of the school. Not that Harry cared about popularity; he would be out of school pretty soon anyway. But the fact that he was already annoyed before the stupid Umbridge-rumors started, didn't make things easier at all. Now people wouldn't stay away from him, or leave him alone, save for at night.
Not to mention the fact that Professor Snape had suddenly started to have an unnatural interest in Harry, and kept watching him closely as soon as they were in the same room. Harry could feel the eyes of the potions master upon him during breakfast, lunch, or whenever Snape and Harry met in a corridor. It was clear that the teacher was suspecting Harry. Voldemort wouldn't be happy about it. That is, if Harry were to tell him. Which he didn't plan to do, unless he felt that the situation got out of hand.
And Harry was running out of time. He had to find and steal that stupid knife that once belonged to Salazar Slytherin. The knife that could cut souls. His body was getting weaker with every day. He had to act soon.
When the dreadful potions class was finally over, Harry slowly walked out of the room, trying to find a solution. He couldn't steal the knife himself. He was too tired and worn out to do that. He needed help, and he could not ask Hermione and Ron. If he were to explain that he needed the knife of Salazar Slytherin, they would undoubtedly ask why, and he couldn't possibly tell them that he would first almost kill himself with it, and then cut off a piece of his soul and send it to Voldemort so that he could get into the school area and take Harry away from there, never to return again. Oh dear. And hopefully, he would survive. Hopefully, Nagini would be able to get to Voldemort in time. Harry couldn't deny it; he was scared. Terrified.
If Nagini didn't get to Voldemort in time, who knew what would happen? Or what if Harry accidentally cut off the wrong piece of soul?! There were so many things that could go wrong, Harry sometimes doubted his own and Voldemort's sanity.
So who could he ask? Who knew about his state already, and who knew how to find and steal a Slytherin artifact?
A sly smirk appeared on Harry's features as the answer came to him. It was so obvious; he was almost ashamed that he hadn't thought of it earlier. Now he just needed to find them.
Draco and Blaise. The two people who knew about Harry's state, and who wouldn't mind helping him achieve his goals. The in-the-closet gay couple of Slytherin. Now where could they be? Harry had seen them during the potions class, but they had left much faster than Harry. Harry strolled to the part of Hogwart’s where he knew that a lot of Slytherin students usually hung out after class; the lower level.
Just like the Gryffindor's usually hung out close to their common room, the Slytherin's were likely to hang out closer to the dungeons, since other students or teachers seldom went there. Harry immediately felt out of place while walking around in the dimly lit corridors. There were torches on the walls and to Harry's surprise, it wasn't nearly as cold as he had expected it to be.
Now all he had to do was find the couple. Fortunately enough for Harry, he still remembered the time when he and Ron transformed into Crabbe and Goyle in their second year. He still knew exactly where the Slytherin common room was. However, he doubted that Draco and Blaise would be found there. They were trying so hard to keep their relationship secret, it would be foolish to snog in the common room where anyone could catch them red-handed. If they were making out at all, that is. But somehow, the way they had hurried out of the potions classroom before everyone else seemed so sneaky, it made Harry almost positive that they were up to something.
Ah, there it was; the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Harry stopped and stared at the dark entrance. He wouldn't go in. Well, in fact he didn't even know how to get in. Something he did not mourn. Compared to Gryffindor's cozy, comfortable, red and golden common room with a huge sparkling fireplace, the Slytherin common room could be mistaken for the North Pole with it's black, silver and green furniture and cold atmosphere. Truth be told, Harry wasn't altogether sure which common room he preferred.
Harry was just about to turn back and look for the Slytherin couple somewhere else when he heard a distant sound. Whimpering? He looked from one side to the other, eager to find the source of sound when he noticed that a part of the dark wall on his left was slightly odd in color from the rest. It was a minimal difference, and no one else would probably have noticed it. The bricks seemed to be a brighter shade of gray than the rest of the stone wall. Harry put his hands to it and frowned. It didn't feel as solid as a stone wall was supposed to. The odd area seemed to vibrate with magic, as well. A silencing charm? Harry pressed himself firmly to the wall and held his breath. Maybe... he would be able to...
After pressing himself against the wall for a few seconds, he smirked. He was able to hear what was going on, despite the obvious silencing charm. Harry marveled at his own hearing improvement. It was faint noises, but Harry could hear everything quite clearly. A smug snigger emitted from Harry's throat. Slytherins could be quite naughty.
"Haa...! Blaise! Y-you promised not to try anything... out here ... ah!" Draco whimpered, sounding embarrassed, but aroused. Harry could hear how Blaise sniggered.
"Oh? But that's not what your body seems to want, Draco..." he purred, and Harry smirked at the aroused smugness in his voice. It was actually quite thrilling to listen to what the boys were doing, since it was clear that they did not want anyone to hear. It was forbidden to eavesdrop, after all. Without a doubt the Slytherin boys were still 'in the closet'; no one must see their intimate snogging. They were obviously hiding. Harry knew that the door was locked without even trying to open it. He wasn't even sure on how to open it, since there wasn't a doorknob. Crossing his arms over his chest, Harry leaned against the door, still pressing his ear to the door.
"B-but! Ah... oh! Blaaise..." Draco moaned, and made it clear exactly how much he was enjoying whatever it was that Blaise was doing. "N-no! Where are you touching?! D-don't look..."
"Don't deny it, Draco... it's already dripping... you really want it in, don't you?" Blaise drawled, dragging another aroused moan out of the blonde who was obviously losing his willpower to resist his boyfriend. Harry snickered at how easy it was to seduce Draco. If Harry wasn't already so addicted to Voldemort, he would probably try and steal the blonde away from Blaise. However, even though Harry had doubted it in the beginning, he knew that Draco and Blaise really loved each other. Despite these sadistic ministrations, it was obvious how much pride Blaise took in Draco. And it was more than enough to make Harry envious. Why couldn't Voldemort be more like Blaise? If Voldemort treated him more like Blaise treated Draco... that'd probably be real nice. Tender, lovingly...
Harry was so caught up in Voldemort drenched thoughts that he almost forgot about Blaise and Draco. He pressed his ear against the door once more, and continued listening.
"We can't do it in here! Blaise, you idiot!" Draco whimpered and was clearly trying to fight Blaise. "E-even though we put up a charm... someone might catch us... what if Snape shows up?"
"But you like this feeling, don't you?" Blaise purred and Harry could hear licking, suckling sounds. It was enough to make Harry feel quite excited himself. "The feeling of maybe getting caught... turns you on, doesn't it?"
"... Yes... I-it feels good," Draco murmured quietly, sounding rather dazed, as f he wasn't altogether aware of what he was saying, and Harry had to concentrate to hear. "Blaise..." Harry could hear the smacking sound of lips sucking at each other. Envy raised in his chest again. He hadn't had the chance to even kiss Voldemort yet. Such a simple, but wonderful act, and he hadn't done it! God, he couldn't stand this anymore! He didn't want to hear anything more, afraid to get aruosed, and he needed their help now! Ignoring the fact that he would be interrupting something very private, Harry pointed his wand to the door, hoping his simple plan might work.
He murmured a quiet, "Alohomora."
The stone door clicked and Harry smirked. For being a secret room with a locking spell, it was pretty damn easy to break into. He understood why Draco was so worried about someone walking in on them. Then again, the entrance itself was pretty hard to detect, and people just don't shoot off an Alohomora to an ordinary stone wall, do they?
He slowly opened the door and soundlessly slipped into the room, then he closed the door behind him just as quietly. It was about the same size as the bedroom he had inherited from his cousin Dudley. The room was completely dark save for a small candle on a table. Next to the table was Draco, pressed up against the wall by a licking and nibbling Blaise who had one hand inside of Draco's pants. The blonde was more or less writhing in pleasure as the dark-skinned boy caressed his pale side with his free hand. Blaise thrust softly against Draco's hips, and the Draco responded by sighing in delight and meeting his lover's slow, sensual thrusts.
They were both half-naked, Draco wearing only the standard black school pants, while Blaise was wearing the same pants and a white shirt that had been unbuttoned.
Harry was just about to give a smug comment and startle the boys, because that would without a doubt have amused him quite a lot, and somewhere in his mind he thought they deserved it for showing their affection for each other so openly and shamelessy, stubbornly ignoring the fact that he was irrational; It was, after all, he who had broken into their hiding place.
But just then, Blaise brought his hand to Draco's cheek and stroke his thumb over the pale, pink-tinted skin. Draco opened his eyes dazedly and stared at Blaise. Harry, still well-hidden within the shadows, was completely unnoticed by the boys. He stared in awe as Blaise leaned forward to capture Draco's lips with his own. Draco's eyes drifted closed again, and he brought his thin arms around Blaise's chocolate-colored shoulders. Blaise's shirt started to fall off and were now down by the boy's elbows as Draco struggled to get it off altogether. They massaged one another's lips gently, lovingly, and Harry, steaming with jealousy, more or less ogled the passionate kiss. Will I ever be able to do that to Voldemort?
Then, at last, he gave a cough.
The slytherin students flew apart and stared wildly around the room to find the source of sound. They finally noticed Harry, who irrationally enough was starting to feel neglected. Draco gave an audible swallow and quickly picked his shirt up from the floor as Blaise buttoned his own white one.
"P-potter!" Draco hissed, clearly pissed with the Gryffindor golden boy. "You could have knocked!"
"Yes, but where's the fun in that? Besides, I doubt that you two horny bastards would have heard it, even if I did knock," Harry drawled, without a trace of amusement in his voice. He stared at the Slytherin students, emotionlessly, as they dressed hurriedly. His eyes narrowed a little when Draco helped Blaise to button the right holes. Draco gave a small laugh.
"You always button this one wrong..." he murmured and corrected it for Blaise who smiled down at him. Harry felt neglected again. He knew that it was only because he longed so passionately for Voldemort, but honestly, the knowledge of what was annoying him didn't make things better. He didn't want to watch the display of affection, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the image. He wanted Voldemort to look at him like that. He wanted Voldemort to hold him like that, to kiss him like that...
"I need your help," Harry muttered after almost ten seconds of intense staring. Blaise and Draco looked up with confused, almost suspicious looks.
"Oh?" Blaise said and gestured to the chairs surrounding the table. Harry took a seat and so did Draco and Blaise.
"Yes. Because you two are currently the only ones I can trust," Harry said quietly. "But first I want to know something." He looked intensively at Blaise. "How come you know so much about the vampiric virus? How did you know I was one of them? The only one that seems to know anything at all about the virus, besides Dumbledore, is Snape, and even he doesn't seem to know all that much."
Harry had been wondering about these things for quite some time. It was strange how the Slytherin boy knew so much about them, when even Severus Snape himself only had diffuse facts to go on. Blaise sighed and rested his elbow on the table. He seemed to think about whether or not to tell Harry.
"You know," Blaise said after a while. "A lot of people have asked me... 'How come your eyes are so blue? How come your eyes look like that, when your skin is dark?'" Blaise looked up and met Harry's gaze. Harry stared into those icy blue eyes, and realized that it was indeed an odd eye color for someone with such dark skin. They gleamed in Blaise's face, like two diamonds. "But I can never tell them the truth." Blaise gave a short laugh. "The only ones who know about it, are Draco... and my mother."
Harry blinked, feeling confused.
"You're saying... you have the virus too?" He asked, absolutely baffled. Blaise gave a weak smile.
"Not in the same way as you do. The virus is in my body, but it won't activate."
"Why not?" Harry asked, and a wave of curiosity welled up inside of him. He always knew there was something different about the dark skinned boy. Blaise sighed.
"Because the virus was given to me. In your case, the virus was born and created in your body, it was decided that you would have the virus. You were born with the virus, as a hidden part of your being," Blaise explained. "I was also born with the virus, but it was forced upon my body. You see, when my mother was pregnant with me, she got bitten by one of your kind. An Egyptian wizard who was born with the vampiric virus had transformed fully into a vampire, and he attacked my mother when she was in Africa, visiting her family."
Draco stared into the candle as he explained to Harry.
"My mother wasn't affected in the same way as me. Her body almost didn't change at all. She can grow small fangs if she feels threatened, but that drains her almost completely out of energy, so she almost never does it. However, for some reason, her abilities in dark magic improved considerably. I suppose you've heard the rumors about my mother?"
Harry shrugged and nodded shamelessly. A lot of people knew the myth behind Blaise Zabini's mother. She was a widow, had been married to very rich men seven times, and the men had all died mysterious deaths, leaving Blaise's mother with huge amounts of money, giving her the pun-like nickname The Black Widow.
Blaise smirked as Harry nodded.
"Well, I won't explain further," he said. Harry felt annoyed; he wanted to know if the rumors were true or not! But it was clear that Blaise wasn't going to tell him. "Anyway, since the virus doesn't really belong in my body, it won't activate. I could turn into a vampire, if an original vampire bit me, but... It wouldn't be the same. And Draco can't turn into a vampire, since he's a wizard, so..." Blaise trailed off, and the last words seemed to be murmured to himself. Harry slowly blinked and gave Draco a glance. The pale boy stared down at the table and refused to look at anyone else. For some reason, there was a hint of guilt in those grey eyes. Harry paid it no further thought. He turned back to Blaise who seemed to be a bit stuck in his own thoughts.
"I guess that explains it then..." Harry said and Blaise looked up. He nodded.
"Yes... when my mother realized that there was something different with me, she contacted all sorts of witchdoctors. They discovered that the vampiric virus had somehow got stuck in my body. So when I grew up, my mother taught me everything I needed to know. But turns out I'm not really very special after all. Despite the powerful virus, I am still a mere wizard."
"Indeed you are," Harry said coldly and ignored the small flinch Blaise gave, and the upset look Draco gave him. "I'm sorry, but I don't have much time. I really do need your help." His voice softened. "Please, help me." Blaise and Draco peered at Harry, looking curious.
"What is it, then?" Draco finally asked. Harry opened his mouth, but... he didn't know what to say, where to begin.
"I... I need something. Something the belonged to Salazar Slytherin," he said. "I need the knife that belonged to him. And I don't have much time." Draco blinked and leaned forward.
"If you want our help, you have to explain; exactly what are you planning to do with a Slyhtherin artifact?" Blaise nodded and stared intensively at Harry, who suddenly felt a bit cornered. "You said you could trust us, didn't you?"
Harry sighed. It was pointless to lie to the people who were going to help him.
"I need it, because it has the ability to cut souls. I need it, because I have found my soul mate, and we can't reach each other as it is now. I can't go to him, because I am trapped here like some fucking princess, and he cannot enter this school," Harry spat haughtily. "So I have to cut off a piece of my soul and send it to him, so that he will be able to come in. And take me away from here."
Blaise and Draco stared at him, almost as if he was insane.
"You've found your soul mate? You've actually found another wizard with the vampiric virus? Who is it?" Blaise whispered excitedly. His blue eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit room, and Draco bit his lip in anticipation. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath before whispering his reply.
"His name is Tom Riddle."
Silence. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and met the shocked gaze of Draco. No wonder, Harry thought. Draco's father had been the right hand of Voldemort, so there was really no big surprise that Draco had come to find out about Voldemort's true name. Blaise, on the other hand, only looked confused, and looked at his boyfriend, then at Harry, and back at Draco again.
"Who's Tom Riddle?" Blaise asked, obviously unaware of Voldemort's true name. Draco swallowed.
"T-tom Riddle? Your soul mate is Tom Riddle?" He let out a nervous laugh. "How ironic."
Harry laughed too.
"Ironic indeed," He said. Blaise was getting annoyed.
"Who's Tom Riddle?" He asked again, and glared at Draco for not telling him. Draco smiled softly.
"Blaise... it would seem that Harry's soul mate is none other than the Dark Lord himself." Blaise's eyes widened and his breathing quickened. He turned to Harry who was staring back at him, daring Blaise to laugh or say it was impossible. But Blaise grinned and leaned forward excitedly.
"You! I knew... My mother always told me that the Dark Lord was one of them! But that you of all people would be his soul mate!" He exclaimed and gave a disbelieving chuckle. "That you would actually be the mate of Lord Voldemort... is just extraordinary," he whispered in awe. Harry stared at him, quite surprised that Blaise had actually said Voldemort's name.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he said sarcastically, smirked and gave a small snort. "But as I said, I need your help. I don't know where to find the knife and I don't know how to steal it. And I'm in a hurry."
Draco and Blaise smirked.
"The knife of Slytherin is in a locked casket in the Slytherin common room. The key is in the headmaster's office, where it has been ever since Slytherin himself was alive. It's the headmaster's duty to protect and guard the key, so that no student would be able to open it, since the knife is completely stuffed with dark magic. And to be able to open, you must say a few words in that snake-language that you speak."
"Parsel Tongue," Harry corrected and Draco nodded.
"Yeah. So basically, all you really have to do is to steal the key from Dumbledore, and you'll be able to open the casket. I think."
Harry smirked.
"That doesn't sound too hard, does it?"
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The three boys left the small room, and Blaise went off to change his shirt. Harry and Draco watched as he opened the entrance and went in. They waited for him. Then suddenly, Draco was facing him, and Harry blinked. It looked as if the pale boy wanted to say something. He was biting his lip before opening his mouth.
"Um... Potter... I-I need to ask something," Draco muttered, obviously annoyed by his own timid behavior. Harry quirked an eyebrow.
"Oh? Shoot."
Draco swallowed and glanced over his shoulder as if confirming that Blaise wasn't on his way back yet. He wasn't.
"I was just wondering... um, would it be possible... I mean, do you think you could ask..." Draco sighed frustrated and seemed to give up his entire pride. "Look, I know that Blaise wants to activate the virus in his body. I know him well enough to be able to tell..." Draco glanced over his shoulder again. "If he got bitten by a real vampire, he could probably transform into one. But I can't." Draco sounded almost bitter as he said this. "I wasn't born with the virus, and unlike Blaise, I haven't had any kind of contact with the virus what so ever. It's impossible for me to turn into a vampire as I am now."
Harry cocked his head to the side. He felt confused. Why was all the Slytherins so bad at explaining what they really meant? Draco sighed.
"Thing is... Potter..." a soft, but still dead-serious expression graced Draco's features. "I love Blaise," Harry's lazy eyes went wider as the pale boy blushed and forced himself to go on. "I don't want to be the one holding him down. I have told him that it's okay with me, if he chooses to leave me to become a vampire. But he won't have it," Draco laughed softly, and Harry was shocked to see this serious, emotional side of Draco. "He got mad at me for even suggesting it. He loves me. So he refuses to become a vampire, because he knows that we would have to leave each other."
Harry leaned his back to the wall, put his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes. The sadness in Draco's voice was honest. For some reason, during the four and a half years he had spent on Hogwarts, he had come to believe that the Slytherins were incapable of loving another person. They always acted so coldly towards everyone. It almost annoyed him, how Draco was so open about his love for Blaise, because Harry certainly wasn't used to it.
"And?" Harry asked after a few seconds. "What does it have to do with me?" Draco directed his gaze to the floor and took a deep breath.
"Please... as compensation for helping you... would you please ask the Dark Lord if there's a way for me to become a vampire?" Draco gave Harry a pleading look, once again shocking Harry. "I know it's probably impossible, but the Dark Lord is so powerful... he might know something! I-I need to know. If there's the smallest chance for me to transform, I'll take it. For the sake of Blaise."
Harry blinked slowly and pushed off of the wall. He took a step closer to Draco and peered down into that sad, but determined face.
"You would leave your family behind, you would sacrifice your humanity, just for the sake of Blaise?" He asked, and heard that behind the coldness in his voice, there was bemusement. Draco nodded slowly and stared intensively into Harry's eyes. Harry smirked.
"I'll see what I can do."
The happiness that seeped into Draco's eyes was enough to force Harry to look away. He was confused. And annoyed by his confusion. After all, seeing Draco smile like that was enough to make anyone confused. It was as if the Malfoy boy was actually human, and not demon, as he seemed determined to make everyone believe.
How come the humans had such power? Emotions... Love. It was indeed powerful. The love he held for Vold- Tom. Tom Riddle. Harry thought about it. A painful sting of longing shot though his chest. How he longed for Tom...
"Let's go," Blaise said when he finally came back, and Draco nodded happily. Blaise shot the smiling boy a confused glance. Draco smiled contently to himself as they walked through the dark corridors. Harry watched them from behind as the Slytherin couple started chatting a little while walking. Harry smiled. He couldn't quite explain why, but something about them made him feel... happy. A feeling he wasn't used to these days.
He wanted to help them.
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"Oi, Potter," Blaise said as they passed by the dining hall, where most students were eating dinner by now. Harry could hear the chinks of forks and knifes and the chatting of random students. He turned his attention to the dark boy. "Do you even know how to get into Dumbledore's office? From what I've heard, the headmaster's office is the room that's hardest to break into in the entire school." Harry closed his eyes, as a wave of nausea coursed through him and he shuddered.
"Yeah," he muttered, feeling sicker by the minute. "I know how to get in." Truth to be told, Harry was worried about that part, too. They were about to walk up the stairs when suddenly a nervous girl's voice stopped them.
"Harry."
Harry stopped in mid-step and sighed, while closing his eyes again. He was not in the mood for this, nor did he have the energy to deal with Hermione's motherly mood. He turned to face her, fixing his face into a carefree expression to make her worry less, but he was shocked to see that Hermione was now pointing her wand against him. Harry gaped as Hermione stared intensively at him, her wand trembling a little, but she held it in a firm grasp and Harry knew that Hermione was a very talented witch, even though she hadn't really been doing a lot of dueling.
"What's this about?" He asked, wildly bemused by Hermione's behavior. Hermione took a deep breath.
"Something is wrong with you. You're not the Harry I know." her words trailed off to mere whispers and she obviously tried to prevent herself from crying. Harry swallowed, feeling sick, and annoyed, angry, but at the same time he pitied Hermione. The dark shadows under her eyes made it obvious that the girl had been worried for quite a while.
"I'm Harry," Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter. I am the one you met five years ago, on the train, with Ronald Weasley. The first thing you said to him was 'You've got dirt on your nose,'" Harry said, and Hermione was staring at him, in an almost insane manner. Her wand shook.
"D-don't say things like that! Shut up!" She hissed and took a step closer. "I know that something is wrong. I know! Why won't you tell me?" Hermione's eyes gleamed with tears as her face was filled with an expression of despair. "You're not Harry, are you?" She gave a shaky smirk that looked rather odd on her usually gentle face. "Y-you've just taken his appearance. I've figured it all out! You're not Harry!"
"Hermione-" Harry tried to calm the girl down but Hermione gave a loud wince and stomped her foot on the ground.
"Don't say my name as if you're actually him! You're just an imposter, aren't you?"
"Herm-"
"AREN'T YOU?!"
Harry panicked when he saw how Hermione gathered magic in her wand, ready to shoot it off at any second. He reached for his own wand, and was pleased to find that he managed to pull it out rather quickly. He pointed the wand at Hermione who was staring at it, then at Harry's expressionless face, and then back at the wand. Her lips quivered.
"D-demon," she said quietly. "Demon!" She repeated, louder this time. Hermione gave a flick to her wand and Harry watched as the spell came flying towards him. He ducked, and without thinking, he pointed the wand to Hermione and roared a spell of his own.
"Sectus Sempra!" In the second he said it, he felt terrified and immediately wished he could take it back. He had no idea where the spell had come from, it had just popped into his mind. But he knew that it was an evil spell. No... It wasn't even a spell, it was a curse. So he watched, mesmerized, as the curse flied towards Hermione who stared at it with large eyes. But just as it was about to hit her, it went off in another direction. Harry stared wide-eyed as the curse was sucked into the wand of Severus Snape. He was incredibly relieved that the curse hadn't hit Hermione, but the outrageous look on Snape's face was enough to make anyone feel sick to the stomach. Snape put away his wand and gave Harry a hiss.
"Come with me, Potter!"
Harry sighed. There was no running away. He took a deep breath and put his wand in his pocket. Hermione stared at him, sniffing and sobbing, as he went past her without so much as a glance.
tbc.
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Hmm, okay I admit, there wasn't as much action as I thought it would be. The action won't come until the next chapter I think. I hope you liked this chappie, though, and I'm sorry about the wait. School is, as usual, killing me. Me and eight other girls in my class are working our asses off with a new street choreography, cuz we'll be going to Germany in a few weeks to perform in Berlin. The choreography is awesome, but very complicated. So we have to practice a lot in our free time as well. That's why I haven't had much time to write this chapter.
And in this one, I gave a little treat to all the Blaise/Draco-fans out there. I hope you enjoyed that part. I'll try to write the next chapter as quickly as I possibly can! Until next time, dear readers, Ta ta.
(Please Review, ffs.)
I own the plot of this fic and any character that might get involved that is not from the original book of J.k. Rowling or anywhere else. I would also like to remind you that if you steal this fic from me, it's against the law and you shall see my wrath. I hate people who steal my fictions. It's simply pathetic.
Warnings; Yaoi (japanese concept for men having sex), Dark!Harry, vampirism, ooc-ness, violence/black magic, blood and gore. (All of this might not get involved in this particular chapter, but I just wanted to make sure. Are you sure you have the guts to read further? *snigger*)
Chapter eight.
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The word had been spread throughout the school, there wasn't a student who didn't know about it by now; Dolores Umbridge had fallen into coma, caused by black magic. Or well, in fact, no one was certain that black magic was actually involved, but it seemed highly likely since she was, after all, a teacher in a school containing solemnly wizards and witches. Not to mention, she was incredibly disliked by everyone, except for Argus Finch and a few of the Slytherin students.
At first, Harry had been amused by the rumors. People were saying crazy things, for example that the pink teacher had been attacked by the cats on her plates. That was one of the rumors that amused Harry the most, since it was the rumor that was most unlike the truth. That is, unless you thought that Harry looked like a kitten.
A few days ago, however, people started to become more reasonable. Logical. Smart. It worried and annoyed Harry. Because someone suddenly remembered that Harry Potter had had a detention that night. And then the students, that Harry started to despise more and more, started to remember Harry's foul mood that day. And people started to realize that Harry might have been the last one to see Umbridge awake and well.
So, suddenly deciding to prove the intelligence that Harry thought was missing, people started to suspect that Harry had done something bad to the teacher that everyone hated.
Hermione was constantly giving Harry glances and peers whenever she thought he wasn't looking. In fact, at more than one occasion, Harry was able to see everything that was going on around him. It was as if the world slowed down a tad, and everything was going in slow motion. However, it was only when Harry felt weaker than usual that the world around him slowed down.
Like now, for example. Once again sitting in the dark classroom of potions, Harry rubbed his tired, darkening eyes. He was trying to write down how to cure a disease caused by the bite of a dworf. Harry felt annoyed and confused; why would a dworf bite anyone? Don't they live under ground? The whole thing was so pointless.
"Would you please stop staring at me?!" Harry snarled at Hermione as he caught her ogling once again. The girl blushed and quickly snapped away from Harry as he frowned angrily at her.
"So-sorry..." she mumbled. Harry huffed to show exactly how irritated he still was with the brunette. He felt an elbow prod at his side and turned to Ron who was frowning slightly.
"Take it easy on her, will you?" Ron whispered and gestured to Hermione who was hiding behind her unruly hair. "She's just worried about you. You know that, Harry."
Harry sighed frustrated and nodded, only so that he wouldn't have to argue with the red-head. He simply didn't have the energy. That was how it had been the last couple of days. Ever since the incident with Professor Umbridge, Harry didn't care to waste energy on the ones who tried to approach him, either to congratulate him on cursing the hated teacher, or to hiss insults about black magic. Students had been doing that for over two days, and Harry was already tired of it. He didn't care about the students who thought he was brilliant, because they had no idea what his true intentions had been at that time. And he didn't care about the so-called insults about him being some kind of evil wizard, since... well, that was more or less true.
He closed his eyes as a hot wave of displeasure washed over him and made him want to vomit again. He had already thrown up that day, and his throat felt sore and slimy. He hadn't eaten very much that day either, and with a shudder Harry remembered the strange mess that had forced its way up his throat. It was yellowish and gooey. And once again, there were stains of blood included.
He hadn't seen or heard from Nagini yet, and he was starting to feel more than a little impatient. However, Harry was also starting to feel excited. His eyes were darkening with each day and they were now almost completely black. It was only when the sun gleamed over them that you could still see some signs of green yet lingering in the black pools. That was why Harry anticipated Nagini's arrival. If she wasn't here when it was time, who the hell would bring Harry's soul to Voldemort? He didn't have the time in the world, and quite frankly, he didn't feel like waiting a minute longer than necessary. He was longing so much for Voldemort it felt like his mind was falling apart. Where was that damn snake?!
To put it short, Harry was currently in hell. The whole school suspected him of attempted murder, and even though no one really mourned the loss of the awful D.A.D.A. teacher, everyone simply assumed that Harry had used dark magic. Which was appreciated by the Slytherins, which was odd since they had seemed to be the only ones who could stand Dolores Umbridge, and it was looked down on by the rest of the school. Not that Harry cared about popularity; he would be out of school pretty soon anyway. But the fact that he was already annoyed before the stupid Umbridge-rumors started, didn't make things easier at all. Now people wouldn't stay away from him, or leave him alone, save for at night.
Not to mention the fact that Professor Snape had suddenly started to have an unnatural interest in Harry, and kept watching him closely as soon as they were in the same room. Harry could feel the eyes of the potions master upon him during breakfast, lunch, or whenever Snape and Harry met in a corridor. It was clear that the teacher was suspecting Harry. Voldemort wouldn't be happy about it. That is, if Harry were to tell him. Which he didn't plan to do, unless he felt that the situation got out of hand.
And Harry was running out of time. He had to find and steal that stupid knife that once belonged to Salazar Slytherin. The knife that could cut souls. His body was getting weaker with every day. He had to act soon.
When the dreadful potions class was finally over, Harry slowly walked out of the room, trying to find a solution. He couldn't steal the knife himself. He was too tired and worn out to do that. He needed help, and he could not ask Hermione and Ron. If he were to explain that he needed the knife of Salazar Slytherin, they would undoubtedly ask why, and he couldn't possibly tell them that he would first almost kill himself with it, and then cut off a piece of his soul and send it to Voldemort so that he could get into the school area and take Harry away from there, never to return again. Oh dear. And hopefully, he would survive. Hopefully, Nagini would be able to get to Voldemort in time. Harry couldn't deny it; he was scared. Terrified.
If Nagini didn't get to Voldemort in time, who knew what would happen? Or what if Harry accidentally cut off the wrong piece of soul?! There were so many things that could go wrong, Harry sometimes doubted his own and Voldemort's sanity.
So who could he ask? Who knew about his state already, and who knew how to find and steal a Slytherin artifact?
A sly smirk appeared on Harry's features as the answer came to him. It was so obvious; he was almost ashamed that he hadn't thought of it earlier. Now he just needed to find them.
Draco and Blaise. The two people who knew about Harry's state, and who wouldn't mind helping him achieve his goals. The in-the-closet gay couple of Slytherin. Now where could they be? Harry had seen them during the potions class, but they had left much faster than Harry. Harry strolled to the part of Hogwart’s where he knew that a lot of Slytherin students usually hung out after class; the lower level.
Just like the Gryffindor's usually hung out close to their common room, the Slytherin's were likely to hang out closer to the dungeons, since other students or teachers seldom went there. Harry immediately felt out of place while walking around in the dimly lit corridors. There were torches on the walls and to Harry's surprise, it wasn't nearly as cold as he had expected it to be.
Now all he had to do was find the couple. Fortunately enough for Harry, he still remembered the time when he and Ron transformed into Crabbe and Goyle in their second year. He still knew exactly where the Slytherin common room was. However, he doubted that Draco and Blaise would be found there. They were trying so hard to keep their relationship secret, it would be foolish to snog in the common room where anyone could catch them red-handed. If they were making out at all, that is. But somehow, the way they had hurried out of the potions classroom before everyone else seemed so sneaky, it made Harry almost positive that they were up to something.
Ah, there it was; the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Harry stopped and stared at the dark entrance. He wouldn't go in. Well, in fact he didn't even know how to get in. Something he did not mourn. Compared to Gryffindor's cozy, comfortable, red and golden common room with a huge sparkling fireplace, the Slytherin common room could be mistaken for the North Pole with it's black, silver and green furniture and cold atmosphere. Truth be told, Harry wasn't altogether sure which common room he preferred.
Harry was just about to turn back and look for the Slytherin couple somewhere else when he heard a distant sound. Whimpering? He looked from one side to the other, eager to find the source of sound when he noticed that a part of the dark wall on his left was slightly odd in color from the rest. It was a minimal difference, and no one else would probably have noticed it. The bricks seemed to be a brighter shade of gray than the rest of the stone wall. Harry put his hands to it and frowned. It didn't feel as solid as a stone wall was supposed to. The odd area seemed to vibrate with magic, as well. A silencing charm? Harry pressed himself firmly to the wall and held his breath. Maybe... he would be able to...
After pressing himself against the wall for a few seconds, he smirked. He was able to hear what was going on, despite the obvious silencing charm. Harry marveled at his own hearing improvement. It was faint noises, but Harry could hear everything quite clearly. A smug snigger emitted from Harry's throat. Slytherins could be quite naughty.
"Haa...! Blaise! Y-you promised not to try anything... out here ... ah!" Draco whimpered, sounding embarrassed, but aroused. Harry could hear how Blaise sniggered.
"Oh? But that's not what your body seems to want, Draco..." he purred, and Harry smirked at the aroused smugness in his voice. It was actually quite thrilling to listen to what the boys were doing, since it was clear that they did not want anyone to hear. It was forbidden to eavesdrop, after all. Without a doubt the Slytherin boys were still 'in the closet'; no one must see their intimate snogging. They were obviously hiding. Harry knew that the door was locked without even trying to open it. He wasn't even sure on how to open it, since there wasn't a doorknob. Crossing his arms over his chest, Harry leaned against the door, still pressing his ear to the door.
"B-but! Ah... oh! Blaaise..." Draco moaned, and made it clear exactly how much he was enjoying whatever it was that Blaise was doing. "N-no! Where are you touching?! D-don't look..."
"Don't deny it, Draco... it's already dripping... you really want it in, don't you?" Blaise drawled, dragging another aroused moan out of the blonde who was obviously losing his willpower to resist his boyfriend. Harry snickered at how easy it was to seduce Draco. If Harry wasn't already so addicted to Voldemort, he would probably try and steal the blonde away from Blaise. However, even though Harry had doubted it in the beginning, he knew that Draco and Blaise really loved each other. Despite these sadistic ministrations, it was obvious how much pride Blaise took in Draco. And it was more than enough to make Harry envious. Why couldn't Voldemort be more like Blaise? If Voldemort treated him more like Blaise treated Draco... that'd probably be real nice. Tender, lovingly...
Harry was so caught up in Voldemort drenched thoughts that he almost forgot about Blaise and Draco. He pressed his ear against the door once more, and continued listening.
"We can't do it in here! Blaise, you idiot!" Draco whimpered and was clearly trying to fight Blaise. "E-even though we put up a charm... someone might catch us... what if Snape shows up?"
"But you like this feeling, don't you?" Blaise purred and Harry could hear licking, suckling sounds. It was enough to make Harry feel quite excited himself. "The feeling of maybe getting caught... turns you on, doesn't it?"
"... Yes... I-it feels good," Draco murmured quietly, sounding rather dazed, as f he wasn't altogether aware of what he was saying, and Harry had to concentrate to hear. "Blaise..." Harry could hear the smacking sound of lips sucking at each other. Envy raised in his chest again. He hadn't had the chance to even kiss Voldemort yet. Such a simple, but wonderful act, and he hadn't done it! God, he couldn't stand this anymore! He didn't want to hear anything more, afraid to get aruosed, and he needed their help now! Ignoring the fact that he would be interrupting something very private, Harry pointed his wand to the door, hoping his simple plan might work.
He murmured a quiet, "Alohomora."
The stone door clicked and Harry smirked. For being a secret room with a locking spell, it was pretty damn easy to break into. He understood why Draco was so worried about someone walking in on them. Then again, the entrance itself was pretty hard to detect, and people just don't shoot off an Alohomora to an ordinary stone wall, do they?
He slowly opened the door and soundlessly slipped into the room, then he closed the door behind him just as quietly. It was about the same size as the bedroom he had inherited from his cousin Dudley. The room was completely dark save for a small candle on a table. Next to the table was Draco, pressed up against the wall by a licking and nibbling Blaise who had one hand inside of Draco's pants. The blonde was more or less writhing in pleasure as the dark-skinned boy caressed his pale side with his free hand. Blaise thrust softly against Draco's hips, and the Draco responded by sighing in delight and meeting his lover's slow, sensual thrusts.
They were both half-naked, Draco wearing only the standard black school pants, while Blaise was wearing the same pants and a white shirt that had been unbuttoned.
Harry was just about to give a smug comment and startle the boys, because that would without a doubt have amused him quite a lot, and somewhere in his mind he thought they deserved it for showing their affection for each other so openly and shamelessy, stubbornly ignoring the fact that he was irrational; It was, after all, he who had broken into their hiding place.
But just then, Blaise brought his hand to Draco's cheek and stroke his thumb over the pale, pink-tinted skin. Draco opened his eyes dazedly and stared at Blaise. Harry, still well-hidden within the shadows, was completely unnoticed by the boys. He stared in awe as Blaise leaned forward to capture Draco's lips with his own. Draco's eyes drifted closed again, and he brought his thin arms around Blaise's chocolate-colored shoulders. Blaise's shirt started to fall off and were now down by the boy's elbows as Draco struggled to get it off altogether. They massaged one another's lips gently, lovingly, and Harry, steaming with jealousy, more or less ogled the passionate kiss. Will I ever be able to do that to Voldemort?
Then, at last, he gave a cough.
The slytherin students flew apart and stared wildly around the room to find the source of sound. They finally noticed Harry, who irrationally enough was starting to feel neglected. Draco gave an audible swallow and quickly picked his shirt up from the floor as Blaise buttoned his own white one.
"P-potter!" Draco hissed, clearly pissed with the Gryffindor golden boy. "You could have knocked!"
"Yes, but where's the fun in that? Besides, I doubt that you two horny bastards would have heard it, even if I did knock," Harry drawled, without a trace of amusement in his voice. He stared at the Slytherin students, emotionlessly, as they dressed hurriedly. His eyes narrowed a little when Draco helped Blaise to button the right holes. Draco gave a small laugh.
"You always button this one wrong..." he murmured and corrected it for Blaise who smiled down at him. Harry felt neglected again. He knew that it was only because he longed so passionately for Voldemort, but honestly, the knowledge of what was annoying him didn't make things better. He didn't want to watch the display of affection, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the image. He wanted Voldemort to look at him like that. He wanted Voldemort to hold him like that, to kiss him like that...
"I need your help," Harry muttered after almost ten seconds of intense staring. Blaise and Draco looked up with confused, almost suspicious looks.
"Oh?" Blaise said and gestured to the chairs surrounding the table. Harry took a seat and so did Draco and Blaise.
"Yes. Because you two are currently the only ones I can trust," Harry said quietly. "But first I want to know something." He looked intensively at Blaise. "How come you know so much about the vampiric virus? How did you know I was one of them? The only one that seems to know anything at all about the virus, besides Dumbledore, is Snape, and even he doesn't seem to know all that much."
Harry had been wondering about these things for quite some time. It was strange how the Slytherin boy knew so much about them, when even Severus Snape himself only had diffuse facts to go on. Blaise sighed and rested his elbow on the table. He seemed to think about whether or not to tell Harry.
"You know," Blaise said after a while. "A lot of people have asked me... 'How come your eyes are so blue? How come your eyes look like that, when your skin is dark?'" Blaise looked up and met Harry's gaze. Harry stared into those icy blue eyes, and realized that it was indeed an odd eye color for someone with such dark skin. They gleamed in Blaise's face, like two diamonds. "But I can never tell them the truth." Blaise gave a short laugh. "The only ones who know about it, are Draco... and my mother."
Harry blinked, feeling confused.
"You're saying... you have the virus too?" He asked, absolutely baffled. Blaise gave a weak smile.
"Not in the same way as you do. The virus is in my body, but it won't activate."
"Why not?" Harry asked, and a wave of curiosity welled up inside of him. He always knew there was something different about the dark skinned boy. Blaise sighed.
"Because the virus was given to me. In your case, the virus was born and created in your body, it was decided that you would have the virus. You were born with the virus, as a hidden part of your being," Blaise explained. "I was also born with the virus, but it was forced upon my body. You see, when my mother was pregnant with me, she got bitten by one of your kind. An Egyptian wizard who was born with the vampiric virus had transformed fully into a vampire, and he attacked my mother when she was in Africa, visiting her family."
Draco stared into the candle as he explained to Harry.
"My mother wasn't affected in the same way as me. Her body almost didn't change at all. She can grow small fangs if she feels threatened, but that drains her almost completely out of energy, so she almost never does it. However, for some reason, her abilities in dark magic improved considerably. I suppose you've heard the rumors about my mother?"
Harry shrugged and nodded shamelessly. A lot of people knew the myth behind Blaise Zabini's mother. She was a widow, had been married to very rich men seven times, and the men had all died mysterious deaths, leaving Blaise's mother with huge amounts of money, giving her the pun-like nickname The Black Widow.
Blaise smirked as Harry nodded.
"Well, I won't explain further," he said. Harry felt annoyed; he wanted to know if the rumors were true or not! But it was clear that Blaise wasn't going to tell him. "Anyway, since the virus doesn't really belong in my body, it won't activate. I could turn into a vampire, if an original vampire bit me, but... It wouldn't be the same. And Draco can't turn into a vampire, since he's a wizard, so..." Blaise trailed off, and the last words seemed to be murmured to himself. Harry slowly blinked and gave Draco a glance. The pale boy stared down at the table and refused to look at anyone else. For some reason, there was a hint of guilt in those grey eyes. Harry paid it no further thought. He turned back to Blaise who seemed to be a bit stuck in his own thoughts.
"I guess that explains it then..." Harry said and Blaise looked up. He nodded.
"Yes... when my mother realized that there was something different with me, she contacted all sorts of witchdoctors. They discovered that the vampiric virus had somehow got stuck in my body. So when I grew up, my mother taught me everything I needed to know. But turns out I'm not really very special after all. Despite the powerful virus, I am still a mere wizard."
"Indeed you are," Harry said coldly and ignored the small flinch Blaise gave, and the upset look Draco gave him. "I'm sorry, but I don't have much time. I really do need your help." His voice softened. "Please, help me." Blaise and Draco peered at Harry, looking curious.
"What is it, then?" Draco finally asked. Harry opened his mouth, but... he didn't know what to say, where to begin.
"I... I need something. Something the belonged to Salazar Slytherin," he said. "I need the knife that belonged to him. And I don't have much time." Draco blinked and leaned forward.
"If you want our help, you have to explain; exactly what are you planning to do with a Slyhtherin artifact?" Blaise nodded and stared intensively at Harry, who suddenly felt a bit cornered. "You said you could trust us, didn't you?"
Harry sighed. It was pointless to lie to the people who were going to help him.
"I need it, because it has the ability to cut souls. I need it, because I have found my soul mate, and we can't reach each other as it is now. I can't go to him, because I am trapped here like some fucking princess, and he cannot enter this school," Harry spat haughtily. "So I have to cut off a piece of my soul and send it to him, so that he will be able to come in. And take me away from here."
Blaise and Draco stared at him, almost as if he was insane.
"You've found your soul mate? You've actually found another wizard with the vampiric virus? Who is it?" Blaise whispered excitedly. His blue eyes shone brightly in the dimly lit room, and Draco bit his lip in anticipation. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath before whispering his reply.
"His name is Tom Riddle."
Silence. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and met the shocked gaze of Draco. No wonder, Harry thought. Draco's father had been the right hand of Voldemort, so there was really no big surprise that Draco had come to find out about Voldemort's true name. Blaise, on the other hand, only looked confused, and looked at his boyfriend, then at Harry, and back at Draco again.
"Who's Tom Riddle?" Blaise asked, obviously unaware of Voldemort's true name. Draco swallowed.
"T-tom Riddle? Your soul mate is Tom Riddle?" He let out a nervous laugh. "How ironic."
Harry laughed too.
"Ironic indeed," He said. Blaise was getting annoyed.
"Who's Tom Riddle?" He asked again, and glared at Draco for not telling him. Draco smiled softly.
"Blaise... it would seem that Harry's soul mate is none other than the Dark Lord himself." Blaise's eyes widened and his breathing quickened. He turned to Harry who was staring back at him, daring Blaise to laugh or say it was impossible. But Blaise grinned and leaned forward excitedly.
"You! I knew... My mother always told me that the Dark Lord was one of them! But that you of all people would be his soul mate!" He exclaimed and gave a disbelieving chuckle. "That you would actually be the mate of Lord Voldemort... is just extraordinary," he whispered in awe. Harry stared at him, quite surprised that Blaise had actually said Voldemort's name.
"I'm glad you feel that way," he said sarcastically, smirked and gave a small snort. "But as I said, I need your help. I don't know where to find the knife and I don't know how to steal it. And I'm in a hurry."
Draco and Blaise smirked.
"The knife of Slytherin is in a locked casket in the Slytherin common room. The key is in the headmaster's office, where it has been ever since Slytherin himself was alive. It's the headmaster's duty to protect and guard the key, so that no student would be able to open it, since the knife is completely stuffed with dark magic. And to be able to open, you must say a few words in that snake-language that you speak."
"Parsel Tongue," Harry corrected and Draco nodded.
"Yeah. So basically, all you really have to do is to steal the key from Dumbledore, and you'll be able to open the casket. I think."
Harry smirked.
"That doesn't sound too hard, does it?"
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The three boys left the small room, and Blaise went off to change his shirt. Harry and Draco watched as he opened the entrance and went in. They waited for him. Then suddenly, Draco was facing him, and Harry blinked. It looked as if the pale boy wanted to say something. He was biting his lip before opening his mouth.
"Um... Potter... I-I need to ask something," Draco muttered, obviously annoyed by his own timid behavior. Harry quirked an eyebrow.
"Oh? Shoot."
Draco swallowed and glanced over his shoulder as if confirming that Blaise wasn't on his way back yet. He wasn't.
"I was just wondering... um, would it be possible... I mean, do you think you could ask..." Draco sighed frustrated and seemed to give up his entire pride. "Look, I know that Blaise wants to activate the virus in his body. I know him well enough to be able to tell..." Draco glanced over his shoulder again. "If he got bitten by a real vampire, he could probably transform into one. But I can't." Draco sounded almost bitter as he said this. "I wasn't born with the virus, and unlike Blaise, I haven't had any kind of contact with the virus what so ever. It's impossible for me to turn into a vampire as I am now."
Harry cocked his head to the side. He felt confused. Why was all the Slytherins so bad at explaining what they really meant? Draco sighed.
"Thing is... Potter..." a soft, but still dead-serious expression graced Draco's features. "I love Blaise," Harry's lazy eyes went wider as the pale boy blushed and forced himself to go on. "I don't want to be the one holding him down. I have told him that it's okay with me, if he chooses to leave me to become a vampire. But he won't have it," Draco laughed softly, and Harry was shocked to see this serious, emotional side of Draco. "He got mad at me for even suggesting it. He loves me. So he refuses to become a vampire, because he knows that we would have to leave each other."
Harry leaned his back to the wall, put his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes. The sadness in Draco's voice was honest. For some reason, during the four and a half years he had spent on Hogwarts, he had come to believe that the Slytherins were incapable of loving another person. They always acted so coldly towards everyone. It almost annoyed him, how Draco was so open about his love for Blaise, because Harry certainly wasn't used to it.
"And?" Harry asked after a few seconds. "What does it have to do with me?" Draco directed his gaze to the floor and took a deep breath.
"Please... as compensation for helping you... would you please ask the Dark Lord if there's a way for me to become a vampire?" Draco gave Harry a pleading look, once again shocking Harry. "I know it's probably impossible, but the Dark Lord is so powerful... he might know something! I-I need to know. If there's the smallest chance for me to transform, I'll take it. For the sake of Blaise."
Harry blinked slowly and pushed off of the wall. He took a step closer to Draco and peered down into that sad, but determined face.
"You would leave your family behind, you would sacrifice your humanity, just for the sake of Blaise?" He asked, and heard that behind the coldness in his voice, there was bemusement. Draco nodded slowly and stared intensively into Harry's eyes. Harry smirked.
"I'll see what I can do."
The happiness that seeped into Draco's eyes was enough to force Harry to look away. He was confused. And annoyed by his confusion. After all, seeing Draco smile like that was enough to make anyone confused. It was as if the Malfoy boy was actually human, and not demon, as he seemed determined to make everyone believe.
How come the humans had such power? Emotions... Love. It was indeed powerful. The love he held for Vold- Tom. Tom Riddle. Harry thought about it. A painful sting of longing shot though his chest. How he longed for Tom...
"Let's go," Blaise said when he finally came back, and Draco nodded happily. Blaise shot the smiling boy a confused glance. Draco smiled contently to himself as they walked through the dark corridors. Harry watched them from behind as the Slytherin couple started chatting a little while walking. Harry smiled. He couldn't quite explain why, but something about them made him feel... happy. A feeling he wasn't used to these days.
He wanted to help them.
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"Oi, Potter," Blaise said as they passed by the dining hall, where most students were eating dinner by now. Harry could hear the chinks of forks and knifes and the chatting of random students. He turned his attention to the dark boy. "Do you even know how to get into Dumbledore's office? From what I've heard, the headmaster's office is the room that's hardest to break into in the entire school." Harry closed his eyes, as a wave of nausea coursed through him and he shuddered.
"Yeah," he muttered, feeling sicker by the minute. "I know how to get in." Truth to be told, Harry was worried about that part, too. They were about to walk up the stairs when suddenly a nervous girl's voice stopped them.
"Harry."
Harry stopped in mid-step and sighed, while closing his eyes again. He was not in the mood for this, nor did he have the energy to deal with Hermione's motherly mood. He turned to face her, fixing his face into a carefree expression to make her worry less, but he was shocked to see that Hermione was now pointing her wand against him. Harry gaped as Hermione stared intensively at him, her wand trembling a little, but she held it in a firm grasp and Harry knew that Hermione was a very talented witch, even though she hadn't really been doing a lot of dueling.
"What's this about?" He asked, wildly bemused by Hermione's behavior. Hermione took a deep breath.
"Something is wrong with you. You're not the Harry I know." her words trailed off to mere whispers and she obviously tried to prevent herself from crying. Harry swallowed, feeling sick, and annoyed, angry, but at the same time he pitied Hermione. The dark shadows under her eyes made it obvious that the girl had been worried for quite a while.
"I'm Harry," Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter. I am the one you met five years ago, on the train, with Ronald Weasley. The first thing you said to him was 'You've got dirt on your nose,'" Harry said, and Hermione was staring at him, in an almost insane manner. Her wand shook.
"D-don't say things like that! Shut up!" She hissed and took a step closer. "I know that something is wrong. I know! Why won't you tell me?" Hermione's eyes gleamed with tears as her face was filled with an expression of despair. "You're not Harry, are you?" She gave a shaky smirk that looked rather odd on her usually gentle face. "Y-you've just taken his appearance. I've figured it all out! You're not Harry!"
"Hermione-" Harry tried to calm the girl down but Hermione gave a loud wince and stomped her foot on the ground.
"Don't say my name as if you're actually him! You're just an imposter, aren't you?"
"Herm-"
"AREN'T YOU?!"
Harry panicked when he saw how Hermione gathered magic in her wand, ready to shoot it off at any second. He reached for his own wand, and was pleased to find that he managed to pull it out rather quickly. He pointed the wand at Hermione who was staring at it, then at Harry's expressionless face, and then back at the wand. Her lips quivered.
"D-demon," she said quietly. "Demon!" She repeated, louder this time. Hermione gave a flick to her wand and Harry watched as the spell came flying towards him. He ducked, and without thinking, he pointed the wand to Hermione and roared a spell of his own.
"Sectus Sempra!" In the second he said it, he felt terrified and immediately wished he could take it back. He had no idea where the spell had come from, it had just popped into his mind. But he knew that it was an evil spell. No... It wasn't even a spell, it was a curse. So he watched, mesmerized, as the curse flied towards Hermione who stared at it with large eyes. But just as it was about to hit her, it went off in another direction. Harry stared wide-eyed as the curse was sucked into the wand of Severus Snape. He was incredibly relieved that the curse hadn't hit Hermione, but the outrageous look on Snape's face was enough to make anyone feel sick to the stomach. Snape put away his wand and gave Harry a hiss.
"Come with me, Potter!"
Harry sighed. There was no running away. He took a deep breath and put his wand in his pocket. Hermione stared at him, sniffing and sobbing, as he went past her without so much as a glance.
tbc.
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Hmm, okay I admit, there wasn't as much action as I thought it would be. The action won't come until the next chapter I think. I hope you liked this chappie, though, and I'm sorry about the wait. School is, as usual, killing me. Me and eight other girls in my class are working our asses off with a new street choreography, cuz we'll be going to Germany in a few weeks to perform in Berlin. The choreography is awesome, but very complicated. So we have to practice a lot in our free time as well. That's why I haven't had much time to write this chapter.
And in this one, I gave a little treat to all the Blaise/Draco-fans out there. I hope you enjoyed that part. I'll try to write the next chapter as quickly as I possibly can! Until next time, dear readers, Ta ta.
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