Disclaimer: Would I really be bothering to write some far-fetched scheme that fucks with the laws of time so badly if I owned it? Hell yes, but that's not the point. I don't, nor do I own anything else recognizable from other fics - lots... -, Cartoon Network, and such. Only Allison Crestmere and the Hadens, well, only the name. Allison Crestmere is actually an OC made for my beta…
Also, I guess I should dedicate it to that Slipknot song, The Nameless, because I listened to it over and over this week. It's the only Slipknot song I have...
Chapter
9 - In which Draco is an idiot, Harry is emotional, Sirius is...
Sirius, and we finally meet old Voldie. Who I just realized hasn't
been in the story very much...
Or: Don't get too comforatble,
Harry.
Halloween - Midnight
"No, Draco!"
"But Harry!"
"Draco, I will not spy –"
"It's not spying!"
"– on my mate!"
"But –"
"No, Draco, just drop it."
Draco huffed angrily as he watched his stubborn friend storm out of the room. Well, no one said he couldn't spy on his friend's mate/crush/father's-best-friend/… anything else he could think of. Oh, and DADA teacher. And godfather. Now that he thought of it, the whole situation was kinda wrong. But who was he to judge? His friends were fucked up from the first place, so there was no denying it.
Thinking on it now, he didn't know what Harry would do when they got back. Could they ever get back? Probably not. Either way, that would be a pretty confusing future. Poor Sirius would probably be heartbroken – both of them – at the departure.
From the way he saw it, the regaining of Sirius's memories meant that they would either get back, or they would think of some crazed plan to get out of it. They could clone themselves! Yes, the natives to this time period – pity on their souls, the seventies were very music deficient – could clone themselves (bar Peter. The dude was a spineless coward, from what he'd heard and seen of the rat), and the original, along with Harry, Draco, and Sirius could go to America! And terrorize people there! And then they would return in their seventh year, after he and Harry had went poof, along with 5, 6, or even 7 guests that strangely and suspiciously resembled the Marauders and their chosen partners and miscelaneous friends picked up along the way. Wow, that would be an odd picture. And get the Defense job. That would explain why Sirius didn't know anything further than this year; they were clones! But… that meant that their professor, Sirius, was a clone! Or maybe…
Shaking out of his thoughts, Draco stepped back up to the scrying bowl and bowed his head, silently asking to see one Sirius Black.
And panicked.
-Sirius-
Sirius Black was in the Astronomy tower, and currently sat on one of the windows when the door banged open, causing him to lose his balance. Suddenly a pale, perfectly manicured hand reached out and grabbed his collar, though he was still slipping. The pale hand jerked upright swiftly, and they both tumbled on the flagstones beneath the window. The door boomed open yet again, and Harry stood at the door. His eyes narrowed at the scene. Ah, veeery incriminating, in all.
(1)
"Draco. You have about two seconds to get your ass off of him and explain what the hell you were doing." Inside, he was having insecurities. His mate didn't want him! Oh, no, it wasn't supposed to go this way! He wasn't supposed to break down or be weak, he was supposed to be the strong one, and be the wooer. And it looked like he'd never have that chance again.
Just as Draco opened his mouth to answer, Harry waved his hand, feigning nonchalance, and said, "You know what, never mind. I'll understand."
And with that, he ran off, leaving two confused almost-men on the floor. Suddenly Draco realized what had happened, and dragged Sirius to his feet, before commenting casually, "This is right before he goes into homicidal maniac stage, so this would be the best time to talk to him and try to kick some sense into him. In plebian terms, get your ass out that door, find my best friend, explain, grovel, do anything you can to calm him down! For magic's sake, if not for Harry, for the school! Do you know how much power he can use at once without getting tired? No? Me neither. No one does. And with the revealing of his heritage, his power doubled."
(2)
Sirius's eyes were widening gradually all through the rant, and towards the end, they could no longer open any further.
"Oh dear lord, you just fucked the world over!" Sirius exclaimed, deducing that Blondie had been the evil one to barge in, scare him, make him fall, rescue him, put them in a very awkward situation, and get Harry upset.
"Me? How me?"
Sirius repeated his theory, then asked cautiously, albeit a little suspiciously, "and how the hell did you know I was in here?"
Draco shifted slightly on his feet, wondering whether the trust of Harry was worth more than the world. Mentally smacking himself on the forehead, he figured that maybe Sirius would forget if he shoved him out to find Harry.
"No time now. Find Harry. Calm him down. And kiss him." Did I just say that? Oops.
Sirius was a little confused at the last bit, but chose to ignore it. For now.
-Harry-
Harry ran down the hallway, desperately trying to find his mother. Or gotto the chamber, whichever one came first.Damn it, he couldn't do it anymore!
Before he could find Lily, he slumped on the wall. And cried.
He cried for all of the shit that he'd had thrust upon him.
For all of the deaths he'd caused, for all of the pain he'd delivered.
For being such a worthless freak who deserved nothing, for being such a disappointment.
For the fact that everyone relied so heavily upon him, and all he wanted to do was tell them to fuck off, and to find another fucking savior to save the world, and then damn it again by the stupidities of man.
For being such a bad mate that his mate no longer wanted him, and for getting said mate killed.
Exhaustion from all of the emotional trauma and pain brought back to the surface, he now lay in a limp huddle on the floor. He fell asleep without even realizing that he'd cast wandless obscuring charms, set so that no one except his friends could pass or see him. Without even seeing the damage that he'd brought to the castle.
-Sirius-
Boulders rained down even in the dungeons as Sirius frantically waited for the Marauders' Map to come to him. The foundations of the castle wavered, though it did not collapse in on itself.
The only part of the castle to remain unscathed was the hallway surrounding one Harry Potter.
Zooming into the air, the map rested in front of Sirius, and he plucked it from the air quickly, muttering a quick 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,' before scanning it. The dot labeled Harry Potter – with 'Shadow' marked below it, in messy emerald ink – was in a stationary position in the corridor near the second floor girls' bathroom. Without a thought, Sirius ran haphazardly towards him.
When he finally came across him, he could have cried at the delicate beauty he saw. The hair was plastered to the sides of his face, and the glamour had been dropped. His hands clenched at his temples as if in a nightmare, and the nail varnish was chipped. Sirius always wondered how he could find time to paint his nails when he was hardly ever out of his glamour.
Sirius rushed towards him. Flinging to the ground beside Harry's side, he felt his pulse, before remembering that – vampires don't have a bloody pulse! He saw the hands clench tighter, though, and knew that his – when had he become his? – Harry was alive.
He did the only thing he could, and brought the restlessly slumbering teen into his lap. He caressed his hair lightly, whilst dropping occasional and sporadic kisses on the scar, which he noted – panicked – was bloody.
With a start, Harry's startling eyes snapped open, and he uttered one sentence: "He's coming."
-Voldie-
Voldemort was extremely pleased to know that Hogwarts wards had been weakened.
Instead of taking up a week worth of planning, he had ordered his troops to attack Hogwarts immediately. From experience, he knew that Hogwarts' wards were always keyed directly into the current headmaster and heads of houses. This meant that the barmy old coot would have lost about a quarter of his power. There would be absolutely nothing to stop him. Of course, he was, as yet, ignorant of our hero.
He was so ecstatic in fact, that he never knew that a foreign presence was seeing the world from his own eyes, also.
And the presence knew for a fact that old Voldie would be mightily pissed off if he ever found out.
-Dumbledore-
He cursed under his breath as he began repairing his own office. The rest of the school would take far too long for his liking.
He didn't bother to try and veil his obscenities this time, and cursed colorfully. Fawkes whacked him across the head.
The wards had been breached, and the castle was being stormed.
-Harry-
Harry and his friends were gathered in the Room of Requirement, once again.
"We all know that his attacking the school will result in chaos. I say that we hide all of the younger years or barricade them in the common rooms. Anyone not in them already will be brought to the kitchens. House elves are, contrary to popular belief, strong, and will protect the young of the castle. They will also heal any students who got hurt during my… ah… well, during the partial destruction of the castle. Students in sixth year or higher will be able to choose whether or not they fight. If they choose not to, the will be sent to the kitchens, like the younger and wayward students. The same choice goes for all of you, but I am fighting. It's my destiny. Even before the prophecy… No, so what'll it be, guys?" He gave a sarcastic grin.
There were several, rather loud choruses of 'no way in hell I'm letting you have all of the fun' and 'he's insane, to think that we'd not come…' confirmed his beliefs that he had friends loyal beyond belief.
"I'm taking off my glamour right now, because even if it doesn't take much effort, it's always sapping off my power. Anyone else with such afflictions may do the same," he said, and sent pointed looks toward Moony and Lily. From a Dark Arts book last year, he had learned that there were some physical characteristics that were earned upon the turning into a werewolf. "We will talk about it later, and if you wish, the rest may be obliviated. Except for me, of course. Because I'm special," and with a wink he was off to clear the halls. Or he could just banish them…
Remus and Lily had their glamours off, and Harry did his own. Others in the room gasped, but they were ignored. He decided to send James and both Siriuses out to herd the students, as their fairly normal visages would not creep the students out; while he, Remus, and Lily would alert the teachers. He decided that they would all talk to Dumbledore at once.
After two minutes of being what appeared as blurs to the rest of the school, they reached the teaching quarters. Seeing as it was about three o'clock in the morning, they were mostly all asleep and as such, would all still be in their quarters.
Harry conjured a large bell and rang it loudly to wake the teachers up, and then conjured a megaphone.
"Will all teachers please report to the common room? Yes, I assure you that it is of the utmost importance," he shouted, and his 'troop' all winced at the volume.
The teachers herded themselves out of their rooms grumbling, but Harry could care less. Some of them gasped as they saw the inhuman images that his troop presented.
"The castle is being infiltrated by Voldemort. Yes, you heard right, Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Now I need you all to seal the common rooms and any wayward students should go to the kitchen. Sixth year and above have the choice to fight or not; if they decline, send them to the kitchens."
The teachers didn't even protest at being ordered around by a seventh year and exited the room in favor of completing their tasks.
-Sirius-
Sirius was just finishing herding the students into the kitchens when something heavy bumped into him and knocked him down. He allowed a worried smile to grace his face when he saw the face of Harry Potter.
"Harry, not that I don't love this position and all, but what're you doing?"
Harry seemed to sigh before he got up, offering his hand to Sirius. "I figured we needed to talk."
"Talk?"
"Yes, talk."
Sirius pouted, but relented as Harry's hand jerked him upright. Absentmindedly, he noticed that his hand was still in the other as Harry led them to a nearby classroom, which, conveniently, was the one Harry and Lily used often, right down the hallway of the humpbacked witch.
Once they were both settled on – separate, really, everything was far too awkward to be all snugly again – couches, Harry massaged his temples.
The atmosphere was very tense and Sirius could probably only cut the tension with that awesome, power filled, extremely dark scythe of the Grim Reaper's from the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. Right now, he's completely blaming his knowledge of it on the stupid muggle television.
Finally, after three minutes, he blurted, "What was that about earlier?"
Harry played innocent and asked, "What was what? A lot of stuff happened earlier."
"From the time you barged in on the scene in the Astronomy Tower – oh, you probably want me to explain that, don't you?" At Harry's nod, he continued, "Well, I was sitting on the window in the tower when the door burst open. I almost fell out of the window, but a hand pulled me up. Both of us fell on the floor and into that extremely incriminating position" shudder "and then you opened the door. Then, Draco –"
In a dangerous whisper with narrowed eyes, Harry repeated, "draco?"
"Yes, Draco. Anyway, he explained that I had to go find you. Never did tell me how he found me, either. I suppose that there is always the map, but James had ours in his trunk, and you always carry yours."
Muttering at the stupidities of his friend, Harry allowed a relieved smile to grace his face. All just a misunderstanding. Though, he would have to yell at Draco for spying on his mate later, when the castle wasn't under attack.
"And I suppose you wish for me to explain what my problem was? Well…"
Sirius glared at him until he continued.
"Do you know anything about vampires? Other than what I have told you?"
He shook his head.
"Shit. This'll be surprising then. Vampires have a life mate, only one. I suppose you could fathom a guess as per who mine is? And no, Draco is not mine. Though, I did make out with him once, but that was a year ago…"
"Ah, then. Me?"
"Yes, you. I suppose you think it's horrid for you then."
"No!" After about five seconds of contemplation, he added, "I'd like to give it a try. If it does not work out though, could we survive as friends? I'd like to stay friends if it doesn't work."
It was Harry's turn to think. He was never told that they had to be romantically involved with their mate, though it was probably the most common – civilized vampires weren't very common these days, though, are they? – case.
"Yes, I suppose we could."
Brightly, Sirius smiled, got up, and joined Harry on his couch.
"But there's still the attack…"
"Yes, I will interrogate you later about that… But for now –"
He was cut off as another pair of lips met his own in a chaste kiss.
-TBC-
1 - Yeah, these were my thoughts in the beginning of Into the Blue, which I was watching yesterday, when the dude (I didn't get names… the characters were all pretty hot) and his brother were wrestling. And when the ditzy slut got killed, I had the insane thought of the dude – played by Paul Walker – his brother, and Sam – portrayed by Jessica Alba – in a threesome. Damn, fanfiction makes you think the oddest thoughts at the most inopportune moments.
2 - Yes, I decided to make it a fairly Super!Harry-ish fic. Sorry. I'm trying to add flaws, and his inferiority complex is definitely one of them. He seems confident in most things, but there are places that he just feels lower than shit in. Like family. And real relationships. I also realized that I left out toooons of things, but I'll try to explain later. Like Hedwig (totally forgot her at the beginning, and it was way too late to add her.) As for Draco's sexual orientation, I'm making him bi so my beta can get the requested pairing of DMOC. Which probably won't happen, as I'm making it RLDM. Well, at least that explains some things. And the idea of what they would do after the year was actually my own idea. Kinda improbable, but mine. I'm so proud of myself. Lol.
Well, the long awaited 'first kiss' is up finally. This was a lot different from what I'm used to writing, so criticism is, as always,welcome.
So, until next time,
Your hero, most wonderful, eeeevilest, and overall best author,
Cher
