Title: Time-turner, Life-changer
Rating: T for minor adult themes
Disclaimer: The fact that Harry Potter and all his world truly is mine resides proven false under section 2A of case# 137955390.8. The judge still has me on parole (O.O) although my restraining order charges have been dropped! Yay!
Summary: Yes, once again I subtly use my creativity to start yet another story to finish. Luckily this was supposed to be a quick one-shot, so 5 or less chapters and I'll be back to skipping out on y'all once again for my Harry Catter.....Draco Malfoy thought he knew everything there was about his rival. But one day, when he witnesses something very strange, he will find that Harry Potter knows more about him than he knows. More than what he knows about himself. Takes place 6th yearish.
A/N: Just so you know, you are supposed to know who I'm talking about even if I don't use their names. I didn't try that hard to conceal it. However, not everybody is the same cannon person....mu wa ha ha!
There was a current of cold sweeping across the wooden flooring, passing by without bias each and every person gathered in the room. The black cloaks and warming charms they wore and fogged-up insides of their masks did nothing to stop the tingles that raised the hairs on the back of their necks. Only one being was relatively immune to this invading force, in fact, he was the source in which its tendrils radiated outwards to his minions.
He stood proud, in spite of all of his surroundings to contradict such, like a snake both in appearance and simile. A cruel smirk graced his pale face as he merely viewed his public for an hour.
"My dear followers," He spoke too in his serpent-like way after the time passed. "I have reevaluating news for you. It has come to my mind that I am better off changing my path of destruction in this world." Silence greeted his statements and his smirk widened. "Now, don't look so glum! I will still become all-supreme dictator with the eradicating of Muggles and their filthy spawn of Mud-bloods. But instead, I have found there is no reasoning now for me to want and rid the world of our only living Potter heir." Now his words brought much noise.
"My Lord, what about the prophecy?" A voice cried out, louder than its brethren.
"Nonsense, it's blasphemy!" The snake-man roared. "Why, it is only Dumbledore's pathetic try at a way to weaken me by diverting my attention. I'll have you know that I intend to disregard that as if it doesn't exist. Now, I have another piece of news to speak of, if I may?" Silence descended upon the room like the chill from his quiet threat, for while his words may be soft the hidden meaning behind them were from from it.
"It is my honour and pleasure to announce that I have an heir to my throne. If you could please step forward," A young man, quite short compared to his 6 foot master at 5' 6, removed himself from the shadows by the wall and slowly moved to his side. Upon reaching there, he lifted his hood and revealed his long, thinly braided blue hair. He grinned at his audience, flashing his fanged teeth and emerald eyes that were slitted like his sire's and basking in the attention.
The Lord of Darkness laughed. "Surely you have manners, my son, I taught them to you. Why do you hesitate to introduce yourself?"
"My Lord, they do not quite believe you that I am truly your son. I feel the hesitancy among them that wish not to greet me as true Prince. Therefore, I do not accept them as worthy company to my name." His son's voice carried purposefully through the crowd though he spoke not a sound higher than a whisper and caused his father to laugh more.
"Perhaps because it is not the truth entirely. Come, speak to them your name unless you wish I tell them our lie?" The Lord spoke for only them to hear.
His blue braid swung from side to side as shook his head. "No, as we are missing our final member yet, it is pointless to speak a full truth. Besides, what have I to worry when I do not give them my true name? I leave them no power." He stepped forward smoothly. "Good people of the Darkness, I implore you to welcome me as your good Prince. Greet me with the Kiss of Loyalty and speak my name: Young Lord Ranulf Azure!" Just as a few brave members of the group went up to bow and kiss the hem of his robes, swearing fealty, Harry Potter woke up from the dream.
He was startled awake, breathing heavily and his heart pounding loudly in his bed under the stairs at the Dursley household. This was a normal occurrence after sharing views from the mind of Voldemort, however, odd because usually this reaction was from seeing someone tortured or dead. Added to the abnormality that his scar only tingled and did not cause him pain, also normal. In all, this particular dream should have caused him no reaction at all. Yet, there he lied awake, tense as if he had a sense of foreshadowing that something was not right. Or, at least, about to be irrevocably changed.
Harry managed to convince himself that it was all a case of Moody syndrome, switching onto another side and closed his eyes as if that would allowsleep to come back to him. For a moment, as his breathing slowed, he thought all would be fine. But, an hour or so later, he could not put away a feeling of dread and the sense of being watched. Nor rationalise why the hairs on the back of his neck tingled with an urgency. He snapped open his eyes just as he heard a loud bang.
He threw off his covers, jumped onto the floor with his wand raised high and pulled on the chain to his hanging lightbulb to flash it on. There it illuminated a blue-haired creature with odd bright green eyes.
"Oh, hello, mate. Hope I didn't awake you by crashing into whatever it was that I did." He stood up and dusted himself off, sneezing once at the air-residue. "Merlin, this place is right dirty, no offence at all. Why, if I were you I wouldn't clean up this shoddy, cramped cage either." He spoke as if he took no awarence to the fact that Harry currently held him at wand point and he was defenceless, not to mention the fact that he was unarmed and was acting suspiciously; to which Harry wondered immensly with narrowed eyes following his every move as he looked around.
The strange man chuckled and switched his gaze onto Harry. "I suppose from your side, I am defenseless. However, I have little to fear from you and your little wand, Harry Potter."
He was obviously a wizard if he could easily read minds and was privvy to other such information like Merlin. Harry took in his dishevled appearence. He was wearing a long, black robe closed so that he could not see what he was wearing underneath, a cross necklace and a pair of worn out sneakers. In fact, it looked like he was wearing nothing underneath, on the bottom at least, if it weren't for the nearly invisible fabric he saw move as he sat down on his bed.
"What is that? Are you wearing a...a...skirt!" Harry asked incrediously.
"What?! I bloody well am not! It's a kilt, not a skirt, a Scottish kilt! Bloody taking me for some kind of cross-dresser, delusional fantasies..." He grumbled, facing the other direction now and sounding quite like one Draco Malfoy.
"Funny you should say that." He said. Harry narrowed his eyes at him again.
"I didn't say anything."
"Oh, whoops, sorry. I get mixed up between which is which, exspecially when you broadcast so loudly. Never heard anyone broadcast as loud as you, runt." The blue-haired man flashed Harry a toothy smile.
"I'm not a runt, and just who are you?"
"Term of endearment mate, and the question is not who am I but who will you become?" The man stood up and poked a finger into Harry's chest. "There is a darkness within you, mate, all you have to do is let it out." He leaned in close, his grin still wide, and licked Harry's neck. His grin became even more pronounced when he saw Harry shiver. "You can escape from this world of pain, Harry, be free if you only listen. Trust me, you'll like it." He started to back away, noticing that Harry no longer held his wand up.
"What..What are you? Some kind of vampire?" Harry questioned, watching him melt back into the shadows.
"That's for another time, my dear Harry." Only his green eyes were visible now, and they too melted away as he spoke. "If you promise to be a good boy, that is." As soon as those words echoed around, Harry felt some constricting force wrap around his neck with an almost violent insistency. He started to gasp for air, clawing at the invisible collar but only making deep scratches into his neck. He started to feel faint, the pain he caused and was receive started to deaden. He felt weak, his body started to sway with a sudden lethargy. He could feel himself falling forward and hear the crack of the Order apparating outside his door in the middle of the night. But the last thing he remembered was a thought that ran through his head: 'Why didn't I notice the same marks around his neck?'
Cliffy! Stay tuned! R&R!!!