Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Possess me ❯ chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I don't own Harry Potter. Obviously.

I own the plot of this fic, and if you try to steal it or copy certain parts of it to use in your fics, it's against the law, and I'll see to that your account is erased.

a/n: Sorry for being late again... I know you've heard it before, but school really is a pain in the arse these days. Finals, tests and such... it's killing me. I'm almost failing my history class. -_-' Yare yare.
Oh, and some of you ppl mentioned it before; yes, I meant the AstroNomy tower, not AstroLogy. My mistake. I honestly thought it was astrology, since astrology is the older, less logic version of astronomy, where they believed that Mars and Jupiter were controlling anger and Venus was controlling love and all that. So... yeah. Again, sorry about that.

Warnings; Yaoi (slash, or whatever you ppl call it; Gay sex.), Dark!Harry, violence, dark magic, ooc-ness, etc...
Chapter eleven.
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"Mphf.... Stupid sun..." Harry groaned and turned on his side to avoid the sunbeams that made everything look orange inside Harry's closed lids. He sighed contently as he stretched his legs out before snuggling his pillow, trying to fall asleep again. The bed was warm and soft and Harry hadn't slept that well for ages, so he stubbornly refused to wake up even though the sun was up.

Wait a minute... the sun was up?

Harry's tired eyes snapped open and stared into the white fabric screen next to his bed. How long had he been asleep? Well, he was still alive, so it couldn't have been too long. He sat up in the bed and scratched his head. It took him almost three seconds to remember the previous night and his heart made a strange leap. He put a trembling hand on his chest, as if to calm his racing heart a bit. His eyes were wide and he could feel how his lips formed a wide smile on his face.

Tonight was the night! It would finally happen! He would finally be able to be with Tom! To touch him, to kiss him, to do... other stuff.

Harry blushed and had to bite his lip to not squeal like a lovesick teenage girl. Even though he didn't exactly enjoy the sensation of sunbeams frying his neck, the sun certainly made him feel happy.

But as soon as the happiness had come, it was replaced with biting coldness. There was still a huge problem; Dumbledore.

Harry let his eyes sweep over the room, as if he suspected Dumbledore was lurking in a corner somewhere, about to make a move. However, the room was empty, save for Madame Pomfrey and two other students who were currently sleeping. It was probably still pretty early. That was good. That meant Harry had the entire day to plan his escape.

"Oh goodness, boy! You're awake", the old nurse chirped as she tripped up to him and grasped his wrist while glancing at the magical clock around her own wrist. "And you seem to be doing fine... I was quite worried since you were talking in your sleep last night. You seemed quite distressed."

Harry's heart took a giant leap and he stared hard at Madame Pomfrey who flinched a little at his glowing gaze. He had been talking in his sleep? That certainly wasn't like him!

"What did I say?" Harry asked as calmly as he could, which was easier said than done! For all he knew, he could've said anything! He could've given away the entire plan! However, the elderly nurse just pursed her lips a little.

"Well, it was rather bizarre really... You see, you had been sleeping for almost five hours, but suddenly you sat up in your bed and seemed frightened. Then you started to speak. As if you were talking to someone who wasn't there. I wasn't very close, so I couldn't hear what you were saying... Something about 'Tom', but that's all. You see, it could be dangerous to wake someone who is talking or walking in his sleep. So I let you be. I thought you were having a nightmare."

Harry sighed with relief, even though he clearly understood how close Madam Pomfrey had been to finding out about Tom and Harry. The old nurse had simply witnessed the conversation he and Tom had had the previous night, and since she couldn't see Tom, who was under a spell, she assumed that Harry was talking in his sleep. Thank God.

"Oh... I see", Harry murmured and rubbed his tired eyes. "Well, I have been feeling a bit stressed lately."

"No need to tell me, boy", the nurse said and glanced towards Harry's scarred wrist. "Doesn't matter now... I just hope you'll feel better soon." She gave him a kind smile before tripping off to some other injured student. Harry stared after her as she left. Then he leaned back into his soft pillows and averted his gaze to the roof. Now what?

Madame Pomfrey would presumably watch over him like a hawk. And since it was morning, the school corridors would soon be filled with both student and teachers. There was no way Harry could get to the astronomy tower without being caught. At least not at this hour, right?

Harry sighed with annoyance. He understood what Voldemort had meant now, about it being too troublesome for him and his vampire friend to break into the hospital wing. There were teachers everywhere, all the time. And since most of the teachers probably knew what had happened to Harry; that he had 'tried to kill himself', everyone would keep a close eye on him. And Harry was still weak from being emptied on blood. He could feel the vampire blood in his veins, but as long as the vampire virus wasn't activated, nothing would happen. He couldn't even use magic properly anymore, which actually freaked him out a little. He didn't even know where his wand was!

Harry pouted a bit and desperately tried to figure something out. He had to come up with a real master plan, so that he could get out of the hospital wing without Madame Pomfrey butting in, past all those school corridors without being stopped by teachers and then climb all of those stairs up the astronomy tower. Fantastic. Not to mention, Dumbledore was probably watched his every move.

Anger made Harry's heart speed up and he had a sudden inner vision of Dumbledore blowing up while Harry was laughing evilly in the background. Harry held that thought for a little while, just for sheer pleasure. Oh, he could almost hear the pleas of forgiveness, and see the pained tears trickling down into Dumbledore's thick beard...but Harry wouldn't budge. Oh no, he wouldn't budge...and Harry raised his wand to Dumbledore's clammy forehead, smirked and said-

"Mr Potter, you have a visitor", Madam Pomfrey said and interrupted Harry’s oh-so pleasurable daydream. Harry sighed and glared towards the person who was standing by his feet. His angry frown was quickly replaced with surprise.

"Blaise?"

Madame Pomfrey gave Blaise a dirty glance. The nurse had never been particularly fond of the Slytherins, and since she had witnessed the fight between Draco and McGonagall, Harry reckoned she didn't really want to leave Harry alone with Blaise. But Harry gave her a cold stare, making it clear that he wanted her to leave.

"What... what is happening?" Harry asked, bemused at the sad expression on Blaise's face.

"Draco... and I... We, uh..." Blaise swallowed and looked away. Harry stared intensively at him.
"You what?"

"We're expelled from Hogwarts. We're leaving tonight."

The boys were silent for a few minutes. Harry stared at Blaise who had a bitter look on his face. His ice-blue eyes were glowing angrily.

"I am sorry. I don't know what to say", Harry murmured, feeling sick with guilt. Guilt was a feeling he wasn't altogether familiar with, after weeks of being almost completely emotionless. He had gotten used to his dark state of mind where he didn't care about anything or anyone. It was easier, and it didn’t hurt so much. Lately though, he had started to feel sorry for people and he had started to dread the feeling of never being able to see them again after tonight. Was it because of the vampire blood? That didn't make sense. Then again, who ever said vampires didn't have emotions?

"You look confused", Blaise mused and gestured towards the hand that Harry subconsciously used to massage his chest. "Are you still in pain?"

"A different kind of pain", Harry whispered darkly and suddenly hated the sun that made his skin boil. He threw the window a disgusted glance. "My chest hurts... And I can't remember why."

Blaise gave a sad smile and sat down on the bed, next to Harry’s feet.

"Don't worry... You're starting to feel again."

"Excuse me?" Harry gave the Slytherin a confused look and quirked his eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" Blaise laughed softly.

"You probably never noticed. They never do. I wouldn't have noticed unless my mom had told me about it."

"What are you talking about?"

Blaise sighed and turned his face towards the sun. His brown skin glowered in the light, but Blaise didn't smile. His eyes were wide open, and the sun made them glimmer with tears.

"During the weeks of... acknowledgement between your body and your virus. The 'vampiric puberty', or whatever you prefer to call it, the human soul is transformed into something... less human. Your spirit isolates your emotions; stuffs them away for a few weeks. To leave room for the transformation and the new darkness that belongs inside of you. You're not feeling anything during those weeks. You're as inhuman as possible."

"Inhuman...?" The room suddenly seemed darker, and Harry realized that the sun was hidden behind a big cloud. No wonder Harry had been acting so hatefully towards Ron and Hermione lately. Blaise averted his gaze from the window and smirked at Harry.

"No matter what people say, they can't deny it; humans and vampires are related. But during those weeks of transformation, you're as inhuman as you'll ever be. When it's over, when the virus is ready to be activated... your emotions come back to you. It's up to you how to handle it."

"What are you-"

Harry silenced as Madame Pomfrey walked past his bed towards the door. Blaise looked after her, and when she had left, Blaise continued.

"It's kinda like my duty to tell you about this. I'm not trying to be some kind of a 'master' to you or something. It's just a part of our culture. And this is your last lesson from me."

"Blaise...?"

"Your feelings have returned. You're ready to be transformed at any time now, and I can smell the vampire blood in you. It's up to you how you choose to handle the human emotions."

And with that, Blaise stood up from the bed.

"I have to go now. You'll understand eventually, so don't give me that stupid look", Blaise scoffed at Harry's confused frown but quickly turned dead serious. "Harry... Draco's parents aren't very pleased with this. He didn't even get to finish his fifth year. They're definitely gonna punish him. My mom isn't exactly thrilled either. Don't forget about that, Potter. This is my last gift." Blaise smirked and reached out his hand to Harry who took it and shook it, a broad smile forming on his face. Blaise sniggered and nodded before turning around and walking away.

"You owe us."

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Harry stared at the object in his hand. A smirk formed on his face. God, Blaise was brilliant. He must've known that Harry was incapable of preforming magic. That handshake had been more than a handshake. Blaise had snuck something to Harry. A small bag with powder in it. Probably magic powder. Unfortunately, Harry had no idea what it was or how it was to be used. But he was fairly certain it was going to help him get out of the hospital wing.

It had been a few hours since Blaise had left, but Harry still had no idea how to use the powder. And since Madame Pomfrey was glancing his way every other second, there was now way Harry could experiment with the strange powder to see how it could be used.

He brought the bag to his nose and inhaled carefully before instantly pulling back. What a strange smell! Like a mixture of sweet and salt. And the color... It shifted between beige and green. Harry cocked his head to side while staring at the bag in his hand. Couldn't Blaise have left a note to explain what the hell he was supposed to do with the powder? Maybe the Slytherin’s assumed that Harry would know what it was? Harry sighed with frustration. On top of his fatigue and the constant headache, he now felt like an idiot.

"Damn clever Slytherin boy... assuming things all the time..." Harry muttered darkly to himself and didn't notice the shadow that suddenly appeared on his blanket.

"H-Harry..?"

Harry flinched and tried to hide the bag of powder behind his back, even though the person in front of him most likely had already seen it. He looked up and met the teary eyes of Hermione Granger.

"Hermione..."

The room was dead silent for a few seconds, except for Madame Pomfrey's distant instructions to a student who had some kind of illness. Harry knew that Hermione was feeling extremely bad for what happened a few days ago. To be honest, he didn't really care about how guilty she felt, even though he still held affection for his friend. And now she came to bother him right in the middle of Harry's desperation. How many hours did Harry have left? Ten? Nine?

Hermione didn't seem to notice Harry's inner panic, and she inched closer to the bed. She didn't take a seat though, and Harry guessed that she assumed that Harry was angry with her. Well, that was partially true.

"I just... came to see how you were doing", Hermione murmured timidly. She didn't look at Harry, but kept her eyes on her feet. Harry sighed.

"I'm fine", he answered curtly. Hermione nodded shakily and sighed.

"I just want you to know... that I'm sorry."

Harry stared at the girl as big tears started to roll down her cheeks. He mentally rolled his eyes at this. He didn't do or say anything to prevent the girl from crying. At the moment, Hermione was nothing but an annoyance, and this time, Harry was sure it had nothing to do with lack of emotions.

"It's fine", Harry muttered and tried to make her understand that he wanted to be left alone. "Really, I'm fine so-"

"It's not fine!" Hermione exclaimed and suddenly kneeled before Harry's bed, which caused Harry to flinch with surprise and his eyes widened. The girl was really pleading. "I am sorry for calling you a demon!" She sobbed and buried her damp face in Harry's mattress. "But you were acting so strangely... I missed the old Harry. He was my friend. And the new you seems to hate me. I refused to believe that you were actually Harry. I didn't want you to be Harry!" Her voice was muffled since she was pressing her face rather firmly into Harry's sheets. "Please forgive me. I'd do anything... if you would just forgive me."

Harry looked emotionlessly at the sobbing girl. He didn't have time for this. He had to figure out what the powder was.

Harry blinked. He glanced at the powder and then at Hermione. And then he smirked.

"Hermione..." He put a hand on top of her head. She flinched and snapped her head up.

"Yes?"

"There is something you can do."

Even though Harry wasn't as fond of Hermione as he used to be, he hadn't forgotten her personality, or her brilliant brains. She, if anybody, should be able to tell him what the powder was and how it could be used. He showed the bag to Hermione who blinked away the tears in her eyes. She stared at the powder for a few seconds before meeting Harry's gaze. She looked shocked.

"Harry, where on earth did you get a hold of this?"

Harry could barely contain a yell of triumph. She had recognized it!

"Do you know what it is?" He asked, sounding a bit too excited for his own liking. Hermione might see through the act. He was supposed to be confused, sad and hurt. Not excited and expectant. The girl nodded while biting her lip. She gave the powder a careful look.

"Yes, of course", she said, returning to her old, self-confident self much to Harry's relief. He didn't like it when she cried. "It's slumber-powder. It's said to be the powder that Sandman uses when he makes the muggles fall asleep. It's just a nickname though. The Sandman doesn't exist, but it makes muggles fall asleep if they breathe it in... but it's not the same for people with magic blood."

"So what happens if a wizard breathes it?" Harry asked, once again sounding way too exhilarated. Hermione gave him a look before continuing with a slight frown.

"The wizard loses all of his magical power for a few hours. It's the same for witches of course."

"Even someone as powerful as... let's say, Dumbledore?" Harry asked innocently. Hermione nodded, and Harry couldn't keep the smirk away any longer. "Thank you Hermione. You've been very helpful to me."

"Harry, where did you get the powder?" Hermione asked, sounding suspicious. The smirk on Harry's lips made her back away a few steps. "What are you planning to do?"

"You'll see..."

"Miss Granger", Madame Pomfrey gave the girl a stern look. "I don't remember giving you permission to visit Mr. Potter. Off you go! Mr. Potter needs to rest."

Hermione looked as if she was about to say something, but the older woman wouldn't listen as she shooed Hermione away from Harry's bed. Harry waved at Hermione as she gave him one last desperate look before being thrown out of the room. Harry sniggered to himself. Blaise was brilliant!

Now, all he had to do was to wait for the right moment...

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Harr y was growing very impatient. It was already evening! Where was Dumbledore? In fact, except for Madame Pomfrey, no one had come to visit him since Hermione's last visit. Maybe Dumbledore had something to do with it? Or what if Hermione had told the old geezer about Harry's slumber-powder? That could ruin everything!

"Fuck." Harry was biting the nail of his thumb worriedly. The sky was darkening outside his window and Harry savored the coolness that exchanged with the burning sun that Harry had desperately tried to escape all day by hiding under his blankets. Madame Pomfrey walked up to his bed and put her hand on his forehead while looking at Harry's glaring face with a judging expression.

"You still have a bit of a fever, don't you?" She tsk'd and wrote something down on a piece of paper. Then she put a thin object on Harry's desk.

"Your wand, Mr. Potter. It was found in the girl's bathroom, but I don't recommend using it until you feel a bit better." Harry nodded and she left him, obviously pleased with his obedient behavior.

Harry turned to look at his beloved wand that was now placed on his nightstand. He reached out to grab it. The wood felt cool in his hand. After several days without using magic, it almost felt strange to hold the piece of wood in his hand. Did he even remember how to perform magic? Harry took a more firm grip of the wand and grinned.

Of course he did! He could feel his strength return to him, even though he was still very weak. If he had to, he could probably perform one single Expelliarmus. That was more than nothing. And he had the slumber powder...

Harry let his dark green eyes sweep over the room. He smirked as he realized that apart from himself, there were still only two other students in the hospital wing, and they were both sound asleep. If it wasn't for the damn nurse, Harry could just leave the hospital wing, but since she was there, Harry couldn't try to run away. It'd cause too much ruckus, and Tom had strictly told him not to draw attention to himself. If there just was a way for Harry to put Madame Pomfrey out... But he couldn't use magic too much, and even if he used the slumber-powder on her, she could still scream for help.

"Mr Potter", said Madame Pomfrey and interrupted Harry's frantic thinking. He gave her the usual dark glare. She was carrying a small cup that, as usual, smelled like vomit. "Please drink this. You do need your sleep, and this will help..." She went silent as Harry glared even harder at her.

"I've told you so many times, I don't want to sl-"

Harry went quiet and stared at the small cup in her hand. He smirked inwardly as an idea started to take form. This would work.

He sighed and massaged his forehead before giving the elderly nurse an apologetic smile. He took the cup from her hand.

"I'll drink it... But first... Come a bit closer", he whispered and pretended to be exhausted. While Madame Pomfrey took a seat on his bedside and leaned closer to be able to hear what 'the tired Harry' had to say, Harry took out he bag of slumber powder from under his pillow. Without any warning, he took some of the powder in his fingers and threw it on the surprised nurse who gave a small yelp and stood up from Harry's bed while furiously wiping her face. She started to sag as the magic left her body.

"H-Harry... Mr. Potter, what are you..?"

Harry gave her an amused look as her legs gave out from the shock of being drained on magic. She was panting and looked as if she was in pain. Harry grabbed her hair by the neck and turned her head so that she faced him. Then he took the cup she had given him and put it to her lips. Her eyes widened dramatically as Harry forced the liquid into her mouth. Harry watched with satisfaction as her throat swallowed jerkily. He made her drink the entire cup, and when he finally released her hair, she was already starting to fall asleep.

Harry stared at the sleeping woman for a few seconds. Then he sniggered, grabbed his wand and got up from the bed. He absolutely hated the white hospital gown he wore, but there was no time to think about finding other clothes. Harry rushed towards the door.

"So it finally happened. I won't lie to you Harry", the voice said and Harry turned around, with a pounding heart. He knew that voice. "I was really hoping you wouldn't go through with it."

One of the students that Harry had thought was sleeping was giving him a stern look. The boy looked pretty young but the voice that came out of the mouth sounded much older. Harry watched as the young body grew and changed into the body of an old man. Dumbledore was staring coldly at him. Harry took a step backwards and glared fiercely at the older man.

"Piss off", Harry sneered, and somehow made a sound like when a cat hisses with anger. "I won't let you stop me any more! You ruined my entire life, you fucktard!" Dumbledore snickered and fueled Harry's anger.

"Such foul language, Harry. You don't understand anything, do you? I saved you from yourself, Harry. Vampires are evil creatures."

"So you intended to make me live as a human, even though I was meant to be a vampire? How stupid are you?!" Harry yelled and he could feel how his body started to tremble from the rage. "It doesn't matter if you forced me to grow up in a human family, and it doesn't matter if you tell me that I am a human, because the blood that flows in my veins is vampiric! It's not my nature!"

"Harry-"

"No! It's you who doesn't understand. I am evil. I want to become a vampire. And guess what, I was meant to be. So how about you get out of my way, and no one gets hurt."

"Think about your friends, Harry. Think about the people that love you."

Harry laughed.

"My friends? I can barely stand them any more! They're naïve, sun-loving wimps!" He was lying. He did care about the people he would have to leave behind. But he couldn't let Dumbledore know that. He gave the headmaster a dark glare. "And what about the people that love me? Tom loves me, and right now, that's all that matters. You lied to me. My entire life has been a lie because of you bastards, so don't think for a minute that you'll be able to change my mind!"

Dumbledore gave him a cold look. Then he finally raised his wand towards Harry who pressed himself against the door behind his back. He could feel the knob press into his spine.

"Seems I have no choice, Harry. I am truly sorry."

"So you'd rather have me dead than turned into a vampire?" Harry whispered, terrified and once again angry with himself for not thinking the situation through. Dumbledore blinked slowly.

"But of course. I protect mankind, Harry. Vampires are evil creatures. Very evil creatures."

Harry swallowed nervously and stared at the wand in Dumbledore's hand. Slowly, he raised his own wand. Dumbledore gave a confused laugh.

"I know for a fact that you're unable to perform magic, Harry. Your body is still too weak. I am sorry, but your journey ends here. Sometimes, you're just unable to see what's to come in life, Harry-"

"EXPELLIARMUS!!" Harry roared in the middle of Dumbledore's speech and even though it wasn't as strong as it used to be, Harry's spell made Dumbledore's wand fly out of the old man's hand. The headmaster had a shocked look on his face. Harry smirked.

"Didn't see that one coming, did you?" He grabbed a fist full of slumber-powder and threw it on Dumbledore who tried to cover his nose and mouth, but was unsuccessful. Harry had been too quick for him. Dumbledore's legs gave out, and the old man was suddenly nothing but an old man. Without magic flowing through his system, Dumbledore looked tired and old and exhausted. Harry gave him a disgusted look.

"Do you think that this will stop me, Harry?" Dumbledore smirked. "I can still hunt you down before you reach the astronomy tower. My body will soon regain it’s strength."

Harry smiled and turned around to open the door.

"Maybe so", he said and smirked at the headmaster on the floor. "But I bet this is gonna give me some extra time." He turned around once more to walk out of the room when Dumbeldore's voice once again reached him.

"Do you really think that Tom Riddle loves you? Huh? How naïve, Harry! What a sick, disgusting love it is! You must be out of your mind, boy. Do you really think that Voldemort loves you? That person who killed your parents loves you?"

Harry didn't turn around to face the man.

"Yes. I do," he murmured. "And I love him too. And besides, I know for a fact that he wasn't the one who killed them." He finally turned around and gave the exhausted wizard an ice-cold look. "It was you."

Dumbledore stared at him with shocked eyes. For a few seconds, the old man didn't seem to know what to say. Then he finally parted his trembling lips again.

"YOU FOOL! He's just trying to trick you! That's all there is to it! I know that! I know it! Harry, Harry, listen to me... Don't go! What kind of life will the two of you be able to live? Huh?"

Harry turned his back to Dumbledore and gave a whispered;

"I hope you die, Albus."

He left the room and started to walk towards the astronomy tower. But just then, Dumbledore's monotonic voice was heard throughout the entire school, loud enough for Harry to jump and press himself to the wall.

"MINERVA!! HE GOT AWAY!!"

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Harry panted heavily as he ran through the corridors. The astronomy tower was still far away, and Harry's body was weak from using Expelliarmus on Dumbledore. Obviously, some kind of alarm was set off as Harry left the hospital wing. Harry threw a glance backwards as he ran, to see if anyone was behind him. The corridor was empty and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Harry's legs gave out and, with a yell, Harry fell on the hard stone floor.

"Ouch!" He hissed and massaged his aching knees. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" He forced himself to get up from the floor and kept running, even though his legs were weak and exhausted. His entire body ached.

After running for a minute or so, Harry finally allowed himself to lean against the wall to catch his breath. The astronomy tower wasn't very far off now, but the staircase he had to climb to reach the top was very long. Harry honestly didn't know if he'd make it to the top.

"Harry, shit, there you are!"

Harry jumped, terrified that it was a teacher, but as he met the worried face of Ron, who was still dressed in his pajamas, he relaxed a little.

"R-Ron...?"

"Harry, they're all looking for you! What's going on?"

"Hey, there he is!" A distant voice called from the other side of the corridor and when Harry looked, no less than five teachers were heading his way. Professor McGonagall, Snape, who had obviously recovered from his meeting with Tom a few days ago, Hagrid, who looked as if he was about to cry, Professor Flitwick and Professor Trelawney, who looked as if she wasn't altogether sure of what was going on.

Harry pushed himself off of the wall and started to run. Ron followed him.

"Mr. Weasley, stop him!" Professor McGonagall yelled, but Ron just turned to Harry.

"What's happening? Harry..." he panted. "What have you done?"

Harry didn't answer. He could feel the tears burning behind his lids. Everything seemed so hopeless! The teachers were closing in on him, and he had just reached the beginning of the long staircase.

"Harry, just tell me!" Ron begged and gripped Harry's shoulders. Harry's tears spilled over and soaked his cheeks that were already wet with sweat. Harry sunk to the floor, and covered his crying face with his sweaty hands.

"Ron", he sobbed miserably. "I'm not who you think I am. They don't understand. I will never be happy if I keep on living like this! I just need to get to the top of the tower. I'll die if I don't get there in time-"

Harry yelped as Ron suddenly lift him from the ground and put Harry on his back. Then he started to run up the stairs with Harry heavily clinging to him.

"R-Ron?" Harry whispered, way too exhausted to speak.

"I don't know what's going on, Harry", he panted. "But I know that you've been miserable this year. You've behaved so strangely... And you're my best friend. I don't care anymore. Even if I'm carrying you to your death... If it's what you want, I'll help you!"

A sudden wave of affection flowed through Harry at these words and he hugged Ron's shoulders tightly as he buried his damp face in Ron's neck.

"Thank you..."

He turned around and watched as the teachers ran after them, yelling and shouting at Ron to stop. But the red-head stubbornly carried Harry all the way up until the door to the classroom became visible. Ron dropped Harry onto the floor and then sunk to his knees, coughing and panting and smiling.

"Is this alright, Harry? I know I'm daft sometimes... An annoying best friend. Was I able to help you?"

Harry smiled tiredly and forced himself to get up from the floor. He nodded.

"What would I do without you, Ron?" He whispered. Ron smiled and closed his eyes. He had passed out. Harry leaned against the wall and stared tiredly at Ron for a few seconds. He would indeed miss the daft red-head. He flinched as a voice cut through the silence.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall was standing in front of him, practically seething with rage.

"What are you trying to do, foolish boy?!" The other teachers joined her. Harry gave a tired smirk and opened the door. The teachers gasped and took a step towards him but it was already too late for them to do anything. Harry turned away from them and ran into the room.

It was darker than it used to be. The pillows that the students used to lay on when they studied the planets during class had been shoved away. In the middle of the room was a white ring drawn on the floor, and inside of it stood two people.

"Tom..." Harry sobbed and ran to the circle despite his current exhaustion. Just as his legs were about to give out, two strong arms caught him and pulled him into a close embrace.

"Harry..." A dark voice murmured against his neck and Harry shuddered as he realized who was holding him. He looked up to meet the red eyes of his lord. Voldemort stared into his tired face and looked as if he wanted to kiss him badly. Harry smiled tiredly and leaned into the tight embrace. Tom didn't seem to be willing to let him go just yet.

"Was I too late?"

At this, Tom smirked and shook his head. He put his nose against Harry's hair and inhaled, making Harry shut his eyes and blush slightly.

"You're just in time, love."

And with those words, Tom handed Harry over to the other person. A man with long, dark hair and gleaming eyes. Harry was so mesmerized by the man’s amazing looks, he barely even noticed that the room was filled with the teachers that had tried to catch Harry. Tom sighed with annoyance.

"I told you not to draw attention..."

He silenced and glared at the unknown man who now lowered his face to Harry's neck, and Harry shuddered with pleasure as he felt the sharp fangs touch his skin teasingly. He let his arms encircle the man's head, and as the fangs finally sunk into Harry's skin, Harry gasped and let his eyes groggily sweep over the room. The faces of the teachers were shocked. Hadn't they known that this was about to happen? Professor McGongall covered her gaping mouth with a trembling hand.

He also caught the dark look on Tom's face, which didn't look happy at all. In fact, Harry would swear that the red eyes were filled with envy. Maybe he was just imaginating?

Harry didn't care about anything anymore. Even though it only lasted for about ten seconds, and even though it hurt like hell, Harry was in paradise. It was finally happening! Finally! There was nothing they could do about it anymore! Harry noticed, through his daze, that the spells and curses the teachers tried to cast bounced away from them, and Harry realized that the white ring on the floor was probably some kind of protective wall. They were inside some kind of strong protection charm.

As the unknown man finally let go of him, leaving Harry groggy and drained, Harry's body still jerked and he panted as the pain coursed through him. It felt as if all of his inner organs were removed, transformed, cut into... Everything just hurt, and Harry couldn't contain his gasps as the pain shook his entire being.

But just then, Tom's arms came around him once more and pulled him closer, away from the man who had just bitten Harry. The man smirked, bowed slightly to Tom and then disappeared into thin air, with a small chuckle. Harry buried his head into Tom's chest with a tired whimper and closed his eyes. The pain was going away. It was finally over. It was done. Harry let his tongue glide over his teeth and noticed with an thrilled feeling that he had developed two, small fangs. His body regained it’s strength, but he still clung to Tom.

Dumbledore staggered into the room, grasping at his chest. He was panting and sweating and the look he gave Harry and Tom was one of utter hatred.

"Why, if isn't Albus Dumbledore himself," Tom sniggered. "Didn't I tell you? Harry belongs to me. Did you really think you'd be able to keep him away from me?"

The teachers in the room turned to Dumbledore with shocked expressions. Dumbeldore took no notice of them but continued to glare at Harry and Tom. Harry grinned and deliberately showed off his pointy canines.

"Sorry, Albus." He tilted his neck a little and gave a visible shudder as Tom's lips came down to kiss his sensitive skin. "You lose."

"I bid you farewell!" Tom called and with those final words, Tom snapped his fingers, took a firm grip of Harry's wait, pulled him close, and then suddenly the room and the teachers were gone. Harry and Tom were soaring through time, through space, towards a new place. Harry could feel Tom embracing him tightly from behind, and even though he couldn't see anything, that was enough. He smiled.

He was finally where he belonged.

TBC.

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The story's not over, ok? I promised you guys lemons, and lemons there shall be. ^^

You haven't forgotten, have you? About the promise that Harry made to Draco. Stick around, and you'll find out what happens.

E/N (the beta): Ano…Gomenasai! I made Ciiah-chan wait a lot longer than I had told her. Finals at my University kind of consumed me. I’ll be faster with the next chapter, I swear. orz orz orz - Ender