disclaimer: no, I still do not own harry potter.
warnings: if you've read this far, you should know them by now.
a/n: sorry it took me so long for the update. I'm not totally satisfied with this chapter, but it was the best I could do. so if it's the crappiest chapter so far, apologies.
Chapter Seven"Hello. This is Linda Smut speaking for Channel 7 News. I am coming to you live from New York City, where out of the ordinary things have been occurring as of late.
"Police are investigating a true enigma that has occurred. As you can see, I am standing outside of what used to be an apartment building. On the outside, this building appears to be normal. However, inside is where the mystery begins. Inhabitants of the building were found in the Lobby, each dead. Crime-Scene detectives say it appears as though they were all trying to run away and escape from something; however, police do not know exactly what. Doctors say that although they are dead, all bodies in the Lobby appear to be perfectly healthy, except that they are all in a position that suggests that they were suffering from immense pain.
"Dead bodies are not the only mystery inside this building. Outside, the temperature is a warm, 67 degrees Fahrenheit. Inside, however, the temperature is so cold that water pipes have burst into icicles, a thin ice covers the floor making it slippery, and thin icicles line the ceiling, and…what? –Oh, ok…
"We just received information that one inhabitant seems to have disappeared completely. Mr. Harry Potter, who lived in apartment 8A, is missing, and an unidentified man was found dead in his apartment. Police were and still are very bothered by this discovery. The man's body was found lying in Mr. Potter's bed, with a look of pain and fear on his face, curiously surrounded by roses. The odd thing about these roses, however, was that they were pitch black, stem and flower. Roses such as these do not exist naturally, according to scientists. Doctors conclude that one cause of his death was blood loss, for under further inspection, they found that not a single drop of blood was in the man's veins. However, this whole enigma just grows, for doctors also have admitted that there are no wounds at all on the man's body, and investigators have found no blood at all staining anything in the apartment.
"Investigators are desperately trying to solve this case, and a manhunt for Harry Potter is underway. Please, if you have any information regarding any of these events, please call the police. Once again, this was Linda Smut coming live from New York City for Channel 7 News. Now, back to you in the studio, Claude."
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Neville sat in his study, writing furiously on the parchment in front of him, scribbling down his plans. Potter, you are going to pay once I get my hands on you, he thought, as a small, malicious smile formed on his face. I wonder how long until you hunt me down, Potty? Doesn't matter; take as long as you wish. But I will have my revenge on you.
Neville sighed and stretched when he finished a scroll of parchment. Standing up, he walked to the open window and stared out into the night sky. Somewhere in the distance, he heard a lone howl, filling the air with it's mournful sound. Looking up into the starry sky, he noted it was a full moon
If Remus was alive, that could have been him howling, he thought emotionlessly.
Neville's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash coming from outside of his study. Growling, the boy moved toward the door to see what was wrong with his "lover" now.
Draco stood in the center of the room, broken pieces of a glass tea cup scattered at his feet. The blonde was glaring at something, and Neville saw that it was a black owl. Scowling, Neville asked, "What the hell happened, Malfoy?"
Draco turned quickly, startled that his lover was there. Cheeks turning a little pink from embarrassment, he mumbled, "Well, that bloody owl decided to give me a heart attack. I was making tea, and when I turned around, there it was, perched on the table. I then…sorta dropped the tea cup I was holding."
Neville glared at the blonde, rolling his eyes. Glancing around the room though, he frowned slightly. "How did the owl get in here, Malfoy? None of the windows are opened," he asked rudely.
Draco glared at Neville's tone of voice, but answered nonetheless. "I dunno. It just appeared here. It was carrying this," he said, holding out a piece of parchment to Neville.
The parchment was addressed 'Savior' in glistening red ink, and realization hit Neville hard.
Grabbing the parchment from the blonde, he turned swiftly and stalked back into his study, slamming the door shut behind him.
Draco stared after his lover, scowling. Merlin, does he always have to be so bloody rude? he wondered, annoyed. Turning back to the table, his eyes widened with shock, since the black owl that had just been sitting there was gone.
Shrugging and shaking his head, Draco muttered 'Repairo' and continued making his tea.
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Neville cast a locking spell on the door as soon as he slammed it shut. Looking down at the folded letter,he examinedit closely.
Hmmm…nice touch, Potter, he thought sarcastically when he realized that it wasn't written in ink, but blood.
Unfolding the letter, he was greeted by more glistening blood. The letter was made up of only two words:
Memento mori.
Neville involuntarily shivered. If he knew his Latin as well as he liked to think he did, then 'memento mori' was translated into English as 'remember you will die'.
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Draco sat on the couch, sipping his tea as he stared at the photograph he had taken from the Auror office. The boy looked so familiar, but Draco couldn't place where he had seen him before, besides his dreams. Those eyes haunted him, but from where? Sighing, Draco closed his eyes for a moment-
flashback
Draco choked and gasped when Harry stepped out of the bathroom, wearing his new clothes that they had just bought. The clothes fit Potter so well, but that was not the only reason he had gasped. Since Harry was basically all in black, the boy's vibrant, green eyes stood out even more than usual, and were so entrancing. The blonde felt as though he could get lost in them just by staring into them.
"Um, Draco? Do I look bad or something?"
Harry's voice brought Draco out of his gaze, as he quickly shook his head.
"Come here. Time to dye your hair," the blonde said, feeling slightly nervous when Harry began to walk towards him.
end of flashback
-and immediately snapped his eyes back open, gasping with surprise.
"What in the bloody hell was that?" he wondered aloud, very shocked to say the least. Had it just been another one of his dreams? But, it had felt as though it had been real…but that was impossible.
Suddenly, Draco gasped in pain, putting his head into his hands, scrunching his eyes closed. His head was hurting as though he had just stabbed a dagger through it.
Clutching his head so hard that his knuckles turned white, Draco fell off the couch and onto the floor, screaming in agony.
"Malfoy!"
…And suddenly, the pain stopped.
Trembling, Draco released his head from his grip, and slowly got up, legs shaky, and coming face to face with his love.
"Malfoy! What the fuck were you doing?" Neville yelled, glaring at Draco, who glared heatedly in return, before answering in an annoyed voice.
"If, you must know, my head was hurting-" Slap!
Neville lowered his hand, scowling at the blonde, whose eyes were wide as Draco raised his fingers up to his now bruised cheek. "Don't take that tone of voice with me, Malfoy!"
Draco rubbed his cheek, tears forming angrily in his eyes. "Fuck you, Neville," he said icily, before he ran into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Neville scowled and shrugged as he headed back into his study. He'd deal with Malfoy later.
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Draco was curled up in the bed, silent tears running down his face. He hated fights with Neville so much.
His life was so confusing at the moment – he was currently attracted to and having dreams about a dark lord, and was now having these weird flashbacks. And after having said flashbacks, his head suddenly experienced this weird pain.
Why…? What did he do to deserve this confusion?
Draco sat there for minutes, letting the tears fall. He wasn't even aware that the door had opened until his companion cleared his throat impatiently.
Looking up, Draco's eyes met Neville's. Neville leaned over and kissed Draco quickly on the cheek before getting in bed himself.
"Look. I am sorry for earlier. Good night," Neville said, his voice emotionless as he turned so his back was facing Draco.
The blonde sighed, wiping his eyes as he murmured that it was ok, before he shut his eyes, trying to get some sleep.
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"L-Lucius…I-I can't-t believe y-you're b-back," Wormtail stuttered as he bowed down, kissing the hem of the blonde man's robes.
The rest of the death eaters in the grand meeting hall of the Lestrange Manor (their current headquarters) murmured in agreement to Wormtail, not believing their eyes – their master had finally returned to them.
Lucius stepped back from Wormtail, glaring with his cold, silver eyes. "Yes, I am back. But I am not the only one who has returned."
The occupants of the room looked at the blonde questioningly. Could he mean-
"Yes, Harry Potter has returned as well."
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a/n: no, I don't have a beta (I know it's quite obvious at many points lol). how exactly do betas work (no, I don't mean what they do, I'm not that stupid! I just am not quite sure how they work)?
heh. anyway, I hoped you all liked this chappie!
the next chapter should be out quite soon, since I have it written already. I just have to upload it!
Ooooh…could it be true? Could our sexy draco finally be remembering the truth? mwahahahaha…you'll just have to stick around to find out!
don't you all hate Neville right now? say 'I' if you do! (screams 'I' really loud)
don't worry…if you didn't say/scream 'I' now, you will in the future…(evil cackle)!
please review, darlings! I love reviews!
