First ever Harry Potter and American Horror Story crossover fanfic! (I think…actually…not that sure…I'm 88% certain..ok…maybe 70%.)
(Set after 1x11, but, with a few changes.)
Background story: Vivian died in child birth but she hasn't returned to the house. Ben's looking after Tate's child and he's moved away since he can't bear to look at his daughter. Violet sent Tate away, at least, she thought she had.
I really hope you R&R and enjoy this, and, weirdly Draco SLIGHTLY just slightly reminds me of Tate, bet I'm the only one that thinks that :L
"Violet, if you don't call me back," Tate whispered in her ear, his breath lingering, causing her to blush a deep scarlet, "I can't do this."
His hand travelled from her neck to rest on her left breast, he gently caressed it before placing his hand firmly on her entrance through her purple tights. She gasped in shock and involuntarily arched her back to increase the pressure.
Her hands gripped the bed sheets she lay on so she wouldn't tangle them in his hair. She knew this was a figment of her imagination, she'd sent Tate away. He deserved to be punished and she refused to give in to him even in her mind.
"Don't you miss me Violet?" He murmured, lowering his body so that his head was now close to her chest. His other hand gently pulled her top up to reveal her breasts.
"Don't you miss this?" He breathed and immediately took one nipple in his mouth, his tongue grazing over it, but, when Violet gave no response he softly bit down and grinned as he heard her whimper.
"I miss this," She acknowledged, her eyes snapping open to show her the dark ceiling of her once owned bedroom.
She looked down at herself and let out a breath when she didn't see Tate, but if it was out of relief or not she was unsure.
This was her last day of freedom before the new family would move in, she knew they were known as the Malfoy's and there was a young boy around her age. She vowed to remain in the basement; she didn't want this youth and his family to experience what she had.
-It will be lonely in the basement all by yourself.
Violet's head whipped round to the open bedroom door, she frowned quizzically. She could have sworn she left that locked when she entered 10 minutes ago.
-I'll be in the basement forever, always wondering what would have happened if Tate hadn't raped and impregnated my mother. I bet we'd be happy, we'd be in love, and we'd never grow old. God, I'm pathetic
"I miss you," Violet stated to the empty air, hoping that Tate would somehow hear her, "But that doesn't change the past."
The ghosts allowed her the house to herself the entire day, she smiled as she realised that they weren't all hell bent on her destruction. They understood her pain and she knew she'd be spending a lot of time with them very soon.
Her emotions hit her fast and she rushed to the bathroom to grab a razor. She gazed at it, remembering the feel of what pain was like when she self harmed. Now she was living in pain everyday. She screamed in anguish and threw the razor across the room before sinking to the floor and sobbing. She wished that it was herself that had caused this much damage and not the boy she loved as she heard the razor clacker mockingly to the floor.
Tate longed to reach for her, to hold her, to protect her and keep her safe from everything but he knew she'd react violent if she realised he was still around her. If he was still able to talk to her, kiss her and touch her just as he'd done in her bedroom earlier.
He worried about the fragility of Violet's mind if she was unable to determine imagination from reality.
But he had to watch her from the shadows, keeping his identity hidden and hoping that after a few days by herself in the basement with only the other mentally disabled deceased that she would realise that she needed him.
"Draco honey, please don't fret, this is what he's sent us to do, it's his bidding. It's the right thing," Narcissa Malfoy reassured her blonde haired son as they stepped in to their new home.
Draco brushed past her and ran up the stairs to his new room. He chucked the suitcase in anger onto the bed and pounded his fists against the wall.
"I'd do anything to be free."
His snake hissed from its cage and he turned round briefly to laugh.
"I suppose you would as well wouldn't you Jem?"
He walked over to his luggage and began unpacking, shoving his magic books into one corner of the room and his dark materials in to another before collapsing on his bed and staring at the ceiling, imagining that there was no Dark Lord, and that he wasn't a servant in his own house.
Violet watched the tormented boy curl in to a ball and slowly fall asleep, she watched as he took quick breaths and she wished she could still dream. She edged cautiously towards him, not wanting to make a sound for she hadn't truly perfected her 'ghost ability's' yet. Meaning that he would easily be able to detect her.
From the corner of her eye she saw what appeared to be a moving picture book, she shook her head, that sort of thing doesn't exist.
-But you exist don't you?
She scoffed quietly at her own internal argument and moved to pick the book up. There was no cover illustration and she frowned, there wasn't even a title. She opened the book randomly and almost dropped it to the floor when she realised what it symbolised.
A picture of an old man with a massive beard standing before an assembly, giving a speech and staring at them through his spectacles had a red mark through it. Underneath was the name Albus Dumbledore with the printed word 'Terminated' next to it.
She flicked to the next page and emitted a muffled cry as she recognised the girl walking down steps in a beautiful pink gown with her bushy brown hair tied back in ringlets. She didn't need to look at the name to realise that it was her old best friend Hermione Granger who had moved from her secondary school when she was eleven years old.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the printed ghastly word wasn't next to the girl's name.
-This boy's twisted. Just like Tate.
-Is that why you can't stop staring at him?
"I know you're here. The thing about ghosts is they think they're invisible."
Violet shrieked and dropped the book, mentally cursing herself for displaying weakness in the form of fear.
Draco's eyes remained closed but he smirked at the girl's reaction. His hands were behind his head to show that he was calm, he would not freak out because there was teenage girl in his room being noisy. It was common. He just wished she didn't have to be in his house.
Silence stretched between them and Draco frowned, wondering if she had finally used her abilities to disappear.
"You're not normal," She stated, hoping to get a reaction from the solid form on the bed.
All she got was laughter and Draco's eyes opened to gaze at her casually but she noticed that they widened a little.
"That's a bit rich," He said as his eyes travelled her body and she sighed hoping that she hadn't just got herself a stalker.
"Will you quit staring? It's not polite."
"You're a muggle ghost," He said slowly and carefully moved from his bed to come towards her cautiously, looking as if he thought she might run.
Violet stiffened but otherwise didn't move.
"I have no idea what you're on about. The house is already messing with you would be my best guess."
"Your parents," Draco said finally standing next to her, only an inch apart, "Were they from magical blood?"
Violet barked out a laugh, "Mental already you are."
Her laughter ceased as Draco raised one eyebrow, obviously finding no amusement in her words.
"My parent's are human," Violet muttered, becoming uncomfortable with the boys stare and instead transferred her gaze from his silver eyes to the floor.
Draco cocked his head to the side and reached out his hand towards her to see if she was transparent but the girl misread his intentions and instead slapped his hand away and pushed against his shoulders in hopes to knock him to the ground.
His hands shot up to stop her and held hers to him securely in warning. Her breath became ragged as his eyes widened to the point that they looked like they were going to pop out of their sockets.
"I can touch you," He whispered, amazement was evident in his voice and he squeezed her hands, "Can you feel that?"
"I can feel a stranger. Now kindly remove yourself before I unleash my freaky ghost shit on you."
He chuckled and released her and she stumbled backwards and felt her leg touch the books she had previously been looking at. She bent down to pick one up and read the title out loud.
There was a pause before she let the book slide from her hand and hit the floor with a thump, "Well, what sort of class is defence against the dark arts?"
"You wouldn't understand," He turned away from her and took Jem out of his cage, expecting the girl to squeal, run away and leave him in peace.
Instead she moved closer towards him and ran her hand along the snake's scales. Draco stood motionless hoping that his pet wouldn't bite her. Would it even hurt? It would be interesting to find out.
Yet he was holding his snake's head firmly so it wouldn't cause any damage to the ghost he just met.
"I wouldn't let him go down into the basement," Violet muttered taking a step back and watching the snake sadly.
"Why's that?"
"I'm not the only ghost, there's a weird ass Doctor guy down there who likes to do all weird types of experiments. Animals are becoming his speciality."
Draco shuddered and put Jem back in his cage, slamming the cage door shut in an attempt to show this threatening 'doctor' ghost that no harm better come to his creature.
"Any other ghosts I should worry about?" He asked and went back to sit on his bed, staring at her intently.
Violet simply leaned back on the chest of drawers and began counting the ghosts on her fingers and as she went through the list Draco became more impressed with the ease in which she handled all this horror.
"Well apart from Doctor Charles we have the twins, they're not that bad, just watch out and make sure none of your stuff goes missing. There's Bo, despite his appearance he's actually like a child. Oh, Gladice or Gladdy, to be honest if you see someone that looks like Gollum's girlfriend just run-"
Despite the seriousness of the situation Draco found himself laughing, "Gollum's girlfriend? Lord of the rings Gollum?"
Violet nodded, amusement written all over her face but Draco also detected a tinge of fear.
"She must be hideous," He concluded.
"Believe me, she is. Hayden, resident skank, she's mentally deranged, determined my father loved her and now hell bent on what she likes to call 'my destruction'. Another ghost called Travis was murdered by her, after they had sex she just went all psycho so since you're a male and because that's the only thing male's think of I'd watch out otherwise you could become a permanent resident here."
Draco shook his head briefly, ignoring her comment on what males want because he himself had only just met this girl and could already imagine getting physical. He tried to concentrate on the other ghosts she was describing but he kept getting distracted by what it must be like for her.
She must be lonely. Lonelier then you, and that's saying something.
"Are there any ghosts your age? Anybody you spend time with?"
She hesitated and pain streaked across her face before she replaced it with a mask on indifference.
"Used to be, not anymore."
"Why?"
"The darkness took him a while ago, it wasn't right that he should be able to walk around this house without having to pay."
At the word darkness Draco sat up straighter, finally something that would help the Dark Lord and earn him his freedom.
"What was the price?"
"He's not allowed to see me."
"Ahh, I get it, boyfriend problems," Draco cursed himself for feeling slightly jealous of the deceased boy for the girl before him would have easily attracted him if she wasn't muggle born and most importantly, not dead.
"Bit more complicated, but, sure, we could sum it up to that," She said casually, crossing her arms before looking around the room nervously and heading to the door.
Her hand had just managed to turn the door knob before she felt the boy's icy touch cease her movements.
"Where are you going?" He asked softly.
She stared into his eyes for a moment and was shocked to see something that looked similar to regret.
"I'm leaving, you probably want to get unpacking, don't worry, crazy ghost girl won't be bothering you again."
"And what if I want crazy ghost girl to bother me again?"
He wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed before opening the door and stepping in to the hallway.
"Then crazy ghost girl will see you tomorrow, or maybe next week, sometimes the days blur in to one down there," She motioned downstairs to where the basement was and he nodded his head briefly before slowly shutting the door on her retreating figure.
"Oh shit, I forgot to ask her name," He whispered, opening the door quickly to catch her but she wasn't there and he walked over to the window to stare outside, wondering if she could ever leave this house.
He smiled as he remembered brief parts of their conversation and finally forgave his mum for making him live here.
He stared in to the window pane, he could see his own reflection, the reflection of a boy who's lost his way but hasn't quite given up fighting. But there was another figure behind this boy, one with blonde messy hair. Draco gasped and turned round but there was no one there.
He went back to the window and this time he saw the other blonde haired boy directly behind him, murder, pain and hatred thundering in his eyes, clouding his vision and he shuddered.
A wicked smile formed on the boys face and he raised a finger to his lips.
Commanding Draco to be silent.
Looks like a Mr Langon is getting jealous.
Before I actually wrote this first part I was determined to have a Viotate ending, now I'm not so certain, I kinda like the idea of Draco and Violet so I really don't know which direction to take it.
So, what do you think? Draco or Tate? Please vote to give me ideas because I now love both couples lol And I would say that if you review Tate will visit your dreams but he keeps visiting my nightmares at the moment and I don't want that to happen to you since it seriously is TERRIFYING.