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"And just where do you reckon you are going?" Harry jumped in surprise as a warm breath ghosted over his ear the moment he stepped out of the Hospital Wing.
From where he was sprawled out on the floor Harry tilted his head back to glare at Draco. The blond had been leaning against the wall next to the door. "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?" Harry hissed, getting back on his feet and brushing his hands off on his clothes.
A concerned look was on Draco's face as he stepped over to him. "You didn't get hurt, did you? And it is rude to answer a question with a question." Grey eyes raked over Harry's body as if trying to spot any broken limbs. When Draco reached out for him Harry slapped the hands away and took a step away from the blond.
"Sure that you are willing to be seen with me in a public place?" Harry asked, not caring that there was currently no one else in the corridor. "What if someone like your aunt comes by? Are you just going to dump me and act like we don't know each other?"
With all that had happened Harry had in the meantime forgotten the way Draco had abandoned him on New Year's Eve. And when he had last seen Draco, Harry had been focussed on more important things to touch the sore subject between them.
Surprise painted Draco's face but instead of coming up with a sharp retort Draco took a careful step towards him. "You can't still be mad about that. It happened nearly two weeks ago."
Standing his ground Harry simply shifted his weight so he was ready to move with a seconds warning if that should prove to be necessary. "If you hadn't dragged me out of the dungeon, it wouldn't have happened in the first place. I wouldn't have ended in a situation where I might have lost my life because I was somewhere I had nothing to do. And then you would have been killed the very next day!"
From the pink spots on Draco's cheeks the blond was either embarrassed or on his way to get angry. "Damn it Scarhead. It is not like I could have done anything against the dark lord himself. My father was there and if I had dared to go into your defence it would have done you nothing good. If you hadn't worn those ridiculous robes I would easily have gotten you through without anyone paying attention to us."
Narrowing his eyes, Harry placed his hands on his hips as Draco apparently tried to place all the blame on him. "Careful, blondi. I have hit you before, and I can easily do it again."
Automatically Draco's hands flew up to cover the middle part of his face. "You wouldn't dare." Draco declared horrified. "It took hours to make sure that my nose was as straight as it had been before."
"You deserved it." Harry said, taking a step towards Draco so they were nearly standing chest to chest.
"We were eleven years old!"
The excuse did nothing to help with Harry's bad mood. "You tried to lord over me, because you had magic and still lived with your family. If Severus had not come in at that moment something else would have been broken to, I can promise you that."
A sudden grin broke out on Draco's face. "Do you remember the look on his face when he saw the state his living room was in after he broke up our fight?"
At the memory Harry found it nearly impossible to keep a similar expression off of his face. "He was livid. And he refused to let any of us leave until the room was back to its normal state."
Draco grimaced at that. "Who would have thought that forcing us to work together would actually get us to accept each other? If not because it put some of his precious Potions ingredients in danger, I would not be surprised if it actually proved to be something Severus had planned all along."
Harry felt his lips twist upwards in a smile. "Yeah, he yelled, not even half an hour after he had berated us for not using our inside voices."
The two boys shared a smile at the memory. "So are we good?" Draco asked, suddenly looking rather unsure of himself as he offered Harry his hand.
"Fine with me." Harry chided as he gripped Draco's hand, shaking it in the process before he let go. "So, aren't you supposed to be in class?" School started only three days after New Year's Eve. And it was not even lunchtime yet. So by all means Draco should have been in a classroom instead of waiting for him.
"That is one of the good things about being ahead of the class and being the professor's godson. Since Severus knew that you would be allowed out today he scheduled it so we are going over theory and he sent me out to make sure that there would be someone with you once you got away from the dragon. And before you protest, it is fully legal. And even if it wasn't I doubt that anyone of importance would say anything when they see that I am accompanying you. They wouldn't dare to question a Malfoy if they know what is good for them." Draco said the last part loudly while glancing at the portraits they passed.
"How much do you know?" Harry blurted out, the question having plagued him since he had been escorted back to the Hospital Wing four days ago.
Grey eyes flickered over to him before they moved around to check out their surroundings. Harry didn't get any warning as he found himself dragged into a niche, with Draco blocking the exit and Harry's back was pressed against the cool stone wall. "Not that I am not flattered, but you are not really my type. Besides, I thought you planned on marrying Greengrass. Last time I checked my surname was Potter." Harry quickly closed his mouth, realising that he was rambling.
"You are a seer." The confession made Harry freeze up and the beat of his heart picked up until it felt like the organ was working its way out through his chest. "It was a little hard avoiding finding out when I had all the signs right in front of me." Seeing the look on Harry's face Draco hurried on. "After Moody gave you that potion I first thought you were merely unconscious. But you opened your eyes a few times and they were fully black."
Realisation stuck Harry like a lighting bolt. He knew that Draco had studied the book in Hogwarts about the old Greece and therefore also the seers. But where Draco had done it as a part of an assignment for History of Magic, Harry had done it out of necessity.
He had needed to know if there was anything which could give away what he was and how he could possible hide the signs from others, so his secret would stay a secret.
"Some seers' pupils expand whenever they have a vision. As of yet no one has been able to come up with an explanation to this though several theories are going around about it." Harry citrated from one of the books he remembered reading. "Ow, what did you do that for?" Harry rubbed his now sore arm while glaring at Draco.
"How dare you to keep such a secret from me? I could have gotten an O on that assignment instead of the EE professor Binns gave me. And think of all the bets we could have won about the results of the Quidditch matches. I would of course have shared the profit with you." As Draco got a dreaming expression on his face Harry broke down laughing.
Whipping the tears away from his eyes Harry managed to get a hold on himself as he leaned back against the wall. "Only you Draco." He shook his head in amusement.
"My father has always said that it's important to start building your own fortune from an early age." Draco explained with a pout upon his face.
"Even if you had known about it, my ability doesn't quite work like that, so I doubt that you would have gotten much use of it." Harry nearly groaned as he recognised the glint in his friend's eyes.
"Tell me, Harry, how does being a seer actually works? The tomes I have gone through were rather vague about it." Draco said in a voice as if the books were to blame for the bad grade he had gotten. Draco grabbed his sleeve and dragged Harry with him out of the niche. Seeing that they were moving in the general direction of the dungeon Harry figured that he might as well just answer the question.
"I have never met another seer, so I cannot say how it works for them. Other than the books here and what Severus has been able to provide me with, I have been learning from experience." Harry paused, trying to figure out how he was supposed to explain this the best way.
"My visions come easiest when I am asleep, but nothing stops them from coming when they want to. I can hold them at bay for a limited amount of time, but it gives me a killing headache, so unless it is really necessary I try and avoid it." Harry grimaced. The evening he had been facing Voldemort the headache had ended with his head feeling like it was splitting into two.
"One thing I have learned however is that even though I see something in a vision, the future is not set in stone. Sometimes my interference prevents things from happening and other times whatever I do prove to be the catalyst."
"So when you decided to come running like a maniac?" Draco trailed of as they stepped through the portrait leading to Severus and Harry's chambers.
Harry sat down on the sofa and waited until Draco joined him on it next to him. "It was rather by accident. I had hoped to catch you and delay you until the portkey had already left, but I caught up to you too late. And as you know, the portkey went off and took us all with it." Rubbing the back of his head Harry glanced at Draco, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"But yeah, you would probably have died. When I tackled you the Killing curse was heading straight at you." It wouldn't surprise Harry if Mad Eye had been the one to throw the curse at Draco.
A loud shriek left his lips when Harry suddenly found himself lying flat on his back on the sofa. Draco had Harry's feet on his lap, and with a sweep of his wand two soft and fluffy pillows appeared under Harry head. When Harry tried to sit up, a pale hand planted in the middle of his chest effectively kept him in place.
"Draco, you are acting strange." Harry said, stating the obvious. "Have you been a victim of a prank or has there been an accident in Potions which you forgot to mention?" He asked Draco.
"Since you saved my life I now owe you a lifedebt." When Harry opened his mouth to protest, Draco quickly cut him off. "Don't argue with me. I come from a long line of purebloods and any member of one of the old families prides themselves of following the traditions. It would have been something else if you had been a muggle since no one can expect them to understand such a complicated thing. But even though you are a squib you are technically also a pureblood which is all that matters. However since I'm still a minor it means that my parents also fall under this debt."
Harry's brain was trying to process what Draco had told him. Though, never having received the same education as his magical peers Harry was not ignorant. He blamed it on living with Severus. The man had books enough to fill the Hogwarts library and then he would still have some left. And he had insisted that Harry studied them.
But he was getting off tracks. Looking up at Draco, Harry licked his lips, his mind only able to come up with a single question. "How do I get rid of this debt?" He finally asked.
Draco looked positively horrified. "You don't get rid of something like a lifedebt. It's the same as saying that my life is worth nothing in your eyes." Harry winced at the accusation but he knew better than to speak to Draco when his friend was like this.
"Perhaps you will not speak such nonsense if I explain it to you. One thing is reading about it, it's a whole other thing to grow up with those rules. My magic has already recognised that you saved my life, which means that I now owe you a lifedebt, something no one is able to change. Until the debt has been paid back you are under the Malfoy family's protection. And before you say that I do not owe you anything, then let me say this. It's my magic which decides when the debt has been fulfilled. You can think of it like you suddenly gained membership of my family. Like a close cousin or a little brother. And please do close your mouth." Draco told him.
Digging his heals into Draco's thigh Harry did as he was told. "I'm no ones little brother."
Draco simply shook his head. "Harry, Harry, Harry. You're smaller and younger than me. Of course you would be the little brother. It only gives me more of an excuse to protect you." This time Harry kicked Draco though the blond swiftly moved his legs so Harry missed his intended goal.
"I have done fine enough those past years. Believe me when I say that I do not need more protection." Draco seized his ankles with both hands so Harry didn't have a chance to kick him again.
"It appears that you are the only one who assumes that." The silky voice made Harry's head turn in a nearly impossible angle to look at the speaker. The portrait fell shut behind Severus, who had just entered the living room. The hair was greasy from the Potions' fumes, indicating that he had come directly from class.
"What do you mean with that?" Harry asked, as he got his feet freed when Draco was distracted by Severus' arrival. Ignoring the glare Draco sent him Harry sat up, waiting for Severus to answer his question.
Looking him over from afar Severus sat down in his old armchair. "The deal you made is something the dark lord will take very seriously and he will use it to his own opportunity. He has already arranged guards for you and I have been walked through the security measures which he finds necessary to ensure that Dumbledore or the Order will not be able to get hold on you again."
Harry scowled at Severus' words. "The next thing you tell me is that I have gotten a curfew." When Severus failed to deliver an answer straight away Harry jumped up and started pacing the floor. "I didn't agree to this. He has no right to try and dictate my life." Running a hand through his hair several times Harry finally turned around to face Severus.
For as long as Harry had known the man Severus had always been able to come up with a solution to his problems. This time however it did not seem to be the case. "You made a Magical oath with the dark lord. For the rest of your life you are under his protection. You didn't make any demands, so the dark lord has free hands. Should he desire so, he could easily lock you up in some tower and throw away the key."
The impact of Severus' words made Harry's legs give out under him and Harry sat down on the floor, uncaring about the look he got from Draco. Groaning Harry buried his face in his hands. "My life is so fucked up." His voice was muffled by his hands.
Severus' voice broke through his stupor. "It is unlikely that the dark lord would do that." Harry looked over the tip of his fingers and met Severus' black gaze. The man was watching him calmly from his chair. "The dark lord will not risk the mistakes Dumbledore made. Seeing that locking you up and forcing you to have visions only makes you fight and flee, he will use another way, but in the end he will get what he wants."
Listening to Severus' baritone Harry's muscles gradually relaxed. He lowered his hands and settled on fidgeting with one of his sleeves. Harry hated the slight burning in his cheeks. It had been years since he had allowed himself to react like this. Though it felt somewhat good he decided that he would rather avoid those episodes in the future.
Sighing Harry got on his feet and wandered over to the couch. Not a minute after he had sat down Harry found Severus hovering over him with a wand in his hand. "While Madame Pomfrey might be a contempt mediwitch, she does not know your medical story as well as I do. Also, knowing you, it'll be best to check you over to make sure that you have not managed to hide some injury of yours, foolish brat." Severus said, ignoring the low groan from Harry.
A few years back he had realised that this was Severus' way of making sure that he really was okay. It was only because of this that Harry was touched by the fact that the man cared for him that he didn't protest too much about the unnecessary treatment.
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The grime wouldn't get off no matter how hard Harry rubbed his hand. Focussed on his task Harry therefore didn't register that anyone was in front of him until he walked straight into someone as he stepped out of the Potions' laboratory.
Before he could fall two hands seized his upper arms and steadied him. Harry blinked owlishly before green eyes focussed on the person he had just walked into. "Hey Draco." Harry greeted, happy that it wasn't some stuck up pureblood heir he had run into.
Wait, Draco fit that description but at least Harry knew that his friend was unlikely to curse him right on sight. Draco raised a pale eyebrow which completed his annoyed expression. "Do you have any idea of how long I have been waiting for you? And then you do not even apologise!"
"Sorry?" Confused Harry tilted his head to the side. "I didn't know that we were supposed to meet." He sent Draco a pointed glance, waiting for the blond to explain what he had in mind.
At Draco's smirk a sinking feeling settled in Harry's stomach. He glanced towards the door, wondering if it was too late for him to make a retreat. By that time Draco had already started off with him. "I had History of Magic this morning so I had some time to think." Harry wondered if he could knock himself out if he banged his head against a hard surface enough times. "It was then I realised that you need to become more social."
Hearing what Draco said Harry dug his heals into the ground though it didn't do much to stop the pureblood. "Draco, have you lost your mind? Even if I wanted to be social, which I don't, people here wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. Besides, I have you and Severus, I don't need to know more people."
From the look Draco sent him over his shoulder Harry guessed that it had been the wrong thing to say. If anything it only made Draco look more determined. "Nonsense. While you were in the Hospital Wing, rumours about your seer status started to swirl. People are curious. They want to know if there is any truth in those. It's the perfect time to build some connections."
Instead of turning left and heading for the entrance, Draco dragged him down the opposite direction. Harry trailed behind Draco, refusing to admit the fact that he was pouting, while he dragged his feet after him.
Severus had ordered him to bed early yesterday and Harry had thought that it was because he was fresh out of the Hospital Wing. This morning he had found himself out of bed before the sun was up. Even with the help of those students Severus assigned detention, plenty of work had hobbled up for Harry to do.
Wherever Draco was taking him Harry sincerely hoped that there would be some kind of food. Other than a light breakfast he had gotten nothing to eat and they were well over lunchtime. If anything he wouldn't be surprised if they were closer to dinner rather than lunch.
Down in the dungeon it was like a labyrinth. Harry supposed that it was done on purpose. Salazar Slytherin had probably done it so his students would be well protected in the case than someone was inane enough to attack the school and actually got past the remaining protections. No matter how Harry looked at it, the man was paranoid.
But the dungeon had been a good place to be whenever he didn't want to be disturbed.
As for where Draco was taking him Harry got his answer when the blond stopped in front of a bare wall. "Slytherin's common room" Harry breathed out, and he winced at the look Draco sent him. As his status as a non-student he wasn't supposed to know where the four common rooms were. "I saw it in one of my visions." He merely said with a shrug.
"Vetus Graecia." Draco merely said. Harry frowned before his brain came up with what he believed was the most correct translation. There was no doubt in his mind who had come up with that password.
Grumbling Harry followed Draco through the hole which had appeared when Draco said the password. "You aren't going to let go of that, are you?"
Whatever response he got Harry didn't notice. He was far more busy with observing the room they had just stepped into.
Green, silver and black were the three colours dominating the room. A big fireplace was lit and made sure that it was a comfortable temperature despite them being underground. Harry noticed how the armchairs and couches were placed in groups. It made it so one was able to study in somewhat peace or perhaps plot with the fellow snakes without being disturbed by others.
As he finished studying his surroundings Harry turned his attention to the people in the room. To his surprise it was only in the sofa group nearest the fireplace that a group of students sat, the rest of the room was vacated of people. By Draco's lack of surprise Harry assumed that this was arranged.
Before Harry had a chance to see them, he found himself dragged over to the small group. For every step Harry took he felt himself grow tense. Even without moving his gaze from the ground Harry felt how he was being watched. It made him stumble over thin air before he managed to straightened himself and Harry blushed at the sound of a soft chuckle.
When Draco came to a stop so did Harry. To his regret Draco had let go of him and with his hand the small feeling of comfort was gone too. "Everybody, this is Harry Potter, ward of Severus Snape and a seer." Draco presented him.
Unable to think of anything to say Harry fell back on what Severus had drilled into his head for whenever he was among purebloods. "It's an honour to meet you all." Harry spoke as he bowed from waist up before he straightened up again. Despite the soft spoken words Harry allowed his gaze to meet with everyone. To his annoyance he was unable to read any of their expressions. Though now that he thought about it, Harry supposed that it was not that much of a shock.
The five Slytherins were all in Draco's year of school and if Harry remembered correctly those were heirs and heiress to some of the more important British families, at least in the Wizarding world. Even without Draco there to present them for him, Harry would at least be able to say what families each of them were from.
"He's so adorable." The girl said, almost jumping from her seat on the couch. "Hello, my name is Pansy Parkinson." The girl, nearly a woman spoke. She was rather pretty, Harry supposed. The only one who he could think of being able to outdo her were the females of the Greengrass family. Every time she moved, her dark, shoulder long hair bounced around, as if it had a life on its own.
When Harry made no sign of answering she continued, not the slightest bit put off by his lack of reaction. "I am the heir to the Parkinson family. I like winter because of the snow and my favourite colour is blue. Royal blue to be exact. I enjoy spending time with my friends and Blaise, who is my boyfriend. I also-"
"Do you always talk this much?" Harry's mouth snapped shut as soon as the words had left him. The girl blinked, seemingly surprised by his outspoken.
A dark chuckle, the same which had sounded when Harry nearly had stumbled over his own feet, sounded from the male next to the Parkinson girl. The arm wrapped around her shoulders didn't escape Harry's notice.
The boy was clearly of Italian descent. He was rather tall, dark skinned with high cheekbones and long, brown slanting eyes. The smile he sent Harry was pleasant and if it was not for the proof that he was together with the Parkinson girl. "This is Blaise Zabini and over there is Theodore Nott."
Harry's eyes moved over to the next boy as Draco presented him. Theodore Nott looked up from the book he was reading. The tome was nearly bigger than the thin boy.
In another sofa Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were seated, their muscled bodies forced them to sit close together. Harry's green eyes unwillingly lingered at the cakes they were slowly devouring. His stomach moaned at the sight of the food disappearing into their mouths and out of sight.
"Come Harry, join us." Harry wasn't given the time to answer before he found himself in a small couch with Draco next to him. Unlike yesterday Draco didn't sit close and Harry missed the comfort the small gesture would have offered.
He nearly jumped out of his skin, when Pansy suddenly stood in front of him. The girl had narrowed her eyes as she looked at him closely. If he didn't know better he would have thought that her eyes would be able to burn holes through his clothes.
"Darling Draco, you are right, he is an absolute sweetheart to look at." Two arms wrapped themselves around his neck and Harry found his face pressed against something very soft. The only positive thing he could think of, was that at least his blush was hidden from view.
"Pansy, I think you are choking him." Just as fast as the arms had come they disappeared again and Harry drew in a thankful breath as his airways were no longer blocked.
Coughing Harry leaned a little forward, his body tense in case that the girl would try anything like that again. If that was the case then Harry was prepared to flee for his life. "Are you alright, Harry?" Draco asked. Mutely Harry nodded as he sat back in the sofa. Warily he glanced over at Pansy, who was already back at her seat next to her boyfriend.
Harry made a mental note to keep an eye at the girl in the future. If she could move that fast, he wanted to be prepared in case that she should ever find a reason to attack him. Thinking that over Harry decided to simply be prepared whenever they were in the same room.
"Behave and concentrate, Pansy. There is after all a reason to why I took Harry with me here." At Draco's words Harry peeked up. Until now he had still been given no explanation to what he was doing here.
Pansy nodded sharply as her eyes returned to Harry, running up and down his body. "Focus, right, I can do that." At her frown Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Sorry to say it, but grey is so much not his colour. I would go for darker shades. Green would really bring forth his eyes. I have never seen such an intense green. Are you sure that it's his true eye colour? I have heard that muggles have something called lenses. It could be something like that. Normally I would guess a glamour, but since he's a squib-"
Harry rose and Pansy cut off her sentence in surprise. "If you would please excuse me." He merely said in response to the look he got from his six peers. However before he got far Harry found himself physical retrained. It seemed like Draco had learned well from that one time Draco had attempted to stop him with magical means.
"Harry, why are you going?"
Though he knew he was going to regret this, Harry looked black. Mentally he winced at the look Draco sent him, which reminded him of a kicked puppy. Sighing Harry knew it when he had lost. That didn't mean that he was just going to throw in the towel. "If you are going to act like I'm non-existing I might as well leave. There are things which I can do rather than listen to what colours suits me or not. In case that none of you remember it, the rules clearly state that a squib is only allowed to wear grey robes." Harry said.
Despite his own words Harry followed Draco back to the couches where he once again was settled down. As soon as he sat down, the Nott heir looked up from his book with an almost regretful expression. "While what you say is true, do remember that you are also a seer. Therefore, while you'll still have to wear something grey, it doesn't have to be much. Pansy merely wanted to see you so she knew what she had to work with." With that said Theodore once again disappeared behind his book, leaving Harry to sort through what he had just been told.
Harry wisely kept his mouth shut, while Pansy kept going on what colours he could use and which one he should avoid at all costs. Draco heartedly debated with her. Harry's didn't even try to participate in the discussion, but merely made a neutral sound whenever one of them spoke to him.
From next to Pansy Harry noticed the sympathetic look he got from Blaise. It's clear that the Zabini heir had gotten used to the duo's discussions but he also felt for Harry.
When he had spoken up, Harry hadn't thought that any of them would actually listen to what he said. He had no doubt that if this had happened before he's been outed, they would just have laughed at him. But then again, he wouldn't have sat with them like this. Chances were that he instead would have been in their quarters or helping Severus in one of the laboratories.
It was while he watched Blaise that Harry felt the headache announce its arrival. At first he simply ignored it, not wanting to break the good mood. But as the headache grew in strength Harry shifted uncomfortably. Normally he would have found a hiding place by now. Somewhere quiet and dark where he was unlikely to be disturbed while he waited this one out.
His impression of Vincent and Gregory were that they were slow wizards with a tendency to follow instead of leading, simply because it was much easier. And yet it were those two who first noticed that something was wrong.
"Are you pregnant?" The question startled Harry and if not for the pain behind his eyes Harry would have laughed. As it was he could only shake his head mutely. "Are you sure? Because my cousin looked like that when she was about to give birth to her first child." Vincent continued.
"He doesn't look pregnant." Gregory said.
Vincent huffed. "And how do you know that?" Through the pain Harry wondered if they were acting like this on purpose, or it this actually was how they usually were. Both options were rather disturbing.
Gregory looked at Harry's stomach pointedly. "Aren't pregnant people, you know, supposed to be fat?"
As only now seeing Harry's lack of fat, understanding dawned for the other boy. "I suppose you are right. Do you think he has eaten too much candy?"
If there was any response to Vincent's question Harry didn't hear it.
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Harry didn't recognise his surroundings. But the costly artefacts and moving portraits around him made him believe, that he was in some pureblood's home.
Unlike when he had been under the influence of the vision enforcing potion Harry was not thrown from one vision to another until he was left too dizzy to figure out what foot he was supposed to stand on.
Being in this ghostlike stage Harry let his eyes wander. He knew that there was no use of trying to force anything to happen. So he decided to just wait for now, knowing that there would be a reason to why he was seeing this.
The room he was in was a bedroom and it probably belonged to a female, if the decorating was anything to go by. The room had been done in a rose colouring, with plenty of useless decorative things lying around. Over the bed a portrait of a young woman, enjoying her evening tea, hang. Harry frowned at the oddity. While he knew that purebloods prided themselves of their ancestors most of them kept the portraits out of the bedroom to have some privacy.
Further observation was stopped when the double door opened and the sound of laughing voices drew his attention to those who had just entered.
"Why me?" At the sight of the barely dressed pair Harry's first instinct was to cover his eyes. Feeling like some peeking Tom Harry stumbled his way to the back wall, where he was stopped from going any further.
Meanwhile the couple had moved over to the bed, if the sounds were anything to go by. Knowing that he was there for a reason, Harry uncovered his eyes. Harry jumped out of the way when a pair of shoes came flying in his direction. One of them passed through his body, reminding Harry that he was not really there.
Uncomfortable with the pair in the bed Harry decided to watch the portrait. The woman in there, seemed unfazed with what was happening right in front of her. As if she was used to this kind of activities, or perhaps even enjoying it. When Harry risked a quick glance at the bed, his face coloured and he quickly looked away.
By now the man and woman had shed all their clothes. If not for the differences in their skin colours he wouldn't have been able to tell where one body ended and the other one began.
A sound which Harry didn't connect with a bed when it involved lovemaking drew Harry's attention back to the pair. The woman was lying on her back, her dark hair spread over the pillows. The male was sitting across her, the bed sheets pooling around them and luckily hiding most of their bodies from view.
But where the man's hands before had been busy roaming over the woman's dark skinned body one of them now held a knife, already tainted by red blood. The other hand was out of view, but Harry assumed that it was used to keep the woman in place.
Again and again the man brought down the knife, and Harry flinched, feeling sick to the bone. He took a step forth before he remembered that there was nothing he could do other than watch the murder happening right in front of his eyes.
Distinctly he noticed that the woman in the portrait had disappeared. Harry assumed that she was off to alert someone. But when he reached that person it would already be too late. The amount of damage done to her was nothing something one could survive unless a miracle happened.
Apparently the man had reached the same conclusion, as he stopped after a last stab. The man cleaned the knife in the bed sheds before he stood. Once again Harry wanted to cover his eyes as the man stood not far from him, only dressed in his birthday suit. This time he didn't allow himself to do as he wished. As the man started dressing himself Harry watched him closely, though his eyes stayed over waist level.
Once dressed and with the knife hidden in his robes, the man looked around the room. For a moment his eyes rested on where Harry was and the seer feared that the man might actually be able to see him. However he calmed himself with the fact that he man wouldn't have acted this carefree if he had known that there was someone watching him.
Even after the man had left the room Harry stood as frozen, staring into space. There had been something familiar about the man's blue grey eyes, but as it was Harry was unable to place where he had last seen those eyes.
Shaking himself out of his stupor Harry dragged his feet over to the bed where the still warm corpse lay.
Had he not seen her alive, Harry would have had a hard time with imagining what a beauty she had been when she had still been alive. Her face was frozen in pain and fear, very telling about how her last few seconds had been. Noticing the blood soaked sheets Harry's eyes travelled downwards to the wounds.
In such a short amount of time the attacker had managed to do quite some damage to her upper body. It didn't look human anymore if Harry should be honest with himself. Even the ribs had cracked under the forced used during the attack.
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When Harry opened his eyes he found himself lying flat on his back. Hovering over him was Draco, though it took Harry a moment to focus enough to realise who it was.
Groaning Harry pushed himself up in a seated position, while he pushed away the hands which tried to hold him down. As a positive thing the headache was no longer plaguing him. But his throat felt dry and swollen, indicating that he had screamed sometime during his vision.
Harry managed to put up a shaking smile while he pushed himself to his feet, stumbling a little before he found his balance.
"I need to see Voldemort." He rasped out, already heading for the exit.
Vetus Graecia should mean Old Greece on Latin, I used Google translate, so if it is wrong, please tell me so I can correct it.
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