Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Roling does. I own F.F. Plot
Feed the cut and get in line
To live and burn is tug-o-war
"Hello, Snape." Harry Phyron Malfoy smiled at his potions master as he entered Hogwarts ground. His body was sore, and his brain a little frazzled from his recent inheritance…but Harry could deal with it.
He was a Malfoy after.
Well…a blood adoptedMalfoy as he'd been told recently.
But a Malfoy none the less.
"Where have you bloody been!?" Was Severus' furious reply as he grabbed a hold on Harry's shirt and dragged him forward.
"Around," Was Harry's flippant answer as he wrenched his body out of Snape's hands and began to swagger towards the castle, his leather trench coat billowed out around him.
"Your family has been worried about you." Snape continued in the same furious tone.
Laughing at the crack Harry only answered with a "—family…" and then went back to not really caring what Snape was saying.
He hadn't been gone that long…Harry mused as they reached the entryway to the castle. Honestly, he didn't even think anyone would notice his absence. It wasn't like they cared.
Go back and forth until it's learned
To suffer now or nothing's gained
Then wake within a freezing sweat
Push and pull, collecting doubt
Starting seeds
Severus Snape had been staring curiously for most of the way towards the castle. In his minds eye he could remember the tiny little minx that the true Malfoy's always talked about. Tiny and feminine looking, Harry had always lit up the room with his blinding smiles and incandescent laughter. But now, seeing Harry now, his face harshly reflected in the moonlight…he looked hauntingly beautiful, and creature like.
Creature like!
In fact, Severus could swear there was something…different about the child walking ahead of him, he seemed…off somehow. Like he was missing something of his usual self. As he stared at Harry, Severus began to note the changing features on him. His eyes seemed a little too tilted and cat like, and as Severus watched Harry walk he noticed that there was definitely a feline like prowl to it.
"Come, Harry," Severus said turning sharply at a corridor that led to the Great Hall.
"Yes, Professor," Harry answered dutifully, and when he smiled Severus could swear that his teeth were just a little too sharp. "Will it be all right?" Harry asked and Snape didn't know what he was talking about. "My not being in my proper school robes?" Harry clarified.
Raising an eyebrow Severus gazed down at Harry's messy attire. He wore a pair of snug black leather pants with silver leaf like designs scattered across them, a spider's silk, crimson shirt hung on his body occasionally lifting over his stomach to reveal creamy flesh. His leathers were tucked into a pair of Chinese horn tailed dragon hide boots that stopped a few inches below his knees. Harry's trench coat seemed to make the outfit…darker.
"Hn…" was Severus' answer as he directed them towards the doors to the Great Hall. As Severus shoved the doors open the talking slowly began to stop, until the room was completely silent.
And then whispers broke out.
Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
"Harry Malfoy…"
"Heard he's started an army…"
"Sexy as hell…"
"Saw him and Julian Zabini making out last holiday…"
Smiling dangerously at the students Harry followed closely behind the Potions Professor.
"The Head Master wishes to speak with you Harry," Snape's voice came towards him, and Harry just nodded in reply.
Causing scenes had never been Harry's thing, it had always been Draco's…But suddenly—upon returning—he felt the need for a change.
He was going to have the upper hand, not Draco.
Besides he was more powerful than Draco anyway.
As they reached the dais where the teachers sat, Harry was aware of the watchful gazes of his fellow Slytherin and the other houses. But he shuffled onward; shoving his hands into the pockets on his pants he allowed a blinding smile to light his face as he faced off with Dumbledore.
"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore began.
"—just Harry, thanks." Harry cut in, smiling even wider at the gasps that lit across the Great Hall room.
It wasn't that big of a deal, honestly, Harry just didn't want to be called something that wasn't true.
Because it wasn't. He was not, and would never be a true Malfoy.
And that was what hurt the most.
"Yes- well then Harry, you have been absent quite some time."
"Just three weeks, no big deal." Harry told him.
Pulling out a vile of Awake potion, he popped off the cork and then drowned it down in one gulp.
Instantly he could feel his body becoming more alive. His creature inheritance had been wearing him down…
He didn't like it. His inheritance, he didn't like the way it drained him if he didn't take the proper steps. He didn't like the way it made him different from the Malfoys'.
Malfoy. There is that bloody, bastardly name again. The name that would never be true for him.
Because he wasn't a true Malfoy
"Harry!" Snape hissed at him. "Watch your manners!"
Harry swallowed a giggle, turning his head away he gazed at the Slytherin table picking out his brother's group as Dumbledore continued to speak to him in low tones.
Well, if you thought about that technically, Harry mused as he ignored Dumbledore's ramblings, they were all Draco's group.
To think, he used to aspire to be just like Draco.
Now he knew that that was something he could never achieve.
"Are you listening Mr. Harry?" Dumbledore asked calling Harry's attention back to him.
Sneering Harry answered; "Not really. No. What were you talking about again?"
But Head Master Dumbledore didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in towards Harry, Dumbledore's eyes gazed into Harry's…He was trying to enter Harry's mind!
"STAY OUT!" Harry snarled into Dumbledore's mind. Harry stepped away, dangerously aware that at anytime he could kill Dumbledore without even trying. "You think to find out my secrets…"Harry's whisper was full of rage and a violent threat that bubbled just below the surface of forced calm he was portrarying.
"I see." Dumbledore said aloud. "Come Mr. Harry, Severus. I believe we will be speaking of this in the privacy of my office."
"Now you wish to do that?" Severus questioned harshly to his Master as he stormed ahead of them out of the Great Hall.
The reason never outweighs the truth
So backing up and lean against
The liars club cometh shame
Wasting farther collecting doubt
Starting seeds
When they walked by the Slytherin table they walked past Draco's group.
Harry knew, just like he knew everything about Draco that he was going to do something to get Harry's attention.
Harry just didn't know that he was going to stand up from the table and roughly grab Harry's arm.
Which was disastrous, to say the least.
"Harry!" Draco hissed as he grabbed a hold on Harry's coat. "Where have you been?"
Bloody hell! Harry knew he should have seen it coming…but he didn't.
Snarling Harry whipped around intending on jumping whoever was touching him.
Since he obviously didn't know it was Draco.
Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
Now, to Draco, this was all astounding in the least.
For starters, he and his family of Malfoy's had been worried sick about Harry ever since he disappeared three weeks ago. They hadn't understood why he had just suddenly…disappeared—or in Draco's case, ran away. And Tom Riddle, the man that Harry had been obsessed with since the years he could first think, had been so racked with worry for Harry that he had cruciated anyone who even made the tiniest of mistakes.
So Draco being Draco and not completely thinking straight when Harry strolled past him intent on following Dumbledore and Severus out of the Great Hall… reacted.
And by reacted he meant standing up furiously and roughly grabbing Harry by the sleeve of his coat and forcing him to face Draco.
He was astounded even more when Harry turned a furious snarl on him.
So hand it off, don't care enough
Cause ignorance, is in blissful reach
Harry was furious, Draco was touching him, asking where he had been as if he cared.
Draco didn't care about Harry at all.
None of the Malfoy's did.
"Do. Not. Touch. Me," Harry snarled at Draco dangerously, and then he turned in a flurry of black leather and red silk and stormed out of the Hall.
Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
Lost inspiration, never played the game
A severed attempt ignored
Feed, the last head trip
So, this ends my first chapter in my new story. It's not going to be very long. I promise.IThinkImParanoid
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