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I suck at summaries so just so you know. This is set for after fourth year. Yes Cedric will be involved and something other than a viel happens to Sirius. When Dumbledore gets an idea there's no stopping him and unfortunately the students at Hogwarts are his latest victims.
Please don't be too harsh in your views just yet. This is one of my first fanfics. I'm currently working on four Harry Potter stories. Yes this is a HP/DM story as well most of my stories. I NEED A BETA FOR EACH ONE! If anyone is interested please let me know I would be very grateful. So anyways on with the show.
When Harry met Firewhiskey
Ch. 1
They had done, they had actually done it. It had taken some time but with a few well placed comments and subtle hints they had tricked not only Hermione but that kook of a headmaster as well to start Hogwarts on an expedition to bringing the school and hopefully certain people and bodies, together. Not only were the Griffindors and Slytherins going to be in the same room but various students from other houses had "volunteered" to participate in the activity. It had been simple enough at first, a few suggestions made at the right moment to Hermione, simple nuding by one of her good friends and she had nearly torn down the hallway to get to Dumbledore's office with her brilliant idea.
The old man had thought it a perfect way to finally achieve the "house unity" he had always pushed. They had a lot of planning to do making the special potions and getting the right people into this little get together. "Okay now you can't mention to Him what's going on," the boy handed a stack of parchment to the smaller girl.
"Of course and the same goes for you. If He finds out what's really going on I'm going to hex you with the worst bat bogey you've ever felt." The older boy flinched, knowing exactly how bad that could be. "Okay so next Tuesday we start phase one?"
"This is the start of a beautiful friendship." The two shook hands and then went their separate ways, not looking back and not giving any indication that they had even been talking. As Monday rolled around and many of the students had thrown a few house parties for the start of school, Dumbledore stood and faced the student body during breakfast.
"Thanks to a very creative student we are going to try a little experiment in 3 weeks. Representatives from each house will spend the weekend together to get to know each other without the constant pressure of other students. Students may volunteer if they wish and will be taken into consideration. The majority of participants will be attending this getaway instead of serving detentions with the teachers. Not everyone will be participating but for those who do, they will earn an extra 30 house points. With that said, Rise and Shine!"
Food appeared on the tables and students started chattering excitedly about the news. Only two students didn't seem all that surprised as they caught each other's stares from across the Great Hall.
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As the Golden Trio made it's way down to the dungeons for their first class of the day, Harry and the others began to discuss in earnest about the news discussed at breakfast. "I just know that I'll somehow be a part of it," Harry sighed and made his way towards his seat in the middle of the classroom. "Well I plan on volunteering, it's not like I usually get detention or anything. Besides Ron's going to do it with me right Ron?"
The red-head turned around and looked sheepishly away as he mumbled a reply that neither of them caught. "Ronald Weasley, you will be signing up with me or so help me I'll write to your mother."
"Fine Hermione, just please don't write to mum. She's been a bit testy as of late ever since and the twins got into the gnomes." Ron winced in memory when he had been enlisted by the gruesome twosome to scavenge some of the nasty creatures from the garden. Laughingly they made their way into the hated Potions classroom and carefully choose the seats near the middle of the class.
Learning from past experiences, they reasoned that anyone in the front of the class would be under constant scrutiny from the potions master and anyone who tried to sit in the back of the class would often be called on to answer questions or help demonstrate the effects of the potion. As the Slytherins made their way inside, they took over the left side of the classroom and as usual Malfoy and Zambini sat near the front, both being exceptionally good at potions. Snape came into the classroom with a flourish but not looking quite so haughty.
"Today class, we will be making Babbling Beverages. Though they are not hard to make, they do take a long time to brew and must be done with precise timing. So I expect to have perfect potions at the end of this class and we will be testing them later. Now pair up! Longbottom and Zambini, Weasley and Parkinson, Granger and Nott, Crabbe and Goyle, Thomas and Finnegan, Potter and Malfoy…."
After finishing the list he turned with a sneer towards the class, "Now I expect very little talking. The only permitted talking should be concerning the potion, not school gossip." A hand towards the back of the class shot up and Snape sighed, "Yes Mr. Finnegan, this better be something related to potions."
Seamus lowered his hand and smiled innocently at the professor, "Sir might I inquire as to when we will be making Love Potion number 9?"
A few students around the classroom snickered, mainly Griffindors, while most of the Slytherin shared looks of interest and were asking why they had never heard of this potion before. Snape glared at Seamus, letting the anger rise and trying to think of one of the worst punishments he could think of. Harry flinched back slightly watching as Snape's face started changing color, from the normal pale tone to something akin to what his Uncle Vernon would sometimes do. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco watched with interest at the reaction the raven haired boy had in the presence of his favored professor. Normally the Golden Boy didn't let the snarky professor's words get to him, but today Harry didn't seem to be in the best of shape.
Trembling slightly, Harry made to gather the potion ingredients as Snape moved to the back of the classroom giving out detentions left and right and taking house points at each mistake. Harry returned a minute later with all the necessary ingredients and seemed to have gotten things under control. "Alright there Potter?" Draco smirked and leaned over closer to him, "seemed like you were a little hot under the collar. Was it Snape that made you do that or is it any guy?" Leaning closer, he began to push the personal boundaries that Harry was desperately trying to keep.
Images came unbidden to the forefront of Harry's mind, trying to blink them away he focused on the potion before slowly being swept down into the horrors of his mind. Draco glared at the still figure, desperate to get any kind of reaction out of the boy, to see something in those vacant eyes. "Well Potter, it seems you have no remark to that or maybe it's because you'd rather have something else there to keep you quiet?" Harry twitched and looked down at the top of the desk, shaking slightly. Draco smirked and took this as a sign that he struck a nerve. Deciding to push his luck, the blonde leaned closer making to collect some of the ingredients for the potion. "Who is it? Huh? Who have you been taking it for? I bet you're nothing more than a whore." He leaned back and went back to work, waiting for the explosion and the following of Snape's detentions thrown about the room. After a few moments, Draco became stunned at the silence and ventured a look up at the Golden Boy and immediately gasped. There hunched over the table and holding his wrist above the empty cauldron was Harry Potter, bleeding his life away into the potions pot.
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Whore… the word echoed through his head. Haunting vision of a fat, bulging man standing over him, leering threatened to make him retch. Frozen unable to do anything, memories played constantly through his mind until he became dimly aware of something gripped tightly in his hand. Yes, now it can end. All of it will finally go away and I won't have to live through this hell again. Harry dragged the blade in his hand across the smooth skin of his wrist, watching his life drain away into the black pot in front of him. Loosing focus, the world around him grew darker like the end of an old fashioned movie. As he lost consciousness a pair of silver eyes floated in front of him and a soothing voice called to him, "Potter? Potter! Harry! Professor!"
Draco watched in amazement as those beautiful green eyes slid closed, disappearing from the world. "Potter? Potter! Harry!" panic set in as the Boy-Who-Lived fell to the side, knocking over the cauldron and watched in horror as the blood drained out of it over the table and onto his shirt. "PROFESSOR!"
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Sighing heavily, Professor Snape turned around to see what the Golen Boy had done this time to upset his favorite pupil, but the sight that met him left him at a loss for words. Paling at the limp figure supported by the Ice Prince was enough to still everyone in the classroom. In a flourish of black, Severus had the boy in his arms and was out of the classroom barking assignments for the next class session. Barely aware of any others students, Snape nearly ran through the corridors, cradling the boy out of sight until he reached the hospital ward. Gently lowering the boy he became aware of the figures bursting through the doors behind him. Four in all made their way to Harry's bedside. Madam Pomfrey moved to the bedside and instantly bandaged his wrist, forcing a blood replenishing potion and pain relieving potion down his throat. After a moment of silence, Poppy looked around the room and it's occupants. Ron and Hermione had found her and Dumbledore as soon as Severus had taken the youth out of his class. Sighing Poppy ran a diagnostic over the youth to make sure there were no sustaining injuries. A sheet of parchment rolled out of her wand and Poppy took it, reading through all of Harry's diagnostic. Near the bottom of the page, Poppy gasped, dropping the sheet entirely. Severus moved over to steady the shaken healer as Dumbledore conjured a chair for the witch. Bending down to pick up the page, Severus ran his eyes over the page. Besides being grossly underweight and short for his age, it seemed like Potter had retained some serious damage to his body. Puzzled Severus continued until his eyes landed on the words that made his blood freeze. Scarring in the anal canal, results of sexual violations and rape. Numbly Severus handed the paper to Dumbledore and silently made his way out of the hospital ward. He made it to the Prefect's bathroom before he became violently ill. The Boy-Who-Live, the savior of the Wizarding World, Griffindor's Golden boy had been stained and no one had known.
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Draco Malfoy watched as a black form came and swooped Harry away, leaving chaos in it's wake. Vaguely the blond heard the potions master order assignments out, but he had not desire to listen to a word that was said. Looking down, he gazed as the deep red leaked closer towards the edge of the table and towards him. Grabbing a vial, Draco managed to gather a good amount of the liquid before banishing it away. Draco slowly packed his books and parchment up. Leaving the now empty potions classroom, the Slytherin made his way down to the dungeons intent on remaining calm and collected until reaching the sanctuary of his own room. Reaching the portrait, Draco mumbled out the password, "Morgana" and stepped through to the common room. Instantly the noise that seemed to fill the entire dungeons was cut off by his entrance. Ignoring the scared looks of his fellow snakes, Draco rushed to his room and to his private bathroom before promptly getting ill. Oh yes, he thought, that worked out wonderfully. Ha-Potter nearly kills himself, potions was cancelled, I'm covered in blood and it's only 9:30 in the morning. Wait… I'm … People that day swore that a banshee had entered Hogwarts, but no one ever did find the source of the inhuman screaming.
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