Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Possess me ❯ Chapter nine ( Chapter 9 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ciiah-chan 
And this is what happened...
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.13.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 905 | Status: Work In Progress
And this is what happened...
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.13.2008 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.1K | Visits: 905 | Status: Work In Progress
I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
I do own the plot of this fic and any characters that might become involved that are not from the book or anywhere else. Are we clear? Good.
a/n: God, I am SO sorry for the extreme delay. I know I haven't updated in like...uh, two months. Believe me, I have my reasons. It wasn't my intention to make you guys wait. I've said before that school is killing me, right? Well... just when I thought that the worst parts of my junior year were over, turns out the torture only just started. I've been to Germany to perform, I've had more tests than I can count, my homework's piling up, and on top of that, my teachers want me to start practicing a lot more with the flute and the piano, because apparently I'm so bloody talented, they want me to sing (opera for crying out loud!), dance, play the flute AND the piano at the classical concert in May! *pant pant*
I have never been so insanely busy in my entire life. Plus, the juniors in my high school have to do a special individual project. And, being the overly enthusiastic fool that I am, I chose to write a book. Yeah, a fantasy novel (gay ppl involved, of course.). Not that I mind, I have the plot in my head and as you all know, I do love to write. But as I'm sure you understand... I just don't have the time to update as often as I used to. And for that, I apologize. I wasn't prepared for the second semester of my junior year to be so stressful. God, I miss being a sophomore.
But hey - I'm not a quitter. And this is one of my personal favorite fics. ^^ So don't give up on me, ok? I will definitely finish this fic. I promise.
Okay, the usual warnings; yaoi (c'mon, you should know what that is by now), Dark!Harry, Dark Magic, Blood and Gore.
Here we (finally) go! Chapter nine.
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Harry swallowed nervously and threw a glimpse at Snape's whirling cloak as he tried to keep up with the teacher, who more or less ran through the large corridors. He had never truly feared Snape, and ever since the whole thing with Tom started, the small remains of Harry's fear for Snape had completely disappeared, probably due to Voldemort's deep hatred for the man.
But this time it was different. Very different. And Harry had no idea why it was so different, but he knew that it was. And something kept telling him that it had something to do with the curse; that new, strange curse that had just popped into his mind. Sectumsempra. Well, of course it had something to do with the curse, anyone would get punished for cursing another student, but Snape had looked furious when he had sucked the curse into his wand. As if Harry had been close to killing Hermione, which wouldn't surprise Harry too much.
He remembered exactly how scared he had felt as he shot off the curse at the brunette. In the very second he had said 'sectumsempra', he knew that it was a real bad curse.
And now Harry felt weak and terribly worn out. His body felt like it weighed twenty pounds more than usual and his head was pounding badly enough to make Harry rather dizzy. He managed to keep up with Snape though, and after about two minutes, they finally reached the potion master's room. Snape flung the door open and went in, obviously expecting Harry to follow him. When inside of the darkly lit room, Harry's narrowed eyes suddenly widened when sharp fingers cut into his arm and forced him to sit down on a hard chair. Snape's face was paler than usual, but with angry red spots here and there.
"Where did you learn that curse?!" The teacher hissed, obviously enraged, and Harry felt somewhat disgusted with how scared he felt, and also because he was involuntarily showered in Snape-spit. "Tell me where!" Snape shook his shoulders and if he was going mad. Harry groaned when the pounding in his head increased.
"I don't know!" He yelled, almost feeling panicked as the pain increased. "I don't know, it just came to me!" God, anything to make the insane man let go of him. Harry knew he should've come up with some sort of a lie, but he couldn't think of anything, and what the hell would he say? That he had found the curse in a book? Judging from Snape's reaction, the curse was obviously not something that students were supposed to know about, and therefore, not something that Harry could've snatched up in the school library, for instance.
The iron fingers slowly let go of Harry's sore arms, and the The Boy Who Lived quickly massaged the sore areas with his hands, more or less hugging himself, shaking and suddenly starting to feel oddly cold and clammy, as if he was coming down with a fever.
"You," Snape hissed and leaned in close to Harry who gave a disgusted frown. "... Lie!" Harry gave him a hateful glare, and for a second Snape looked sligthly taken aback, as if he saw something that scared him in the depths of Harry’s dark pools.
"I do not," Harry answered, trying his best to sound stoic and angry, but his voice was weak and shaky and Harry cursed mentally. "I swear, I don't know what happened."
"It just popped up in your head? Is that what you're saying?" Snape was starting to look rather mad, his black hair ruffled and his dark eyes wide open. "You think I'm an idiot?"
Before Harry could stop himself, he smirked and sniggered, despite the incredible pain in his head.
"Oh, I wouldn't know, would I?" He drawled and rather enjoyed the shocked look on Snape's face before the potions teacher's face once again scrunched up in utter rage. Harry didn't even have time to yell out in pain when Snape slapped him hard across the cheek and then grabbed his chin to make Harry face him again, after having his face thrown to the side.
"I'm no fool, Potter," he spat and Harry felt sick to the stomach as Snape's spit once again landed on his face. "I know something changed," Snape said with a look of triumph on his face. "I know."
Harry blinked and refused to answer. Even if he did want to answer, it would probably prove itself to be impossible, since Snape was still gripping his chin. An inexplicable anger welled up inside of him as he stared into the black depth of Snape's eyes. God, how he hated this man. He wanted to hurt him... kill him! But the more Harry's yearning to hurt the other man grew, the weaker he felt, and as Snape's grip seemed to harden, he suddenly felt dizzy. Before he knew it, his vision went black.
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What's happening... where am I?
I sense... fear. How delicious... Someone is afraid of me.
Of me?
Harry snapped his eyes open and was about to get up from the chair, but realized with a cold start that he was no longer in control of his own body. And he wasn't sitting on the hard chair anymore. He was standing up, and even though Harry couldn't control his body, he could feel the dark energy that flowed through his veins. And he stared, through his own eyes, as Snape backed away from him, with large eyes filled with anger and fear.
"Don't think for a second that you will get away with this Potter!" He sneered, and Harry noticed that he was cradling his arm, and blood seeped though his pale fingers. Harry felt confused and rather panicked. Had he done that to Snape? Just a few seconds ago, he was sitting down and he didn't even have enough energy to open his mouth! What the hell was going on?! He wanted to ask Snape what was happening, but as he opened his mouth, other words than he intended to say came out.
"Oh, I believe you've seriously misunderstood. It's you who are getting punished, Snape."
And in that instance, Harry knew who that was. Someone had taken over his exhausted body, and now he knew exactly who it was. He would recognize that cold attitude and tone of voice anywhere. A wave of love and gratitude welled up in Harry, as he realized that Voldemort had taken him over, to protect him from the grim potions master. In Harry's weakened state, Snape would've easily been able to do whatever he pleased with the The Boy Who Lived. More importantly, Harry would probably not have enough time to steal the knife of Slytherin, if Voldermort hadn't helped him.
Thank you... Harry whispered and settled, calm and content with letting Voldemort handle the situation.
Snape stared at Harry, who at the moment was Voldemort, and swallowed hard. It made Harry smirk.
"Who are you?" Snape took another step back and grasped his arm tighter. "You're... not Potter, are you?"
Voldemort gave a cold chuckle and swayed Harry's wand in front of the pale face.
"And you're not quite as idiotic as you look, are you?" The chuckle died, and instead Voldemort gave the teacher a hard glare. "You betrayed me once, Severus. I will not let you harm me, or my property, again."
"Y-your property?" Snape hissed out, while his black eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. "Lord Voldemort? Is that you?" The last words were barely audible, and the look on Snape's face was one of utter horror. Voldemort blinked slowly, and didn't even bother to smirk.
"None other."
And with that, Voldemort lifted Harry's wand, while Harry himself lurked under the surface and watched with great satisfaction as Voldemort finally whispered the curse so many wizards and witches feared.
"Crucio."
The teacher cramped and jerked on the floor, and the pained scream that erupted from Snape's mouth was enough to make Harry's heart leap excitedly, and before he knew it he gasped and was suddenly in control of his limbs again. Shakingly, Harry sunk to the floor, panting and coughing. Snape lay on the floor, unmoving with the exception of his heavy breathing, and something that resembled sobbing. Harry gave his teacher a disgusted glance before getting up from the floor. He felt stronger now, as if he had taken a short nap to gather strength.
"Potter, you..." Snape panted, obviously still in pain. He gave Harry a shocked look, and Harry saw fear and panic in those eyes. Snape thought he was going to kill him. Oh, but Harry wasn't going to. No, he was going to let Snape live. Live in fear of Harry. The enjoyment Harry got out of it... the terrified, shocked look on Snape's face was like a drug.
"I do apologize, professor," Harry drawled with an amused smirk. "He doesn't like it when other people touch his stuff." And with that, Harry fixed his necktie, turned around and walked out of the dark room, leaving Snape alone in his terror. Harry heard a thud, and realized that Snape had passed out. He gave a silent chuckle and kept walking. He was in a hurry, and was definitely not in the mood of taking care of the unconscious teacher.
Now, where were Draco and Blaise?
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Harry was running now, because Draco and Blaise weren't where he had left them - where Hermione had claimed that he was a demon... which actually wasn't too far from the truth - and now he felt slightly panicked. The small amount of strength he had gathered was already starting to leave his body, and in a desperate attempt to save energy, Harry slowed down and settled with jogging.
However, just as he went past the library, he heard familiar voices and before he knew it a brown hand had already pulled him in. Harry noticed that no students were in the library except for them, and realized quickly that it must be late afternoon already. Blaise stared at him with something that resembled worry in his eyes.
"Are you alright?" He asked, and Harry nodded grumpily.
"I'm fine. Where did you guys run off to anyway?" He glared a little at Blaise who shrugged with an apologizing look on his dark face.
"Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but Hermione Granger is a rather talented witch, even though she happens to be a mudblood," Blaise said with a matter-of-fact voice. "So, combined with her brilliant mind and her current obvious madness, I'd say only a fool would interfere in a fight like that." Harry saw the logic, but still felt annoyed and somewhat betrayed. "Then Snape came along, saved the mudblood from that weird curse you cast, and then dragged off with you while looking as if he was about to kill you. Me and Draco do want to help you, but it'd be kinda stupid to get ourselves killed before we even had a chance to do that," Blaise explained, before Draco interrupted them by holding up a pale hand in front of Harry's face.
"How many fingers do you see?" Blaise glared a little at his boyfriend, and Draco shrugged with a face that said 'What?' Harry sighed.
"He didn't beat me up or anything," he said and gave Draco's hand an amused look. "So my eyesight is just as good as ever." Draco pursed his lips and lowered his hand.
"Are you sure? Cuz... well, your eyes are starting to look rather weird."
Harry's heart leaped upon hearing this. His eyes were starting to look weird? In what way? God, he wanted a mirror! Anyhow, Harry realized that time was seriously running out.
"We have to hurry," Harry said and exited the library, assuming that the Slytherins would follow. "We have to go steal the key now!" Draco and Blaise quickly caught up to him and together they marched to the headmaster's office, without anything that even resembled a plan.
As they arrived to the stairway that led to Dumbledore's office, Harry stopped, panting a bit from running through the long corridors. Blaise and Draco stopped as well and looked at Harry who was leaning on the wall while grasping at his heaving chest.
"We need... to think this through," Harry panted, and sunk to the floor. "Dumbledore's strong, and in my current state I won't even be able to cast an expelliarmus."
Blaise sat down next to him and patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry about that," he said and smirked at Draco then crossed his arms over his chest. "Dumbledore won't be able to stop us. I'll handle it." Harry quirked an eyebrow and snorted.
"Uh-huh, that's some great self-esteem you got there, but just out of curiosity; How the hell were you planning to do that? In case you didn't know, Dumbledore's one of the most powerful wizards in the world!"
Draco laughed softly which made Harry glare at him weakly. The blonde sat down as well.
"You should trust Blaise," Draco smirked. "Thanks to the vampire virus, Blaise is able to create a special dark energy that's similar to black magic. Honestly," Draco shot a look at Blaise. "We don't know if it'll work yet, but if we're fortunate, Blaise will be able to make Dumbledore temporarily blind."
Harry turned to Blaise with wide eyes.
"Is this true? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Blaise shrugged.
"We were about to tell you, but then that mudblood decided to attack you and then Snape came and... well, you get the drill."
Harry felt a small tinge of jealousy course through him and he frowned.
"I don't get it... My virus actually belongs in my body, but you always seem to know so much more than me. I haven't noticed any kind of improvement when I'm performing dark magic." Blaise got up from the floor and glanced towards the stairs before turning back to Harry.
"That's because our situations are so different from each other. Even though technically we have the same virus in our bodies, we're developing differently. You'll start to discover new abilities eventually, but right now your body has only just begun to develope into something that's not human." Blaise chuckled. "Besides, how much dark magic have you performed in your life, compared to me? My mother has taught me everything I need to know." Harry sighed in defeat and nodded, still feeling rather jealous of Blaise.
"Uh, guys... we should probably get going," Draco said and got up from the floor, looking slightly nervous.
Harry nodded and got up from the floor, while trying to suppress the waves of dizziness. His eyes were starting to hurt. Just as they were about to enter the stairway, they realized it was impossible.
"What the hell?" Blaise snarled frustrated. The stairs were almost two meters above the floor. The reason they hadn't noticed it before was probably because someone enchanted it with an illusion. Harry sighed with annoyance. His legs were already shaking from the exhaustion.
"Great. Just great!" He snarled and leaned on the wall again. "Now what?" If he had been a bit more energetic, he would've realized how irrational he was behaving. It was, after al,l he who needed their help to get inside of Dumbledore's office, and yet he acted as if he was the one getting dragged along. Blaise sighed and put his hand to the rough stone material of the wall.
"I dunno-"
"Shh!" Draco put his finger in front of his mouth and turned around. "I think someone's coming," he whispered. "We should hide!"
Blaise and Draco helped Harry to hide behind a big pillar, and then they waited. Soon they could hear hurried steps coming towards them. Soon they stopped, and when Harry finally peeked out, he saw that it was Professor McGonagall who had arrived and was now standing in front of the stairway. She looked a bit confused for a second, as if she couldn't remember the password. Harry smirked and turned to Blaise who smirked in return then nodded at him and raised his brown hand to be ready.
As McGonagall finally seemed to remember the password she raised her hand towards the stone stairs and opened her mouth.
"Chocolate Frog."
In the same second as the stairs started to lower itself to the floor, Blaise's hand shot out as he murmured something in a hissing language that resembled Parsel Tongue. Black lightening shot out from his hand and went straight to McGonagall's chest. The elderly teacher sunk to the floor with a small gasp. Harry smirked, pleased with Blaise's work.
"She's not dead, is she?" Harry asked as they went past the unconscious woman on the floor. Blaise shook his head.
"Nah, she'll come around in about three or four hours."
Harry stared at McGonagall for a second; her gray hair splayed out on the floor, her neat, elegant dress wrinkly and disorganized. A sharp sting of guilt burned in his chest, but he ignored it. Even though his heart was still that of a human's, and thus he could actually still feel for the poor creatures, he longed for Voldemort with every fiber of his being.
They ran as quietly as they could up the stairs, and when they finally stood outside Dumbledore's door, Harry felt sick and dizzy.
Blaise leaned in close to Harry and whispered, "I'll go inside and pretend that I want to talk to him about school work, and when I give the signal, it means that I have succeeded to cast the illusion spell upon him, and you can come in."
"What's the signal?" Harry asked and felt worried when he heard the tired tone in his own voice. His head hurt so much!
"When I say, ‘Your beard is so white,' then you'll know."
Harry scoffed, "What a weird signal."
"Yeah, well I don't have time to think of anything better," hissed Blaise and gestured for Draco and Harry to hide behind the door as Blaise opened it to step inside. "Professor Dumbledore, I would like to speak with you for a minute."
Harry heard the soft singing from Dumbledore's beautiful phoenix, and the faint murmur from the slumbering former headmasters on the walls.
"Oh? What about, Mr. Zabini?"
"U-uhm... Well, I just thought I'd... um..."
Harry felt like smacking his forehead. Blaise hadn't thought of anything to say yet! Idiot! What if Dumbledore saw through the act?
Blaise went silent for a few seconds and then said, with stronger voice, "Your beard is so white!"
Harry's heart leaped and he glanced to Draco, who also looked a bit annoyed with Blaise's current lack of intelligence and acting skills. Never the less, the blonde opened the door carefully and peeked inside before turning back to Harry, smirking.
"It's working," he said quietly. "We can go in now."
Draco opened the door, went in and Harry followed. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, politely looking at Blaise who was started to fidget as he remembered that he was supposed to say something. Harry stared at Dumbledore who obviously was completely oblivious of Draco's and Harry's presence. As he crept by the headmaster, Harry couldn't help but to wave his hand in front of Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore didn't even blink. Harry bit back a chuckle.
"I'm glad you're having fun, but shouldn't we look for the key now?" Draco raised an eyebrow to Harry. Harry nodded and started to look around for something that looked like a key.
"You think he's keeping it well hidden?" Draco asked. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know. I mean, he knows what I am, and I know that I've been acting a bit strangely, which means he might suspect something. If that's the case, then he's probably keeping it well hidden." Draco sighed and massaged his temple. "Then again," Harry continued. "That'd be a long shot for him, huh? He can't possibly know about Voldemort's plan, and besides, he doesn't know we're here so-" Harry stopped talking when he looked over at Draco.
Draco's gaze had stuck on something on Dumbledore's desk. The blonde smirked, walked to the desk and picked the object up while sniggering to himself.
"Well, that wasn't very hard." A small silver key with a black ribbon tied around it dangled from Draco's finger. "I'm almost disappointed." Harry stared at the key and barely noticed how the corners of his mouth went upwards.
"Mission accomplished then," Harry snickered and turned to Dumbledore. He looked at the white beard, the moon-shaped glasses and the kind eyes. Harry hated it all. He hated the fact that this kind man was the one who was trying to ruin his life. Not only had Dumbledore kept from Harry his true heritage, but he had also tricked Harry into believing that Voldemort was his enemy and that Harry should kill him, while in actuality Voldemort was the man Harry was destined to be with. Dumbledore knew all of this. He had deliberately tried to keep Harry from being who he was supposed to be. No wonder his whole life had been a fucking mess.
So Harry, who was now dizzy and even weaker than before, took one step towards Dumbledore, smirked and lifted his hand. Then he made a fist, and let the middle finger stand up. After the rude gesture, Harry felt more content and walked out of the room.
You've lost, old man. Just watch me.
Blaise, who had been stuttering about everything, from Defense Against the Dark Arts to 'What nice weather we have today,' saw that Harry and Draco left, and he quickly finished his conversation with the headmaster before exiting the room.
"That was a close one," Blaise panted while they were running away from Dumbledore's office as quickly as they could. Draco was supporting Harry, who was starting to see double.
"A close one?" Harry murmured. "Why's that?" Blaise wiped some sweat from his forehead.
"Hey, I may be a good wizard, but to pull out that much dark energy at once... I was about to faint! And I couldn't think of anything good to say. I thought for sure he was gonna see through it!"
They stopped as they finally reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Draco let Harry lean against a wall, and Harry immediately slid to the floor. Draco turned to Blaise and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"You did well," he said and gave Blaise another kiss and then turned to the gate. "Pureblooded."
The door was opened and the Slytherins went inside while Harry waited outside and tried to gather enough energy to stand up. The Slytherins soon came back, Draco carrying a small chest in his thin arms. He chuckled softly.
"Imagine... This chest has been in there for ages and yet no one knew what it was fo- Harry, are you okay?"
Harry sighed and nodded, even though he was far from it. He stood up on shaky legs and grasped at the wall behind him.
"I-I'm fine," he murmured. Then suddenly he felt a wet sensation on his cheek and he brought a hand to the side of his face. Was he crying? No. He stared at the tips of his fingers. They were covered in blood. Harry felt his throat contract at the smell and before he knew what he was doing, one of his fingers was already sliding against his tongue. The taste was spicy, metallic and oh-so delicious. Harry would've purred out of raw pleasure, but just then he realized he was acting like a drug-addict getting a fix for the first time in two weeks. He coughed a little and wiped the blood off on his robe.
"Sorry," he said stiffly and glared at Blaise's amused-fascinated look. "Let's just open the chest."
The Slytherins agreed and Draco brought out the key from his pocket. They sat down in a ring on the cold stone floor and put the chest in the middle. Draco brought the key to the lock and put it in. Then he turned it around and a small 'click' echoed through the corridor. Harry could feel how his heart started to pump faster. The short kick he had gotten from licking his own blood was rapidly going away and Harry was starting to feel drowsy again. But his eagerness to see the insides of the chest won over his fatigue. Blaise audibly swallowed and opened the chest with slightly shaking hands. He exhaled loudly when he saw what was inside and Draco smiled. The Slytherins turned the chest around, so that Harry could see what was in it.
Harry could've started crying when he saw it. The blade was pure silver; even an amateur could see that. The grip was dark, shimmering green with amazing silver and black details; leaves, magic symbols and elegant lines. Harry carefully picked the beautiful knife up and took a firm grip of the hilt. He gave a sad smile.
"It's beautiful." He turned to Draco and Blaise. "Thank you for helping me. I promise, I won't forget this." Harry gave Draco a look and the blonde smiled weakly back to him. "Now. I must leave. I have to do this alone. Just..." Harry sighed and stood up on wobbly legs, slightly staggering before managing to regain composure. "Keep your fingers crossed for me." And with those words, he walked away from the Slytherin boys. Blaise and Draco stared after him before glancing at each other. Draco smiled slightly to Blaise and took his boyfriends hand. They got up from the floor.
"Let's hope he succeeds," Blaise said before walking into the Slytherins common room, tightly gripping Draco's hand. Draco turned his head and watched as Harry walked around a corner.
"Yes. Let's hope he does."
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"Nagini!" Harry roared in Parsel Tongue. Where the hell was that damn snake?! If she didn't show up soon it'd be too late! Harry was getting weaker and weaker with each passing second. Now he was in the girls’ bathroom, where Moaning Myrtle was haunting the toilets with her whimpering cry. She wasn't there now, thankfully. Harry was sitting on the floor and resting his head against the cold wall. He was starting to panic, but he just didn't have enough energy to show it. He glanced at the knife in his hand. It was indeed very beautiful. He wondered what it would be like to slice his wrist up with that perfect silver blade.
Harry shuddered. He was scared. So afraid that he trembled and shook and even cried blood. The bloody tears hadn't stopped falling from his eyes, and the white floor was now stained with red dots. He blinked slowly and could hear how his breathing echoed in his head. It was getting bad. His eyes were completely black now. And not just the iris, no... the entire eye had gone black, and Harry was starting to see weird things. One second, the bathroom looked completely normal, and the other second it was black and purple and he thought he could see eyes looking at him from the corners...
"Nagini..." Harry whimpered desperately. "Come to me. NOW!!"
"Master."
More bloody tears fell from Harry's eyes as Nagini's hissing voice came from his left side. Though he didn't have the energy to look at her, he knew that she was there. She slithered to his feet and gave him a look of utter pity.
"I am sorry, Master. I could not find you. I was assuming that you'd be in the room where you sleep, but I was mistaken."
"Obviously."
Harry saw the small bottle the snake was wearing around her neck and he gave a tired smile. She was ready. Now all he had to do was his part of the plan. To almost kill himself. Fantastic.
"Master Harry?" Nagini cocked her head to the side. Harry blinked and scrambled the last of his energy to sit up and nod.
"Be ready... I-I don't want to die. If you screw this up, you'll be sorry." Nagini gave a hissed laughter, which sounded odd coming from a snake.
"I already know that much, sire. Master Tom had told me several times that if you die now, he will kill me as well."
Harry felt a warm sensation spread from his chest, and before he knew it, he was smiling. And with the last of his energy he raised the knife high, and held his wrist out. The he stabbed the wrist with a pained roar and watched as the crimson fluids gushed from the open wounds. He pulled the knife out, whimpering with pain and leaned back against the wall while waiting for his body to be emptied.
He was starting to feel cold. But he didn't freeze. It was more of a numbing sensation. It was as if he couldn't move, because all the remaining energy left him along with the blood. His clothes were wet with blood, and the white floor was now covered in redness. Harry could hear his own heartbeat slow down, and the world was falling into soft slow motion. And then something happened. Something amazing.
It was as if he was looking at his own ghost. Before him stood a spirit... it was pale and purple, and resembled a ghost and yet not. Harry noted that the ghost-like thing seemed to be stuck to Harry by his feet. And the ghost looked just like him. Even the scar on the forehead was present. The ghost had no expression on his face, he was just looking at Harry, who was still sitting on the floor feeling dazed and drugged and numb.
My soul?
Then Harry saw a small piece stuck to the sleeve of the ghost. It looked like a glove that had been sewn onto the fabric, but Harry wasn't sure, because, unlike the actual soul of Harry, the hand-like thing looked blurry and it was in a shade of blue, while Harry's soul was purple. Harry smiled to himself. It was the piece of Voldemort's soul...
He gestured for the soul to come closer, and the soul obliged, still without showing any signs of emotions in his face. Harry lifted the knife and grasped the hand of his soul.
"I hope this doesn't hurt." he murmured and cut the hand off. The soul's eyes widened a little, but he quickly went back to being emotionless. The hand didn't bleed, it just lay like cotton candy in Harry's hand. Then the blue, blurry hand of Voldemort’s soul broke free from the sleeve and went to replace the now missing, purple hand of Harry’s soul.
"Nagini..."
Nagini slithered quickly to Harry who put his soul’s purple hand in the bottle around her neck with trembling hands. His vision started to blur. How in the hell was that snake supposed to make it in time? Harry had no clue. And he didn't have the strength to think about it either.
"Please... hurry."
The snake slid away and Harry stared after her. He was dizzy, tired, hurting like hell, cold... he was drenched in his own blood. He could feel the sweat run down his face and mix with the bloody tears that had dried there. He glanced to his abused wrist. The wound disgusted him, so he turned his gaze away again. He wanted this to be over already. He would almost prefer death over this slow torture.
And he longed for Voldemort.
He imagined red eyes, broad shoulders and long, black hair. The longing in his chest turned into a miserable ache and before Harry knew it, he was sobbing. He slid down the wall until his whole body was resting on floor in a rather uncomfortable position. Sobs wracked through his body and his head hurt so much Harry thought he would throw up, even though he had nothing to throw up anymore.
And he was cold.
And numb.
Tom... Hurry up. I want to see you... I don't want to die...
His lids slid shut.
tbc.
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Stay alert, ok. And please; review ffs.
Again; I'm sorry for the long wait. I hope you liked this chapter.
*Yes, I know that this is not what it's like in the book, but hey - didn't I tell you that this is Harry Potter á la Ciiah?
I do own the plot of this fic and any characters that might become involved that are not from the book or anywhere else. Are we clear? Good.
a/n: God, I am SO sorry for the extreme delay. I know I haven't updated in like...uh, two months. Believe me, I have my reasons. It wasn't my intention to make you guys wait. I've said before that school is killing me, right? Well... just when I thought that the worst parts of my junior year were over, turns out the torture only just started. I've been to Germany to perform, I've had more tests than I can count, my homework's piling up, and on top of that, my teachers want me to start practicing a lot more with the flute and the piano, because apparently I'm so bloody talented, they want me to sing (opera for crying out loud!), dance, play the flute AND the piano at the classical concert in May! *pant pant*
I have never been so insanely busy in my entire life. Plus, the juniors in my high school have to do a special individual project. And, being the overly enthusiastic fool that I am, I chose to write a book. Yeah, a fantasy novel (gay ppl involved, of course.). Not that I mind, I have the plot in my head and as you all know, I do love to write. But as I'm sure you understand... I just don't have the time to update as often as I used to. And for that, I apologize. I wasn't prepared for the second semester of my junior year to be so stressful. God, I miss being a sophomore.
But hey - I'm not a quitter. And this is one of my personal favorite fics. ^^ So don't give up on me, ok? I will definitely finish this fic. I promise.
Okay, the usual warnings; yaoi (c'mon, you should know what that is by now), Dark!Harry, Dark Magic, Blood and Gore.
Here we (finally) go! Chapter nine.
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Harry swallowed nervously and threw a glimpse at Snape's whirling cloak as he tried to keep up with the teacher, who more or less ran through the large corridors. He had never truly feared Snape, and ever since the whole thing with Tom started, the small remains of Harry's fear for Snape had completely disappeared, probably due to Voldemort's deep hatred for the man.
But this time it was different. Very different. And Harry had no idea why it was so different, but he knew that it was. And something kept telling him that it had something to do with the curse; that new, strange curse that had just popped into his mind. Sectumsempra. Well, of course it had something to do with the curse, anyone would get punished for cursing another student, but Snape had looked furious when he had sucked the curse into his wand. As if Harry had been close to killing Hermione, which wouldn't surprise Harry too much.
He remembered exactly how scared he had felt as he shot off the curse at the brunette. In the very second he had said 'sectumsempra', he knew that it was a real bad curse.
And now Harry felt weak and terribly worn out. His body felt like it weighed twenty pounds more than usual and his head was pounding badly enough to make Harry rather dizzy. He managed to keep up with Snape though, and after about two minutes, they finally reached the potion master's room. Snape flung the door open and went in, obviously expecting Harry to follow him. When inside of the darkly lit room, Harry's narrowed eyes suddenly widened when sharp fingers cut into his arm and forced him to sit down on a hard chair. Snape's face was paler than usual, but with angry red spots here and there.
"Where did you learn that curse?!" The teacher hissed, obviously enraged, and Harry felt somewhat disgusted with how scared he felt, and also because he was involuntarily showered in Snape-spit. "Tell me where!" Snape shook his shoulders and if he was going mad. Harry groaned when the pounding in his head increased.
"I don't know!" He yelled, almost feeling panicked as the pain increased. "I don't know, it just came to me!" God, anything to make the insane man let go of him. Harry knew he should've come up with some sort of a lie, but he couldn't think of anything, and what the hell would he say? That he had found the curse in a book? Judging from Snape's reaction, the curse was obviously not something that students were supposed to know about, and therefore, not something that Harry could've snatched up in the school library, for instance.
The iron fingers slowly let go of Harry's sore arms, and the The Boy Who Lived quickly massaged the sore areas with his hands, more or less hugging himself, shaking and suddenly starting to feel oddly cold and clammy, as if he was coming down with a fever.
"You," Snape hissed and leaned in close to Harry who gave a disgusted frown. "... Lie!" Harry gave him a hateful glare, and for a second Snape looked sligthly taken aback, as if he saw something that scared him in the depths of Harry’s dark pools.
"I do not," Harry answered, trying his best to sound stoic and angry, but his voice was weak and shaky and Harry cursed mentally. "I swear, I don't know what happened."
"It just popped up in your head? Is that what you're saying?" Snape was starting to look rather mad, his black hair ruffled and his dark eyes wide open. "You think I'm an idiot?"
Before Harry could stop himself, he smirked and sniggered, despite the incredible pain in his head.
"Oh, I wouldn't know, would I?" He drawled and rather enjoyed the shocked look on Snape's face before the potions teacher's face once again scrunched up in utter rage. Harry didn't even have time to yell out in pain when Snape slapped him hard across the cheek and then grabbed his chin to make Harry face him again, after having his face thrown to the side.
"I'm no fool, Potter," he spat and Harry felt sick to the stomach as Snape's spit once again landed on his face. "I know something changed," Snape said with a look of triumph on his face. "I know."
Harry blinked and refused to answer. Even if he did want to answer, it would probably prove itself to be impossible, since Snape was still gripping his chin. An inexplicable anger welled up inside of him as he stared into the black depth of Snape's eyes. God, how he hated this man. He wanted to hurt him... kill him! But the more Harry's yearning to hurt the other man grew, the weaker he felt, and as Snape's grip seemed to harden, he suddenly felt dizzy. Before he knew it, his vision went black.
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What's happening... where am I?
I sense... fear. How delicious... Someone is afraid of me.
Of me?
Harry snapped his eyes open and was about to get up from the chair, but realized with a cold start that he was no longer in control of his own body. And he wasn't sitting on the hard chair anymore. He was standing up, and even though Harry couldn't control his body, he could feel the dark energy that flowed through his veins. And he stared, through his own eyes, as Snape backed away from him, with large eyes filled with anger and fear.
"Don't think for a second that you will get away with this Potter!" He sneered, and Harry noticed that he was cradling his arm, and blood seeped though his pale fingers. Harry felt confused and rather panicked. Had he done that to Snape? Just a few seconds ago, he was sitting down and he didn't even have enough energy to open his mouth! What the hell was going on?! He wanted to ask Snape what was happening, but as he opened his mouth, other words than he intended to say came out.
"Oh, I believe you've seriously misunderstood. It's you who are getting punished, Snape."
And in that instance, Harry knew who that was. Someone had taken over his exhausted body, and now he knew exactly who it was. He would recognize that cold attitude and tone of voice anywhere. A wave of love and gratitude welled up in Harry, as he realized that Voldemort had taken him over, to protect him from the grim potions master. In Harry's weakened state, Snape would've easily been able to do whatever he pleased with the The Boy Who Lived. More importantly, Harry would probably not have enough time to steal the knife of Slytherin, if Voldermort hadn't helped him.
Thank you... Harry whispered and settled, calm and content with letting Voldemort handle the situation.
Snape stared at Harry, who at the moment was Voldemort, and swallowed hard. It made Harry smirk.
"Who are you?" Snape took another step back and grasped his arm tighter. "You're... not Potter, are you?"
Voldemort gave a cold chuckle and swayed Harry's wand in front of the pale face.
"And you're not quite as idiotic as you look, are you?" The chuckle died, and instead Voldemort gave the teacher a hard glare. "You betrayed me once, Severus. I will not let you harm me, or my property, again."
"Y-your property?" Snape hissed out, while his black eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. "Lord Voldemort? Is that you?" The last words were barely audible, and the look on Snape's face was one of utter horror. Voldemort blinked slowly, and didn't even bother to smirk.
"None other."
And with that, Voldemort lifted Harry's wand, while Harry himself lurked under the surface and watched with great satisfaction as Voldemort finally whispered the curse so many wizards and witches feared.
"Crucio."
The teacher cramped and jerked on the floor, and the pained scream that erupted from Snape's mouth was enough to make Harry's heart leap excitedly, and before he knew it he gasped and was suddenly in control of his limbs again. Shakingly, Harry sunk to the floor, panting and coughing. Snape lay on the floor, unmoving with the exception of his heavy breathing, and something that resembled sobbing. Harry gave his teacher a disgusted glance before getting up from the floor. He felt stronger now, as if he had taken a short nap to gather strength.
"Potter, you..." Snape panted, obviously still in pain. He gave Harry a shocked look, and Harry saw fear and panic in those eyes. Snape thought he was going to kill him. Oh, but Harry wasn't going to. No, he was going to let Snape live. Live in fear of Harry. The enjoyment Harry got out of it... the terrified, shocked look on Snape's face was like a drug.
"I do apologize, professor," Harry drawled with an amused smirk. "He doesn't like it when other people touch his stuff." And with that, Harry fixed his necktie, turned around and walked out of the dark room, leaving Snape alone in his terror. Harry heard a thud, and realized that Snape had passed out. He gave a silent chuckle and kept walking. He was in a hurry, and was definitely not in the mood of taking care of the unconscious teacher.
Now, where were Draco and Blaise?
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Harry was running now, because Draco and Blaise weren't where he had left them - where Hermione had claimed that he was a demon... which actually wasn't too far from the truth - and now he felt slightly panicked. The small amount of strength he had gathered was already starting to leave his body, and in a desperate attempt to save energy, Harry slowed down and settled with jogging.
However, just as he went past the library, he heard familiar voices and before he knew it a brown hand had already pulled him in. Harry noticed that no students were in the library except for them, and realized quickly that it must be late afternoon already. Blaise stared at him with something that resembled worry in his eyes.
"Are you alright?" He asked, and Harry nodded grumpily.
"I'm fine. Where did you guys run off to anyway?" He glared a little at Blaise who shrugged with an apologizing look on his dark face.
"Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but Hermione Granger is a rather talented witch, even though she happens to be a mudblood," Blaise said with a matter-of-fact voice. "So, combined with her brilliant mind and her current obvious madness, I'd say only a fool would interfere in a fight like that." Harry saw the logic, but still felt annoyed and somewhat betrayed. "Then Snape came along, saved the mudblood from that weird curse you cast, and then dragged off with you while looking as if he was about to kill you. Me and Draco do want to help you, but it'd be kinda stupid to get ourselves killed before we even had a chance to do that," Blaise explained, before Draco interrupted them by holding up a pale hand in front of Harry's face.
"How many fingers do you see?" Blaise glared a little at his boyfriend, and Draco shrugged with a face that said 'What?' Harry sighed.
"He didn't beat me up or anything," he said and gave Draco's hand an amused look. "So my eyesight is just as good as ever." Draco pursed his lips and lowered his hand.
"Are you sure? Cuz... well, your eyes are starting to look rather weird."
Harry's heart leaped upon hearing this. His eyes were starting to look weird? In what way? God, he wanted a mirror! Anyhow, Harry realized that time was seriously running out.
"We have to hurry," Harry said and exited the library, assuming that the Slytherins would follow. "We have to go steal the key now!" Draco and Blaise quickly caught up to him and together they marched to the headmaster's office, without anything that even resembled a plan.
As they arrived to the stairway that led to Dumbledore's office, Harry stopped, panting a bit from running through the long corridors. Blaise and Draco stopped as well and looked at Harry who was leaning on the wall while grasping at his heaving chest.
"We need... to think this through," Harry panted, and sunk to the floor. "Dumbledore's strong, and in my current state I won't even be able to cast an expelliarmus."
Blaise sat down next to him and patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry about that," he said and smirked at Draco then crossed his arms over his chest. "Dumbledore won't be able to stop us. I'll handle it." Harry quirked an eyebrow and snorted.
"Uh-huh, that's some great self-esteem you got there, but just out of curiosity; How the hell were you planning to do that? In case you didn't know, Dumbledore's one of the most powerful wizards in the world!"
Draco laughed softly which made Harry glare at him weakly. The blonde sat down as well.
"You should trust Blaise," Draco smirked. "Thanks to the vampire virus, Blaise is able to create a special dark energy that's similar to black magic. Honestly," Draco shot a look at Blaise. "We don't know if it'll work yet, but if we're fortunate, Blaise will be able to make Dumbledore temporarily blind."
Harry turned to Blaise with wide eyes.
"Is this true? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Blaise shrugged.
"We were about to tell you, but then that mudblood decided to attack you and then Snape came and... well, you get the drill."
Harry felt a small tinge of jealousy course through him and he frowned.
"I don't get it... My virus actually belongs in my body, but you always seem to know so much more than me. I haven't noticed any kind of improvement when I'm performing dark magic." Blaise got up from the floor and glanced towards the stairs before turning back to Harry.
"That's because our situations are so different from each other. Even though technically we have the same virus in our bodies, we're developing differently. You'll start to discover new abilities eventually, but right now your body has only just begun to develope into something that's not human." Blaise chuckled. "Besides, how much dark magic have you performed in your life, compared to me? My mother has taught me everything I need to know." Harry sighed in defeat and nodded, still feeling rather jealous of Blaise.
"Uh, guys... we should probably get going," Draco said and got up from the floor, looking slightly nervous.
Harry nodded and got up from the floor, while trying to suppress the waves of dizziness. His eyes were starting to hurt. Just as they were about to enter the stairway, they realized it was impossible.
"What the hell?" Blaise snarled frustrated. The stairs were almost two meters above the floor. The reason they hadn't noticed it before was probably because someone enchanted it with an illusion. Harry sighed with annoyance. His legs were already shaking from the exhaustion.
"Great. Just great!" He snarled and leaned on the wall again. "Now what?" If he had been a bit more energetic, he would've realized how irrational he was behaving. It was, after al,l he who needed their help to get inside of Dumbledore's office, and yet he acted as if he was the one getting dragged along. Blaise sighed and put his hand to the rough stone material of the wall.
"I dunno-"
"Shh!" Draco put his finger in front of his mouth and turned around. "I think someone's coming," he whispered. "We should hide!"
Blaise and Draco helped Harry to hide behind a big pillar, and then they waited. Soon they could hear hurried steps coming towards them. Soon they stopped, and when Harry finally peeked out, he saw that it was Professor McGonagall who had arrived and was now standing in front of the stairway. She looked a bit confused for a second, as if she couldn't remember the password. Harry smirked and turned to Blaise who smirked in return then nodded at him and raised his brown hand to be ready.
As McGonagall finally seemed to remember the password she raised her hand towards the stone stairs and opened her mouth.
"Chocolate Frog."
In the same second as the stairs started to lower itself to the floor, Blaise's hand shot out as he murmured something in a hissing language that resembled Parsel Tongue. Black lightening shot out from his hand and went straight to McGonagall's chest. The elderly teacher sunk to the floor with a small gasp. Harry smirked, pleased with Blaise's work.
"She's not dead, is she?" Harry asked as they went past the unconscious woman on the floor. Blaise shook his head.
"Nah, she'll come around in about three or four hours."
Harry stared at McGonagall for a second; her gray hair splayed out on the floor, her neat, elegant dress wrinkly and disorganized. A sharp sting of guilt burned in his chest, but he ignored it. Even though his heart was still that of a human's, and thus he could actually still feel for the poor creatures, he longed for Voldemort with every fiber of his being.
They ran as quietly as they could up the stairs, and when they finally stood outside Dumbledore's door, Harry felt sick and dizzy.
Blaise leaned in close to Harry and whispered, "I'll go inside and pretend that I want to talk to him about school work, and when I give the signal, it means that I have succeeded to cast the illusion spell upon him, and you can come in."
"What's the signal?" Harry asked and felt worried when he heard the tired tone in his own voice. His head hurt so much!
"When I say, ‘Your beard is so white,' then you'll know."
Harry scoffed, "What a weird signal."
"Yeah, well I don't have time to think of anything better," hissed Blaise and gestured for Draco and Harry to hide behind the door as Blaise opened it to step inside. "Professor Dumbledore, I would like to speak with you for a minute."
Harry heard the soft singing from Dumbledore's beautiful phoenix, and the faint murmur from the slumbering former headmasters on the walls.
"Oh? What about, Mr. Zabini?"
"U-uhm... Well, I just thought I'd... um..."
Harry felt like smacking his forehead. Blaise hadn't thought of anything to say yet! Idiot! What if Dumbledore saw through the act?
Blaise went silent for a few seconds and then said, with stronger voice, "Your beard is so white!"
Harry's heart leaped and he glanced to Draco, who also looked a bit annoyed with Blaise's current lack of intelligence and acting skills. Never the less, the blonde opened the door carefully and peeked inside before turning back to Harry, smirking.
"It's working," he said quietly. "We can go in now."
Draco opened the door, went in and Harry followed. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, politely looking at Blaise who was started to fidget as he remembered that he was supposed to say something. Harry stared at Dumbledore who obviously was completely oblivious of Draco's and Harry's presence. As he crept by the headmaster, Harry couldn't help but to wave his hand in front of Dumbledore's face. Dumbledore didn't even blink. Harry bit back a chuckle.
"I'm glad you're having fun, but shouldn't we look for the key now?" Draco raised an eyebrow to Harry. Harry nodded and started to look around for something that looked like a key.
"You think he's keeping it well hidden?" Draco asked. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know. I mean, he knows what I am, and I know that I've been acting a bit strangely, which means he might suspect something. If that's the case, then he's probably keeping it well hidden." Draco sighed and massaged his temple. "Then again," Harry continued. "That'd be a long shot for him, huh? He can't possibly know about Voldemort's plan, and besides, he doesn't know we're here so-" Harry stopped talking when he looked over at Draco.
Draco's gaze had stuck on something on Dumbledore's desk. The blonde smirked, walked to the desk and picked the object up while sniggering to himself.
"Well, that wasn't very hard." A small silver key with a black ribbon tied around it dangled from Draco's finger. "I'm almost disappointed." Harry stared at the key and barely noticed how the corners of his mouth went upwards.
"Mission accomplished then," Harry snickered and turned to Dumbledore. He looked at the white beard, the moon-shaped glasses and the kind eyes. Harry hated it all. He hated the fact that this kind man was the one who was trying to ruin his life. Not only had Dumbledore kept from Harry his true heritage, but he had also tricked Harry into believing that Voldemort was his enemy and that Harry should kill him, while in actuality Voldemort was the man Harry was destined to be with. Dumbledore knew all of this. He had deliberately tried to keep Harry from being who he was supposed to be. No wonder his whole life had been a fucking mess.
So Harry, who was now dizzy and even weaker than before, took one step towards Dumbledore, smirked and lifted his hand. Then he made a fist, and let the middle finger stand up. After the rude gesture, Harry felt more content and walked out of the room.
You've lost, old man. Just watch me.
Blaise, who had been stuttering about everything, from Defense Against the Dark Arts to 'What nice weather we have today,' saw that Harry and Draco left, and he quickly finished his conversation with the headmaster before exiting the room.
"That was a close one," Blaise panted while they were running away from Dumbledore's office as quickly as they could. Draco was supporting Harry, who was starting to see double.
"A close one?" Harry murmured. "Why's that?" Blaise wiped some sweat from his forehead.
"Hey, I may be a good wizard, but to pull out that much dark energy at once... I was about to faint! And I couldn't think of anything good to say. I thought for sure he was gonna see through it!"
They stopped as they finally reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Draco let Harry lean against a wall, and Harry immediately slid to the floor. Draco turned to Blaise and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"You did well," he said and gave Blaise another kiss and then turned to the gate. "Pureblooded."
The door was opened and the Slytherins went inside while Harry waited outside and tried to gather enough energy to stand up. The Slytherins soon came back, Draco carrying a small chest in his thin arms. He chuckled softly.
"Imagine... This chest has been in there for ages and yet no one knew what it was fo- Harry, are you okay?"
Harry sighed and nodded, even though he was far from it. He stood up on shaky legs and grasped at the wall behind him.
"I-I'm fine," he murmured. Then suddenly he felt a wet sensation on his cheek and he brought a hand to the side of his face. Was he crying? No. He stared at the tips of his fingers. They were covered in blood. Harry felt his throat contract at the smell and before he knew what he was doing, one of his fingers was already sliding against his tongue. The taste was spicy, metallic and oh-so delicious. Harry would've purred out of raw pleasure, but just then he realized he was acting like a drug-addict getting a fix for the first time in two weeks. He coughed a little and wiped the blood off on his robe.
"Sorry," he said stiffly and glared at Blaise's amused-fascinated look. "Let's just open the chest."
The Slytherins agreed and Draco brought out the key from his pocket. They sat down in a ring on the cold stone floor and put the chest in the middle. Draco brought the key to the lock and put it in. Then he turned it around and a small 'click' echoed through the corridor. Harry could feel how his heart started to pump faster. The short kick he had gotten from licking his own blood was rapidly going away and Harry was starting to feel drowsy again. But his eagerness to see the insides of the chest won over his fatigue. Blaise audibly swallowed and opened the chest with slightly shaking hands. He exhaled loudly when he saw what was inside and Draco smiled. The Slytherins turned the chest around, so that Harry could see what was in it.
Harry could've started crying when he saw it. The blade was pure silver; even an amateur could see that. The grip was dark, shimmering green with amazing silver and black details; leaves, magic symbols and elegant lines. Harry carefully picked the beautiful knife up and took a firm grip of the hilt. He gave a sad smile.
"It's beautiful." He turned to Draco and Blaise. "Thank you for helping me. I promise, I won't forget this." Harry gave Draco a look and the blonde smiled weakly back to him. "Now. I must leave. I have to do this alone. Just..." Harry sighed and stood up on wobbly legs, slightly staggering before managing to regain composure. "Keep your fingers crossed for me." And with those words, he walked away from the Slytherin boys. Blaise and Draco stared after him before glancing at each other. Draco smiled slightly to Blaise and took his boyfriends hand. They got up from the floor.
"Let's hope he succeeds," Blaise said before walking into the Slytherins common room, tightly gripping Draco's hand. Draco turned his head and watched as Harry walked around a corner.
"Yes. Let's hope he does."
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"Nagini!" Harry roared in Parsel Tongue. Where the hell was that damn snake?! If she didn't show up soon it'd be too late! Harry was getting weaker and weaker with each passing second. Now he was in the girls’ bathroom, where Moaning Myrtle was haunting the toilets with her whimpering cry. She wasn't there now, thankfully. Harry was sitting on the floor and resting his head against the cold wall. He was starting to panic, but he just didn't have enough energy to show it. He glanced at the knife in his hand. It was indeed very beautiful. He wondered what it would be like to slice his wrist up with that perfect silver blade.
Harry shuddered. He was scared. So afraid that he trembled and shook and even cried blood. The bloody tears hadn't stopped falling from his eyes, and the white floor was now stained with red dots. He blinked slowly and could hear how his breathing echoed in his head. It was getting bad. His eyes were completely black now. And not just the iris, no... the entire eye had gone black, and Harry was starting to see weird things. One second, the bathroom looked completely normal, and the other second it was black and purple and he thought he could see eyes looking at him from the corners...
"Nagini..." Harry whimpered desperately. "Come to me. NOW!!"
"Master."
More bloody tears fell from Harry's eyes as Nagini's hissing voice came from his left side. Though he didn't have the energy to look at her, he knew that she was there. She slithered to his feet and gave him a look of utter pity.
"I am sorry, Master. I could not find you. I was assuming that you'd be in the room where you sleep, but I was mistaken."
"Obviously."
Harry saw the small bottle the snake was wearing around her neck and he gave a tired smile. She was ready. Now all he had to do was his part of the plan. To almost kill himself. Fantastic.
"Master Harry?" Nagini cocked her head to the side. Harry blinked and scrambled the last of his energy to sit up and nod.
"Be ready... I-I don't want to die. If you screw this up, you'll be sorry." Nagini gave a hissed laughter, which sounded odd coming from a snake.
"I already know that much, sire. Master Tom had told me several times that if you die now, he will kill me as well."
Harry felt a warm sensation spread from his chest, and before he knew it, he was smiling. And with the last of his energy he raised the knife high, and held his wrist out. The he stabbed the wrist with a pained roar and watched as the crimson fluids gushed from the open wounds. He pulled the knife out, whimpering with pain and leaned back against the wall while waiting for his body to be emptied.
He was starting to feel cold. But he didn't freeze. It was more of a numbing sensation. It was as if he couldn't move, because all the remaining energy left him along with the blood. His clothes were wet with blood, and the white floor was now covered in redness. Harry could hear his own heartbeat slow down, and the world was falling into soft slow motion. And then something happened. Something amazing.
It was as if he was looking at his own ghost. Before him stood a spirit... it was pale and purple, and resembled a ghost and yet not. Harry noted that the ghost-like thing seemed to be stuck to Harry by his feet. And the ghost looked just like him. Even the scar on the forehead was present. The ghost had no expression on his face, he was just looking at Harry, who was still sitting on the floor feeling dazed and drugged and numb.
My soul?
Then Harry saw a small piece stuck to the sleeve of the ghost. It looked like a glove that had been sewn onto the fabric, but Harry wasn't sure, because, unlike the actual soul of Harry, the hand-like thing looked blurry and it was in a shade of blue, while Harry's soul was purple. Harry smiled to himself. It was the piece of Voldemort's soul...
He gestured for the soul to come closer, and the soul obliged, still without showing any signs of emotions in his face. Harry lifted the knife and grasped the hand of his soul.
"I hope this doesn't hurt." he murmured and cut the hand off. The soul's eyes widened a little, but he quickly went back to being emotionless. The hand didn't bleed, it just lay like cotton candy in Harry's hand. Then the blue, blurry hand of Voldemort’s soul broke free from the sleeve and went to replace the now missing, purple hand of Harry’s soul.
"Nagini..."
Nagini slithered quickly to Harry who put his soul’s purple hand in the bottle around her neck with trembling hands. His vision started to blur. How in the hell was that snake supposed to make it in time? Harry had no clue. And he didn't have the strength to think about it either.
"Please... hurry."
The snake slid away and Harry stared after her. He was dizzy, tired, hurting like hell, cold... he was drenched in his own blood. He could feel the sweat run down his face and mix with the bloody tears that had dried there. He glanced to his abused wrist. The wound disgusted him, so he turned his gaze away again. He wanted this to be over already. He would almost prefer death over this slow torture.
And he longed for Voldemort.
He imagined red eyes, broad shoulders and long, black hair. The longing in his chest turned into a miserable ache and before Harry knew it, he was sobbing. He slid down the wall until his whole body was resting on floor in a rather uncomfortable position. Sobs wracked through his body and his head hurt so much Harry thought he would throw up, even though he had nothing to throw up anymore.
And he was cold.
And numb.
Tom... Hurry up. I want to see you... I don't want to die...
His lids slid shut.
tbc.
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Again; I'm sorry for the long wait. I hope you liked this chapter.
*Yes, I know that this is not what it's like in the book, but hey - didn't I tell you that this is Harry Potter á la Ciiah?