Sadistic Fever

Well everyone this will be the first time i write a Harry Potter fan fic so sorry if it sucks, nah just kidding, this will be a learning experience for me. I am rusty on the whole Harry Potter books since i read each one as they came out and never looked back on them and went on to new books till the new one came out so i don't remember everything. Lets see here, I am sure there is something i am forgetting but it will slip my mind. Oh well! I will not except the 6th book as AN ACTUAL BOOK YET, until she put harry with Draco I will say it sucked and wasn't good writing, but I will follow it anyway I mean come on, that scene in the bathroom with moaning Mertle and that sad scene.

Please do enjoy, and if ya got anything to say flame me or praise me i don't care i will take the good with the bad to try and improve it as i go.

Disclaimer: The story is mine, but every character and plot and all that good stuff is owned by the godliness J.K. Rowling

WARNINGS: Yaoi (guy/guy) Content, pairings Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy. OotP Spoiler as well as HBP through 1-4.

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Bloody Hell

Smoke billowing up from the burning houses brought a smirk to the Dark Lord's face, which had been remade by magic to look so different than the previous scaly face . Smooth sickly pale skin, contrasting with the sleek black hair, which formed a clean widows peak on his forehead under his hooded cloak, stretched in awareness at the approaching clicking heels of expensive shoes. "Lucius" said hissing the 's', "I expect you to have heard of the successes this time, even though you weren't here to attend?". Turning around he saw the already kneeling servant, holding out his scaly hand to the man.

Taking the hand to his lips, he kissed the elegant platinum serpent ring. It was something about the crazed man who stood with such confidence that made his blood seethe with anger, 'only for my family' his minds mantra chimes in. Though he was pleased to be finally out of Azkaban, due to his son's success of the attack on Dumbledore. He'd have to give some respect to. Lifting himself off the ground, his robes, enchanted to never get a speck of filth on them, moved perfectly around his form.

He studied the man opposite him. Dressed in traditional wizard robes, with no buttons, only a neon green sash around the waist holding everything together, midnight black base with gold trim around the fringes, with black runes ringing around every opening. Voldemort turned and gazed over his handy work, walking over with bare feet, he place his hand on the obsidian railing and laughed. Seven bodyguards stood around the balcony, each with their hands on their wands in constant dispassionate protection of a serial killer. 'I'll get my chance soon enough'.

"You really should look at these commoners squirm with the disease" drawling sadistically, yet almost gleefully at the same time. Lucius gazed at perpetual smile on the crazed face that reminded him of child who finally beat a video game 'useless muggle contraptions'. Stepping next to the edge of the balcony, he looked down at the wailing dieing people, it sickened him.

"All you accounts are in order, funds are being collected constantly and your wizardly teams of scientists are working none stop with new test subjects" waving and out stretched hand over the small village. "The next move is the Ministry's, and most likely it will be a no comment to the press and a simple look away, or even as far as not even releasing it" leaving out the fact that a certain vigilante group might do something brash and calculated without poise, it was the only reason why he hadn't joined them, lack of organization.

"Good, make sure on the way out that Pettigrew knows you've reported in, he's ecstatic about his work with this project" 'yes the rat would be ecstatic about anything debased as killing wouldn't he'. Gliding past the stoic guards, half way down the large flights of stairs he runs in to the "bumbling idiot" as he like to call him, Pettigrew.

"Ahhh, you're here, have you reported?" twitching at every word slightly.

"Yes, and I'd rather not have to, but I do because he wants this to be perfect, and who is a better financier than me?" Gripping his walking stick tighter, walking off with out waiting for a response.

Hearing a faint rat like snarl up the stairs heading in the opposite direction. Continuing further down the stairs he comes to an ornate stone door and taps with his cane saying the only Parseltongue word he could speak, a password bestowed by a spell made by Voldemort himself. Disappearing, he stepped through the doorway to an archway with several ornate gems adorning it, and runes carved all along the obsidian archway. A pedestal right next to it consisting of a basin and and a sharp needle sticking out of the center, amethysts circling the edge of the basin glowed.

'Damn Voldemort and his pure blood fascinations' pressing his palm on the needle till it impaled his hand, avoiding crying out in pain. Blood seeped out down into the bowl, swirling then melting into the solid stone. Closing his eyes before the burning light bursts from portal. He pulls his hand from the needle healing its self instantly as it slides off of the needle. Walking swiftly through the soft blue, liquid light, he ends up in a room similar to the one he was just in, but this one is in Malfoy Manor.

Shrugging off the feeling of being split for a second, he quickly walks through a opened doorway into his private office. Sitting down in his posh armchair behind his desk, he watches the portico fade into being just another bookshelf in his bookshelf wall. A house elf runs in out of breath

"Get me my son" glaring holes through the insignificant creature.

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Harry rolled over in his bed pulling the sheets over his head as the soft light streamed in through the open window. Fresh air blowing in a scent of rain and wet flora. Finally throwing off covers, he stares out at the rainy day. Taking in the peaceful setting, he looks over the discarded remnants of his different meals. Half-eaten chicken on one plate with some presorted vegetables, another plate holding some leftover pasta.

Stepping onto the cool hardwood floor, stretching as he walks over to a sleeping Hedwig. Tapping her once, then twice on her wing till she hoots out of being disturbed from her sleep. Staring at him for a reason to her being woken up, he reaches on to his desk and gets the left over chicken and grabs a letter he had been working on the night before, tearing pieces of chicken and feeding it to her, he ties the letter to her leg. "Take this to Hermione, and if she needs you to send a letter back to me or Ron do it for her". Finishing eating the chicken, she hoots twice and and flies out the window.

Now Harry was agitated, after staying in the dreaded number twelve Grimmauld Place for a week, his loneliness is starting to sink into him. Right after he went to his little visit with the people he barely called family, he returned to this place for his rest instead of going to the Burrow because he just didn't feel ready to be intermixed with everyone. Cleaned completely out after the Orders finest took their time and used everything they could to get it clean to make a better headquarters. They still resided there, coming and going as they pleased to Harry's instructions. He was left undisturbed in Sirius room, left to himself as part of the conditions to them using the newly renovated house.

Searching through a pile of spell books he hadn't read yet, he finally choose one, a particular book on spells using spinning dodges. Sitting down in a comfy armchair he poured himself into the book looking over spell after spell. He read more spell books than he had ever had in the past week than he read in most of his summers combined. Reading four hours of Circular Roundabout Magic finally started to take a toll on his stomach.

Harry listened at the doorway for after he opened it to see if the house was empty. After a minute of utter silence he crept down the stairs to the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge he takes out a loaf of bread, some swiss cheese, turkey, lettuce, and some pickles. He goes into deep thought mode as he prepares his sandwich, mostly about the lessons Dumbledore had given him.

Something just didn't make sense to him... saying that his "ability to love" was the protection against the lure of darkness, it really didn't seem like that would matter... he would never join Voldemort, never become like any of the evil Death Eaters that have tormented so many people. Finally putting the sandwich together, he sliced it diagonally. Taking a bite while continuing on his thoughts of Dumbledore, he really wanted another lesson from him, something more... just another conversation would have been nice.

Taking a seat at the table, he picked up the Daily Prophet that the Order members usually left for him. Taking a bite then spitting it back up as he came across an article that made him loose his appetite.

Lucius Malfoy Comments

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Acquittal of Charges

After last weeks acquittal of all charges based on the fact that he was at the Ministry in attempt to help in the fight of You Know Who. Recent testimony for Lucius came in through a series of ministry workers who know Lucius personally and all magic events that do suggest he was not apart of the raid on the Ministry. After he was finally taken out of Azkaban, the innocent man said "It was not a problem for me to stay at Azkaban for charges I did not commit, it was all just a misunderstanding that the ministry fully compensated me for. I will be happy to return to normal life, and continue my affairs in peace." The Wizengamot stated it's apology to Lucius after him being imprisoned falsely for a year and they gave him a Honorous Sorcret. A medal given to those who honorably did a deed for for the good of the wizarding world. Though soon after he learned his son was kidnapped by Severus Snape, bringing him to an outrage, saying "The Ministry's lack in competence is most taxing... Severus will pay for what he has done, and I will make sure of that myself"

By the time he was done reading, he was almost sick. "Why in hell would someone let that monster out... who would believe him... them!" He screamed grabbing the knife he use to cut his sandwich, throwing it at the door... luckily it didn't fall on accuracy for at the point Ron walked through the door.

Quickly shutting the door out of fear of being hit by more flying objects "Bloody Hell! Did I do something to deserve being thrown at and is it safe to come in yet" he asked through the cracked opening.

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Well I hope I actually did good at this, PLEASE REVIEW! I need all the criticism and help I can get. I am trying to work on both this tory and another Fanfic... so I am not sure which will get done first. Hopefully this one, the other one is a Co-op fanfic, read it if you would, should be updated very soon hopefully.