Reaching Him
By: Honest Beauty
AN: I don't own Harry Potter or the plot of HBP I'm just borrowing it and twisting it around for my pleasure.
I'm sorry, but I'm American and I don't know how to write British dialogue very well, so bear with me okay?
Okay underlined are quotes from the book. Regular is mine and italics are thoughts, spells, and bold is emphasis. You'll know which is which.
Chapter 1: Trapped
Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.
Malfoy wheeled around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry pulled out his own. Malfoy's hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways, thought Levicorpus! and flicked his wand, but Malfoy blocked the jinx and raised his hand for another—
"No! No! Stop it!" squealed Moaning Myrtle, her voice echoing loudly around the tiled room. "Stop! STOP!"
There was a loud bang and the bin behind Harry exploded; Harry attempted a Leg-Locker Curse that backfired off the wall behind Malfoy's ear and smashed the cistern beneath Moaning Myrtle, who screamed loudly and fled, diving into the wet floor; water poured everywhere, and Harry slipped as Malfoy, his face contorted, cried, "Cruci—"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled from the floor as Malfoy finished crying his incantation. Unfortunately, Harry's spell missed, but Malfoy's didn't.
Harry wasn't able to roll out of the way in time. When the painfully familiar sensation of white hot knives piercing his nerves hit Harry, the black haired teen felt his body curl into a fetal position on the cold wet floor as he screamed in agony.
Thankfully Malfoy, like Harry, didn't have the right mindset or motivation to cast the Cruciatus Curse for more than a few seconds. Harry rolled unsteadily to his feet, still shaking from the aftereffects of the curse. As he was fighting to keep his balance, Harry heard Malfoy's voice ring out.
"Expelliarmus!" looking up, Harry saw the red jet coming at him quickly. He tried to command his legs to move, but they didn't respond in time. As Harry felt the smooth wood of his wand fly from his right hand, the black haired teen lunged forward, desperately trying to recapture his wand.
All he managed to do was land face first into a puddle of water. Harry pushed himself up with his arms, which he now had full control over, as well as the rest of his body. The after effects of the curse had finally worn off. But right as he was getting his feet under him, Harry heard a strangled scream of pain.
Raising his head quickly Harry saw that Malfoy, with Harry's wand clenched in his left hand, was clutching his left forearm, where his robe sleeve had rode up. Through the water droplets on his glasses, the black haired teen saw that the dark mark on Malfoy's arm was now burning, not black, but poison green. Malfoy's pale face was contorted in pain and Harry thought he heard Voldemort's hissing voice ring out.
"Stopping fighting me, you brat! Give me control!" bright emerald eyes widened as Malfoy obviously heard the voice too and obeyed. Almost immediately, Malfoy's face smoothed and he straightened. A shiver raced down Harry's spine as Malfoy opened his eyes.
No longer were they pale grey, but red and slit pupiled. Harry concluded rather quickly that the dark mark allowed Voldemort to control the actions of his death eaters if he chose. (AN: not possession per se, because the death eater in question has to allow Voldemort to take control)
"Bloody hell." Harry cursed softly. He was brave, yes, but not stupid. Without his wand he had no chance against Voldemort or even a Voldemort controlled Malfoy. So Harry did the only thing he could, run.
Sprinting towards the bathroom door, Harry felt and saw a spell pass him. It hit the door, causing the thick wood to slam shut. The black haired teen slowed desperately, not wanting to crash into the door. He succeeded for the most part.
Bumping hard into the door, Harry tried the handle, knowing what the result would be. The handle didn't budge, nor did the wooden beams as Harry pounded his fists against the door, hoping to summon help. Shedding all remains of his pride, the black haired teen opened his mouth.
"Help! Somebody help me! I'm being attacked!" Harry bellowed at the top of his lungs. Even over his shouts for help, Harry still heard Malfoy's now evil, hissing voice.
"Now, now, we can't have you calling for help, Potter." Harry spun around to place the door at his back as V/M cast a muffling curse on the walls, doors and windows of the room. Harry was trapped and Voldemort knew it. V/M's lips stretched in an evil smirk as he stooped to pick up Malfoy's dropped wand.
"Shit." Harry cursed under his breath.
AN: from now on I will refer to 'Voldemort controlled Malfoy' as 'V/M, because I'm lazy like that.
HB here: new story from me. And my first HP fic to boot. Don't worry Born of Wind and Ocean fans, I haven't stopped writing Born, it's just that this story keeps popping into my mind every time I try to type on Born. So I'll be updating both, okay?
Anyway, here's the situation. This fic isn't a 1st person POV story, but it is written from Harry's POV (and later either the other two thirds of the golden trio or a certain red haired witch) so I'll occasionally dip into his mind so you know what going he's thinking.
And again, I'm sorry about my (basically) nonexistent British. But at least I snagged my brother's copy of HBP so I can now quote from the book.
If you're wondering about the length, this one is only 6 chapter plus an epilogue, and I have the rough outline all written out. Yay me!
Changed some things around a bit, mostly Ron's dialogue. I've been watching the movies too much and forgot that the real Ron isn't that dumb or the comedy relief so…
Ooh, cliffy! *grins evilly and laughs manically*
Ja ne!