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THE RETURN OF SLYTHERIN
-CHAPTER FOUR-
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He opened his eyes warily. Even if he couldn't see clearly yet he could make out that he was in a dark room somewhere. In other words he wasn't at the hospital any longer. He didn't know if he should be relived; but as it must have been Lucius Malfoy who brought him here the future didn't look to bright for him and he supposed what he should be feeling would be the oposite from relived..
SALAZAR'S POV (If you can handle it...)
Alright, so this wasn't one of my most brilliant jokes, I admit it, Okay? he thought as Malfoy took Harry away. Yes, he was awake in all but the body. He could hear what was being said around him and he could sense people by their spirit, in a wizards case, their magic but he couldn't even move a finger.
He had gained this unusual but very useful trait, seeing people's magic, when he went through a dark ritual a couple of centuries ago, but that wasn't important right now. What was important was Harry. He had to go after Malfoy and take Harry back before all his plans were ruined. He knew that he had to kill Voldemort if Voldemort killed Harry. They both had to stay alive to keep the balance between good and evil, no matter how cliché it sounded. Since Voldemort and Harry were both the very keys to the ballance, he didn't want to ruin that by killing those two said keys. He would try his outmost to keep anyone from dying. In other words: for his own part he'd like to keep them both alive and healthy.
He could speak to people by mind force but it took a lot of magical energy to do so and because of that not many people had managed it through the ages and therefore the art was now forgotten since way back in time. Althrough, the mind speech wasn't forgotten, but it wasn't the same as mind force.
Malfoy, that fuck up one-of-a-kind-blonde was a huge problem. The Malfoys had always meant trouble for far as long as the family had existed. He couldn't understand how Malfoy had found out their whereabouts so easily. Another mystery were why Malfoy had come alone? He hadn't sensed someone else and death eaters always went at least two and two, that was common knowledge. It didn't make any sense. This was all very good reasons to worry, but he felt most troubled at the second one. Why had Malfoy found them, when he in truth shouldn't even had the slightest idea of this whole fiasco?
Salazar was determent to find out, and rescue Harry so he used all his energy to awake his body. It was easier said than done. It was a slow process and time was something he didn't have to much of. When he awoke his nerves he also begun to feel the pain he had been too numb to feel before. His doctors had noticed him beginning to wake up and they began to drop in more often, not because they had to, but because they were curious of his condition.
Two long days later after Harry's 'kidnap' Salazar woke up fully. The first thing he asked for was painkillers. His head was killing him. Now he understood what Harry had been bitching about during his visits while the boy thought he couldn't hear him. Back then he hadn't had the energy to use his mind force to talk to Harry.
Two doctors and one nurse entered his room. One of them spoke.
"How are you feeling?" a doctor asked him.
"How do you think?" he snarled and the other two chuckled.
"He's just like his son," the other doctor said to the other. The other doctor nodded knowingly. Slytherin instinctively didn't like the first doctor who had spoken. If there was something he trusted it was his fine instincts, so he decided to keep the man short. The doctor seemedvery young and arrogant.
"My name is Dr Hanson," the first doctor said.
Slazar gave him a glare and was secretly pleased that the man looked away quickly. "I could say it's a pleasure meeting you but that would be a lie," he responded dryly. The doctor glared at him but before he could speak the other doctor interfered. Now, this doctor was a whole other side of the coin. He liked this doctor. He had a calming effect.
"My name is Dr Cloy. I've had the pleasure taking care of your son after Dr Hanson took some time off," he said kindly. Slyhterin sensed that there was some undertones in what Dr Hanson said, and he suspected it was critic against Dr Hanson which, naturally, only made him like this doctor more.
"Speaking of which, where is he?" the nurse asked.
"Uh, I think he went home," Slytherin responded.
"How would you know? You were unconscious," Dr Hanson said suspiciously.
"Well I woke up," he said defiantly and looked at the doctor, daring him to question him.
"He wasn't supposed to go," the nurse said concerned.
He shrugged. "He'll be alright," Salazar drawled. Dr Cloy smiled.
"You two seem to be very independent," he said.
"We are," Slytherin confirmed but his thought were elsewhere. If he could just sneak out…
"Do you have problems remembering?" Dr Cloy asked him.
"Huh? No, no problems at all," he responded.
The doctor adoped a serious face. "Your son had. I thought we'd take you on a quick update of your son's condition if you're up to it?" the doctor asked.
"Sure," he said. The doctors began to talk and tell him things he already knew. He wasn't interested in what they had to say. If he only had a cauldron and a couple of ingredients he'd brew a potion that would get rid of all his pain and injuries in no time. But he couldn't very well ask for it without risking being sent to the loony-house.
Another day passed and by now he could stand up without any help. He demanded to be signed out even if the doctors protested and advised him strongly against it. Yert they couldn't do anything to hold him there. He knew the law. So he checked out and began to search for Harry. It seemed to be an impossible job. He could be anywhere in the world right now. Trust Lucius to have land and houses in all kinds of countries. Salazar was determined to find him no matter what and when Slytherin had his mind set on something the world better watch out.
"Hey you!" he shouted and grabbed a young man with a striking platinum blond hair which had a familiar arrogant grace in Diagon Alley. The man spun around quickly and made Slytherin loose his grip. Before he knew it the man had a wand pressed against his throat. He stared into silver-grey eyes. The man's eyes widened.
"Potter?" he asked asked astonished. Salazar decided to get the upper hand once again now when Draco Malfoy was shocked to the core. He decided to dismiss all the similarities he had with Potter.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he denied. "The name's Randle. Now listen carefully because I will only say this once, I need to find your father. It's important. Do you know where he is?" he asked in a low drawl and pressed his own wand against Malfoy's heart without making anyone passing by see it. He had already snatched Malfoy's own wand and held it steadily in his hand. Draco Malfoy's eyes narrowed dangerously. Only slits of grey could be seen.
"Who the fuck are you? My father," he spat "Is in Azkaban. Everyone knows that." Slytherin narrowed his own eyes. The Malfoy heir spoke, what he thought, was the truth. Salazar understood the teen truly had no idea about what was going on, which only made him more suspicious. What was Lucius really up to? Draco didn't know shit so he roughtly let him go. Draco took a step back and glared. Salazar didn't care because he was deep in through, and not so little irritated at this new revelation.
In the meanwhile Draco had gained his bearings again and decided to play the tough guy. "Who do you work for?" he snarled.
Slyhterin looked at him icely. "None of your business, and forget you've ever seen me, you got that?" he said in a dangerous voice and Malfoy paled a little but tried to stand his ground. His shaking hands gave him away, big time.
"Why should I? You don't mean shit to me," he said.
"No but Potter does," he said evilly. It was at times like this when he loved his skill of reading body language. "I could see it in your eyes when you though I was him. You love Potter in your own kind of way but you hide it behind a mask of indifference and coldness. I can see through that," Slytherin said coldly. Draco paled and his mask slipped. He was looking horrified at the prospect of someone discovering his little secret. If Slyhterin hand't know it before, Draco's face certainly conformed his Suspicions.
It was true, Draco Malfoy truly did feel something for Potter. Perhaps Slyhterin had cheated a bit, he hand't only found that out from body language, but he had also read the young Slyhterins mind. Mind reading was another art he had learned. Many thought it was a way to read exactly what a person thought but it wasn't. There was no way anyone could read exact words from what someone thought. Mind reading is about grasping certain feelings. That's what he had done with Malfoy.
Malfoy probably didn't even know it himself that he loved Potter, he was probably denying it, but sooner or later he'd know, Slytherin reasoned. He could see no harm in a Malfoy loving Harry, it could even come in handy one day. Therefore he would see through his fingers, even if he could end the little cruch right here and now.
"What will you do to him?" the Malfoy asked quietly but his eyes burned with anger. No one liked giving out blackmail material, and certainly not a Malfoy.
"Nothing if you shut your mouth, do we have an agreement?" Slyhterin asked smartly. Draco nodded. His teeth were clenched hard together, and when they shook hands he gripped Slyhterins hand tightly, as if he wanted to squeeze the life out of it, which was probably true. Slytherin pretended he hadn't felt a thing as he let go of the hand.
"Good. Have a good day," said Slytherin and disappeared into Kockturn Alley.
Okay, so young Malfoy was an blind track, but there's plenty of sources left to deal with, he thought as he walked among the shadows further down the alley.
"I do not fear you," Harry hissed out with his green eyes blazing at the man. "Nor will I ever," he whispered dangerously. He was chained up against a cold stone wall. His whole body ached. He was cold and bloody. Old sweat was sticky on his skin, and he felt weak but he wouldn't give up. He had been through worse. He was currently in some kind of dungeon, he didn't know where they were located.
Lucius face chilled when he heard that.
"You will learn to show me respect Potter! And once you've done that I'll bring you to the Dark Lord."
"You can try," Harry said daringly.
"I will do whatever it takes," Malfoy responded and his eyes were as cold as ever. Harry didn't doubt that threat, but decided to continue with the baiting and defiance.
"You have no idea about the expense of that," he spat. "You will never break me but you can try! You'll be the one going down so hit me with your best shoot!" he said darkly.
In pure rage the blonde man pointed his wand at Harry and uttered the forbidden word; Crucio.