My Only Ally 1/?
Author: Tuuli & Hazel, with lots and lots of felt from Surra
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG (will go up)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and other characters, names and, well, stuff, belong to JK Rowling and big bad movie bosses. I have no intention to steal them – in fact, I don't give a rat's arse. They're theirs, we're just playing. No money made; entertainment only.
Spoilers: None I can think of. First book?
Timeline: The story takes place in Potter's sixth year. However, it is only based on the first four books. The reason for this is that the Order of the Phoenix hasn't been translated into Finnish yet, and that happens to be Tuuli's native language. And even though she's capable of speaking English, she insists on reading it in Finnish first. Hopefully, you'll accept this.
Author's notes, Tuuli: I don't do much in the Harry Potter universe. This is my first Harry/Draco, but I've played with Oliver/Marcus before. I'm also experienced in writing slash and multi-part stories. I don't read H/D much, but I know enough of the universe to play in it.
Author's notes, Hazel: Ah…you really want to know what I have to say? *Fine*. For fun and cause *she* (points at Tuuli) asked… =P Oh! And just because I'm totally and utterly insane!
Dedicated to Suvi, who adores H/D. She's our canon expert. When we don't know something, or aren't sure about something, we go and ask her. Big thanks to her for all the help :) Hopefully you'll enjoy this!
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Part one: Business As Usual
It was business as usual at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Ghosts were flying around the school, people in the paintings were moving and talking to each other, staircases were moving, and Ms McGonagall had just turned herself into a cat.
As stated above, business as usual.
One of the normal things about the day was the fact that Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and the rest of the sixth year Gryffindors were having a Potions lesson with the sixth year Slytherins.
Professor Snape, who had been very irritated all day, had given them the introduction for a potion they were now avidly making. Making the potion required several skills not all of them possessed, but Hermione was proudly making her own – and assisting Ron and Harry while she was at it, of course.
Draco Malfoy watched as Harry's potion turned slightly green and the Gryffindor leaned towards his best friend, whispering something in his ear. Whatever the joke was, Draco didn't catch it, but he saw Harry and Ron laughing at it very quietly as they eyed the mysterious potion.
'I've had enough of that,' the Slytherin thought bitterly. 'Perfect Potter, always so brave and perfect and *happy*. Besides, he's disturbing Snape's class!'
Professor Snape himself was assisting one of the dumber Slytherins. He looked very, very irritated, but he wasn't paying any attention to Harry. Not that he ever did, unless it was in order to humiliate the famous boy.
"This has to end," Draco muttered darkly. He turned to Crabbe and Goyle. "Have you got it?" he asked them in a whisper.
The two boys nodded at him enthusiastically, and Crabbe pulled out a piece of parchment. "Here," he said, giving it to Malfoy.
Draco snatched the piece of parchment to himself and read through it. "Doesn't seem too hard, don't you think?" he muttered quietly, not looking at the two idiots. If he had he'd just seen the other one, it doesn't matter which, picking his nose while the other guy was already half asleep.
The piece of parchment Draco was now holding had the introductions for a rather simple spell on it. It was a spell he was about to cast... on none other than Harry Potter himself.
"In fact, I think this is so simple even one of *you* could do this," Draco said obnoxiously, vaguely waving his hand.
And they would have, if Draco had asked them to. They would've done almost anything for Draco Malfoy, who was the coolest and the meanest pupil in the entire school. That is if you admired greasy hair and nasty comments about everything and everyone, which many people seemed to do. Crazy world indeed.
He didn't, however. Draco didn't ask them to cast the spell. Because even though the spell was, theoretically speaking, easy enough for them to cast, it didn't mean they would actually be able to do it. They were rarely capable of anything.
"Are you sure this will work?" Draco asked icily. "I don't want anything to go wrong."
Goyle beamed. "This will work, I'm sure of it," he said. "This will make him see things. Like those horror movies, you know, in the Muggle world! I'm always so scared when spiders and snakes appear and he'll see all those things all over the place and…"
Draco's eyes narrowed and a vicious smile spread on his lips as he interrupted the babbling pile of fat. "Oh yes. This is going to be great," he said slowly.
At that moment the bell rang. Everyone was suddenly awake and trying to fit through the narrow doorway to the corridor like sand in an hourglass. Snape was yelling something about homework but Draco didn't listen. He rushed up and followed Harry out of the classroom, knocking down a couple of his classmates as he did so.
"See you in a minute," Harry said to Ron, waving his hand at his best friend as he turned towards the boys' bathroom.
"Perfect," Draco whispered to himself, smirking in evil glee, and followed the boy who was now alone and on his way to an almost deserted part of the school.
Harry hissed when the scar on his forehead stung again. He was sure nothing bad was going to happen but since his scar had been bothering him for two days in a row, he just had to make sure. Maybe it was just infected or something and therefore so painful all the time. He opened the bathroom door and walked over to the sinks and mirrors. Leaning on one of the sinks, he looked closely at his reflection in the mirror, touching the scar on his forehead with gentle fingers to see how it felt. Judging by the first impression, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Except that it *hurt*.
Draco saw the boys' bathroom door close behind what he was sure was Harry. He rushed to the door and opened it slightly. Harry was leaning towards one of the mirrors and was doing something to his forehead.
Careful not to make a sound, Draco opened the piece of parchment and read through the simple spell once in order to memorise it. He then took out his wand and turned his focus on Harry, who was still staring at his reflection. Slowly, the Slytherin opened the door a bit more, sliding silently inside, hoping the Gryffindor wouldn't notice his presence.
"Seedium Wrongia!" Draco whispered and waved his wand in the air, aiming at Harry.
The spell was more powerful than he'd thought. There was the sound of a lightning, accompanied by a bright flash of light that came through Draco's wand, hitting Harry. The light was reflected in the mirror, and it came back to Draco, blinding him.
The sound was deafening and the sound blinding. When it passed, Harry and Draco both fell on the floor, not moving. The mirror on the wall shattered into a million pieces.
Author: Tuuli & Hazel, with lots and lots of felt from Surra
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG (will go up)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and other characters, names and, well, stuff, belong to JK Rowling and big bad movie bosses. I have no intention to steal them – in fact, I don't give a rat's arse. They're theirs, we're just playing. No money made; entertainment only.
Spoilers: None I can think of. First book?
Timeline: The story takes place in Potter's sixth year. However, it is only based on the first four books. The reason for this is that the Order of the Phoenix hasn't been translated into Finnish yet, and that happens to be Tuuli's native language. And even though she's capable of speaking English, she insists on reading it in Finnish first. Hopefully, you'll accept this.
Author's notes, Tuuli: I don't do much in the Harry Potter universe. This is my first Harry/Draco, but I've played with Oliver/Marcus before. I'm also experienced in writing slash and multi-part stories. I don't read H/D much, but I know enough of the universe to play in it.
Author's notes, Hazel: Ah…you really want to know what I have to say? *Fine*. For fun and cause *she* (points at Tuuli) asked… =P Oh! And just because I'm totally and utterly insane!
Dedicated to Suvi, who adores H/D. She's our canon expert. When we don't know something, or aren't sure about something, we go and ask her. Big thanks to her for all the help :) Hopefully you'll enjoy this!
~~~
Part one: Business As Usual
It was business as usual at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Ghosts were flying around the school, people in the paintings were moving and talking to each other, staircases were moving, and Ms McGonagall had just turned herself into a cat.
As stated above, business as usual.
One of the normal things about the day was the fact that Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and the rest of the sixth year Gryffindors were having a Potions lesson with the sixth year Slytherins.
Professor Snape, who had been very irritated all day, had given them the introduction for a potion they were now avidly making. Making the potion required several skills not all of them possessed, but Hermione was proudly making her own – and assisting Ron and Harry while she was at it, of course.
Draco Malfoy watched as Harry's potion turned slightly green and the Gryffindor leaned towards his best friend, whispering something in his ear. Whatever the joke was, Draco didn't catch it, but he saw Harry and Ron laughing at it very quietly as they eyed the mysterious potion.
'I've had enough of that,' the Slytherin thought bitterly. 'Perfect Potter, always so brave and perfect and *happy*. Besides, he's disturbing Snape's class!'
Professor Snape himself was assisting one of the dumber Slytherins. He looked very, very irritated, but he wasn't paying any attention to Harry. Not that he ever did, unless it was in order to humiliate the famous boy.
"This has to end," Draco muttered darkly. He turned to Crabbe and Goyle. "Have you got it?" he asked them in a whisper.
The two boys nodded at him enthusiastically, and Crabbe pulled out a piece of parchment. "Here," he said, giving it to Malfoy.
Draco snatched the piece of parchment to himself and read through it. "Doesn't seem too hard, don't you think?" he muttered quietly, not looking at the two idiots. If he had he'd just seen the other one, it doesn't matter which, picking his nose while the other guy was already half asleep.
The piece of parchment Draco was now holding had the introductions for a rather simple spell on it. It was a spell he was about to cast... on none other than Harry Potter himself.
"In fact, I think this is so simple even one of *you* could do this," Draco said obnoxiously, vaguely waving his hand.
And they would have, if Draco had asked them to. They would've done almost anything for Draco Malfoy, who was the coolest and the meanest pupil in the entire school. That is if you admired greasy hair and nasty comments about everything and everyone, which many people seemed to do. Crazy world indeed.
He didn't, however. Draco didn't ask them to cast the spell. Because even though the spell was, theoretically speaking, easy enough for them to cast, it didn't mean they would actually be able to do it. They were rarely capable of anything.
"Are you sure this will work?" Draco asked icily. "I don't want anything to go wrong."
Goyle beamed. "This will work, I'm sure of it," he said. "This will make him see things. Like those horror movies, you know, in the Muggle world! I'm always so scared when spiders and snakes appear and he'll see all those things all over the place and…"
Draco's eyes narrowed and a vicious smile spread on his lips as he interrupted the babbling pile of fat. "Oh yes. This is going to be great," he said slowly.
At that moment the bell rang. Everyone was suddenly awake and trying to fit through the narrow doorway to the corridor like sand in an hourglass. Snape was yelling something about homework but Draco didn't listen. He rushed up and followed Harry out of the classroom, knocking down a couple of his classmates as he did so.
"See you in a minute," Harry said to Ron, waving his hand at his best friend as he turned towards the boys' bathroom.
"Perfect," Draco whispered to himself, smirking in evil glee, and followed the boy who was now alone and on his way to an almost deserted part of the school.
Harry hissed when the scar on his forehead stung again. He was sure nothing bad was going to happen but since his scar had been bothering him for two days in a row, he just had to make sure. Maybe it was just infected or something and therefore so painful all the time. He opened the bathroom door and walked over to the sinks and mirrors. Leaning on one of the sinks, he looked closely at his reflection in the mirror, touching the scar on his forehead with gentle fingers to see how it felt. Judging by the first impression, there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Except that it *hurt*.
Draco saw the boys' bathroom door close behind what he was sure was Harry. He rushed to the door and opened it slightly. Harry was leaning towards one of the mirrors and was doing something to his forehead.
Careful not to make a sound, Draco opened the piece of parchment and read through the simple spell once in order to memorise it. He then took out his wand and turned his focus on Harry, who was still staring at his reflection. Slowly, the Slytherin opened the door a bit more, sliding silently inside, hoping the Gryffindor wouldn't notice his presence.
"Seedium Wrongia!" Draco whispered and waved his wand in the air, aiming at Harry.
The spell was more powerful than he'd thought. There was the sound of a lightning, accompanied by a bright flash of light that came through Draco's wand, hitting Harry. The light was reflected in the mirror, and it came back to Draco, blinding him.
The sound was deafening and the sound blinding. When it passed, Harry and Draco both fell on the floor, not moving. The mirror on the wall shattered into a million pieces.
