Shadowed Evil
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters but I wish I did... as does anyone else!
Warnings: Blood...
Chapter 4.
Black Blood...
"Harry! Harry wake up!" yelled Ron struggling to budge the mass of sheets that was 'Harry'
"Ron!" whined Harry "Its Saturday go wake someone who wants to get up!"
"Harry! Something happened last night," announced Ron still shaking Harry, his expression growing more excited by the second.
"So what?" groaned Harry burrowing his head deeper into his thick comforter.
"Draco's in the hospital wing..." said Ron annoyed at his friends tone.
Harry sat bolt up.
"What?" he asked simply.
"The teachers are really worried and the rumor is it has to do with..." Ron trailed off looking a bit unsure for a second.
"Who?" asked Harry
"You know who..." said Ron quietly
"Voldemort..." Finished Harry.
Ron flinched but was still smiling.
"Let's go see," said Ron smirking.
"Why?" asked Harry
"Don't you want see the Ferret in pain?" asked Ron smiling.
Harry remembered Draco turning the class against him in potions when Harry's potion had turned acidic and burnt through the cauldron and the desk.
Harry had wanted to chuck the contents of the cauldron onto Draco for that but he decided against it as Snape had given him yet another F for his potion not to mention a detention of sorting out dragon scales and Veela blood.
"Fine" said Harry giving a small smirk in reply
Ron and Harry snuck the invisibility cloak down stairs where they put it on and crept together into the Hospital Wing.
A large white curtain hung around one of the beds. Harry was having second thoughts and was starting to slow down, but he didn't stop his steady pace not wanting to disappoint Ron (but if Harry had stopped Ron would have happily turned back with him).
Harry and Ron slipped through the curtains and Ron stopped and gaped, Harry looked at the frail boy that looked remarkably like Draco, but something was wrong.
Draco's breath was very slow and ragged; he was shivering even though several blankets covered his frail form.
Suddenly Draco flinched and he opened his eyes. His quicksilver eyes seemed glazed and they shimmered with confusion. Then without warning Draco began to weep and quiver under the sheets.
Footsteps came near the curtain; Harry and Ron quickly escaped from Madam Pomfry as she (almost) ran in holding a bottle of silver potion.
"Draco you must drink this" ordered Madam Pomfry, but Draco refused.
"No it makes me sleep! He's waiting for me! NO!" wailed Draco shaking all over now (he was in shock)!
"Please Draco it protects you I swear" she whispered as she forced the lip of the bottle onto Draco's quivering lips.
Draco shook his head refusing to drink as more tears dripped down his pale cheeks.
"Please Draco... Snape said that it would protect you" Draco stopped shaking his head and after a pause he gave in and drank a little then refused any more.
Madam Pomfry angrily stamped her high heal shoe on the marble floor before walking away, mumbling "I'll get someone to help me make you have some more"
Ron nudged Harry as Draco lent over the side of the bed and spat out the liquid, then with his remaining strength tried to sit up.
Finally, after several exhausting attempts, he sat up, he breathed heavily as it must have been a struggle for him. Then Draco slipped his feet over the edge of the bed and tried to stand, only collapse in exhaustion.
Shakily Draco pulled himself onto the bed, he let his head fall against the pillow only to find it was harder to stay awake then he thought.
After a pause Draco fell asleep but this time something else was happening, Harry could feel it...
Draco found himself in a white room; across from him was a hall that branched off into hundreds of corridors.
Splatters of blood trailed along them. Using them as a path Draco stood and followed forgetting the Shadow and the dangers of his dreams.
Draco tried to turn and run as he followed the blood. But his legs seemed to move at their own accord.
The white walls seemed too bright and clean, where someone had left the trail of blood behind. It was so confusing to Draco yet it seemed too hard to bother thinking about it.
Draco began to worry about the person who was bleeding, there was so much blood for one person, and it seemed impossible for them to still be alive.
Draco began to run after the trail, after a few corners he saw a boy his age leaning against a white wall, the blood lead to him.
The blonds eyes widened in horror as he recognized the same raven black hair and thick round-rimmed glasses.
"P-Potter?" asked Draco recognizing the limp body, suddenly Harry opened his eyes. They no longer were forest green but they burned flames of crimson.
"Back for more" whispered the Shadow's voice from Harry's mouth.
"P... Potter isn't the Shadow," whispered Draco, trying desperately to run but his legs refused to budge.
"No..." laughed the creature shedding the skin like a snake, except for blood that erupted as he did this.
Draco stared at the remains of 'The boy who lived and so on and so forth' in utter terror
"P-Potter c-can't die..." He stuttered, thinking he had gone crazy.
"Oh... yes he can." Hissed the Shadow, smiling cruelly
"Catch!" yelled the Shadow.
Draco's head automatically shot up and he raised his hands. Suddenly he felt something warm and wet, land in his hands. Draco wanted to drop whatever it was and run but was too scared to move. After a while Draco looked down slowly and found himself holding the head of his father, blood gushed from the new wound that was made by the Shadow.
The Shadow started to cackle sending shocks of confusion and agonizing grief through Draco.
"All you see is what is going to happen!" Were the last words from the Shadow before Draco lost his remaining control and he screamed!
Harry watched in horror as Draco let out a gut-wrenching scream. Draco sat bolt up in his bed and clutched his head and screamed louder this time.
Draco shook himself violently as to rid himself of the expression his father who had looked horrified.
Harry watched as Draco lost his balance and fell onto the ground where he writhed in pain and agony.
Snape ran through the curtain followed by McGonagall and Dumbledore all looking horrified at the boy's state.
Snape held the silver potion, as McGonagall helped Dumbledore hold Draco still.
Another scream escaped Draco's throat but it was cut short as the Shadow killed Ron and Hermione with his bare hands, claws scrapping away their flesh.
Snape got a grip on Draco's neck and poured the liquid down his throat.
Draco almost choked but somehow got the odd gurgled gasp for air. Finally Draco stopped struggling and moaned sickly as the Tranquille Anima took its toll.
Draco tried to stay awake and tell Snape what happened.
"H-h... he said... t-that... I-it would all come t-true," whispered Draco shaking terribly now.
He was in total shock and then without warning he fainted.
Snape knew what that meant and glanced at Dumbledore and he nodded, Snape grabbed a small bottle and poured the aqua liquid down the child's throat.
Soon Draco awoke and saw Snape.
"Who dies?" Severus asked Draco sternly who only shuddered before trying to explain the vital happenings in his head.
"Mum and Dad... then H-Harry, Ron and Hermione" Draco began to cough loudly.
"What!?" gasped McGonagall, not knowing what was happening.
Draco answered with a plea.
"They were killed by the shadow... Snape, stop it from happening please save them" Harry saw the tears in Draco's eyes "...p-please?"
"I'll try," whispered the potion's master, which seemed to calm the boy and he fell into an unconscious state and slept.
The teachers pulled Draco onto the bed and covered him.
"He's getting sick..." mumbled Snape.
"What does that mean?" asked McGonagall still quite shocked.
"The things he's seeing are terrible. When it happened to me I only saw the death of my sister but Draco... he has lots more friends and relatives who can die... I wouldn't be surprised if he loses his mind soon"...
Dumbledore and McGonagall both stared at Draco's limp body in shock.
"His dreams seem to becoming worse... how can we stop him from entering Draco's mind without effecting Draco himself?" asked Dumbledore trying to change the subject even if it was a dark one
"Truthfully... I have no idea... but this will have to do for now" Severus paused to place 'Tranquille Anima' on the bedside before continuing "I must go study this further," said Snape, turning heal and walking out of Hospital Wing.
Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other and nodded then took Snape's lead and went to study.
Harry and Ron stood absolutely still; Malfoy couldn't go insane... who would make fun of them constantly?
Finally Harry and Ron escaped the Sick Wing and made it to their Dorm where they just sat there too deep in thought to talk.
Harry was the first to shatter the silence.
"Who's stupid idea was that!?"
Ron gave an unenthusiastic grin and said
"I didn't think he was that sick..."
"I wouldn't wish that on anyone" Harry whispered shaking his head.
"Wish what on anyone?" asked a feminine voice.
Harry and Ron turned to see Hermione with a grin she stepped into the boy's dorm and locked the door.
"Give in, tell me now." she said sitting on Harry's bed, the two explained what had happened in the sick wing and Hermonie was gob struck.
"We die?" she said.
"That's what he saw," said Ron shrugging his shoulders.
"Hey I'm used to death threats but it hasn't happened yet" said Harry frowning "But that was Trelawney..."
"Did he look ill?" asked Hermione quietly he brown eyes wide in sorrow
"Yes... I was shocked he could even move!" said Ron seriously.
"No wonder." Mused Hermione aloud.
"No wonder what?" Asked Harry, getting confused quite fast.
"You say it was a silver liquid?" she asked.
Ron and Harry nodded.
"That Potion was probably Tranquille Anima!" Eclaimed Hermione before frowning.
"Tranquille what?" Asked Ron.
"Tranquille Anima, it's said to calm the mind and protect it from intruders" said Hermonie suddenly looking a bit sad.
"But that's a good thing... right?" asked Harry.
"Well it is... In small amounts... but it sounds like they have to give it to the victim in small amounts...because it can..." Hermonie let her sentence trail into a silence.
"Because it can?" urged Harry.
"Because it can... kill the person because the liquid makes the person very weak all the time... without the strength to eat and move..." Hermione words spilled out quickly.
Ron went white.
"That's not good," said the red head shaking.
The three friends lapsed into a silence as they thought about this.
"Keep out intruders?" questioned Harry suddenly.
"In ancient times wizards were able to enter their enemy's minds and cast terrible images through nightmares and dreams... and no-one can't not sleep for a long period of time..." said Hermonie still thinking.
"The teachers were talking about a Shadow... as if it was someone," said Ron thoughtfully.
"Voldemort..." Whispered Harry.
Ron flinched but Hermione's eyes widened.
"Voldemort was said to be able to scare his slaves to do his biding even if they were being protected by the Ministry," said Hermione, suddenly understanding.
"But why Draco... his fathers a Death Eater but that's it... he's not that powerful and he has nothing anybody else doesn't" said Harry.
The image of Draco in his state of sickness flashed through Harry's eyes and he shuddered and shook it away and sighed.
The three friends stopped talking after that and Hermione left. The two boys stayed silent before deciding to finish some homework, which proved they were worried...
RG- Yeah!!!! How's that??? What do you think!! Any ideas?? Let me know! It took me forever to write this as I had tones of stuff to get done!!! Big thanks to my Beda Alix!! Thanks so much!!! Hope you liked! Please review!!