Warnings: Heh, Cannibalism. And i can't speak Welsh.
Consume Thy Enemy
"You did not defeat me before, Harry, and you never will," Voldemort sneered. His hot, and quite stale, breath invaded Harry's nose, much like cigarette smoke. But still Harry refused to show the slightest hint of discomfort, even though he was in a dungeon Merlin knew where while Voldemort brewed a deadly potion of Merlin knew what.
"If I am no threat, why am I tied up, Tom? Fight me in a duel," Harry suggested. He was lounging against the stone slab; he looked like being bound to it was an everyday occurrence. In fact, he looked rather bored.
"Sorry Harry, I need your blood for a potion I've been working on, it combines the magic of the blood to the drinker." He grinned sadistically. "It effects your magic only a little, but have no fear, I plan to kill you no matter what."
"I hope my blood gives you some of my good looks," Harry insulted. Even though Voldemort had used the philosopher's stone, he still resembled a snake more than a man.
"Shut your insolent mout,." Barty Crouch snarled and kicked Harry in the thigh. Harry glared back at the impostor. His polyjuice had worn off twenty minutes ago, and he taunted Harry about it until Voldemort ordered him quiet. Harry felt so stupid about not doing something sooner. He knew something was wrong with Moody and still he did nothing. Idiot, he cursed himself.
It was during the mission to assist in the transportation of artefacts. Harry and Tracey were talking quietly, Harry was telling her about his suspicions of Moody. Roger and Neville were talking to the foreigners and Mandy was scouting. Harry and Tracey watched Moody approach them. He asked to talk to Harry for a moment but Tracey objected. Moody then pulled out his wand and blasted a hex at Tracey. Harry attacked Moody, but he was ready. He grabbed Harry by the neck and then activated a portkey. The next thing Harry knew, he was kneeling before Lord Voldemort. Which brought him to the present.
"Enough Crouch," Voldemort called as he drew a dagger. Ancient runes were etched along the blade. Harry wasn't good with runes, that was Roger and Tracey's area. But he could make out a few that dealt with pain and power. He cut into Harry's skin across the wrist and let the blood drain into a vial he was holding. For Harry it was disconcerting watching his blood leak out of him in such a manner.
Voldemort filled his vial and dropped Harry's wrist. He then turned back to his cauldron and stirred it in.
Harry pressed his wrist against his side to help stop the flow. He had no idea how he was going to get out of this mess. Shit. Unless... it was risky, and he didn't really know the side effects, or if it would even work. No one had attempted it in centuries, probably because it was barbaric. And if it failed, Voldemort was going to be pissed. More than pissed. But really he had nothing to lose. He couldn't just let Voldemort kill him. Not like this. Besides, he was consuming some of Harry's magic; it was only fair that Harry returned the favour. He just needed Voldemort to come very close to him.
Voldemort dipped a goblet into the simmering potion and studied it for a moment before toasting Harry. "Cheers!" He mimicked and then drank. Nothing happened for a moment, Voldemort just stood holding the goblet with his eyes closed. "Yessss," He hissed and then dropped the golden goblet to the stone floor.
His eyes flashed a brilliant red and his body shuddered. Harry could feel his magical power change and triple. He laughed, a bone chilling laugh, and turned his eyes on his prophesised enemy.
"I've been studying too," Harry spoke up casually. He acted aloof, and didn't show any fear of Voldemort multiplying his power. In fact, he acted as if it didn't just happen. "But I've been concentrating on ancient Celtic power rituals."
"Oh? My little Harry is dabbling in Dark Magic now?" Voldemort stepped closer to him. "How quaint!"
"The ministry classifies them as Olde Magick, not dark," Harry replied.
Voldemort shrugged nonchalantly. His power increase must have increased his tolerance of Harry's insolence. Or maybe he was just high on feeling. "Doesn't matter how it's classified by bumbling bureaucrats. It matters what it does to your soul. The craving to do more, to feel more to kill more." He leaned in close to Harry and inhaled deeply. "Yes... I can smell the darkness in you. You used an unforgivable and you crave more." He smiled fondly. "I could take you on as my apprentice." He licked his dry lips.
"No thanks," Harry replied uneasily. Just a little bit closer... come a bit closer! Harry thought desperately.
"I can give you the power you crave." He hissed, Harry dimly noted it was parseltongue. "You could be a great asset to me."
He was in range! Harry could feel the power pulsing through Voldemort, it made him slightly dizzy.
Harry lunged forward baring his teeth.
Voldemort howled as Harry clamped down on his neck. Harry clung hard, ripping Voldemort's throat as he struggled. Voldemort braced himself against Harry's chest and pulled away forcefully. He screamed in rage.
Harry held a mouthful of flesh and blood leaked down his chin as he grinned triumphantly. He swallowed quickly, grimacing at the feel of human flesh sliding down his throat.
"By the power of Daghda, God of Earth and Power, and his beautiful wife, Morrigan, Goddess of War and Death, I consume thee! Thy magic, thy will, thy very essence." Harry chanted. "Grant me thy power!"
A rush of energy flooded through him. He felt high, as if he would float away if he weren't chained up. He could see magic. See his own magic coursing through Voldemort. See the left over traces of polyjuice potion running through Crouch. See the residue drifting through the air from the blood potion Voldemort had consumed. All different colors. Red, gold, green, silver, black, white, blue, purple, yellow, brown, pink. Every magic had a different color. All swirling in the air. Breathing. Living. Magic was alive.
Harry stood up; the chains shattered around him like glass. His magic was gold. Gold all over the chains. Gold all over his hands. Gold. Voldemort was black. Dead. Dead black magic. Dark. Barty was sickly yellow. Wasn't sane. Waste of magic. Hurtful. He had Moody's magic on him. Dark blue. He stole Moody's dark blue. His eye. The magical dark blue eye. Swirling.
Harry couldn't concentrate on anything. Barty was hexing him. Hexing. Shooting his sickly yellow magic at him. But he didn't want it. No. His gold repelled it. It couldn't touch him. No. Scared. Barty was scared. Harry could smell it. It smelled sickly sweet, sickly like his yellow magic. Harry wanted to hurt him. He injured Tracey before they portkeyed here. Tracey. What color was Tracey? Roger? Neville? Mandy? Colors? He wanted to know everyone's color.
Voldemort was advancing on him. He didn't want Voldemort near him. No. Voldemort killed his parents. He wanted his parents. He killed his parents. His black magic consumed them. But it couldn't consume him. It couldn't then and it couldn't now. Even with some of his gold his black still couldn't compare.
More sickly yellow was coming at him. It was annoying. Harry didn't like it. It should have hurt, but it didn't. Barty hurt Moody. Was Moody alive? He needed Barty alive. Barty hurt Tracey. Were the others okay? Okay? They were worried about him. Worried. He needed to return to them. Return. Return. He would bring Barty. Barty would pay.
Barty shrank away as Harry approached. His eyes were golden, shining brightly. Barty shivered in fear. The power rolling off of Harry, it was incredible. Not even Voldemort could approach the boy. Harry grabbed Barty by the shirt. His expression was so fierce that Barty trembled and shook. He didn't want to die. Not like this. Not by him.
But Harry didn't kill him. Before Barty could think they were gone. Apparated.
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Harry had always been very resourceful. He had snuck out of a Transylvanian vampire nest. He had crawled out of the Gobi desert with a serious Chinese Fireball bite. He had slithered out of the Amazon Rainforest while half starved. He was used to doing things the difficult way. Even when it hurt like Hell.
Harry was half way up, or so he hoped, the pipe he slid down previously, he was climbing the craggy tunnel using his one good arm while the other was cradled to his chest. The basilisk head bobbed magically behind him. And he ached. Everywhere. His broken shoulder blade burned. He was exhausted. Starved. Parched. He didn't think he could climb for much longer with only one hand.
He paused to catch his breath and eyed one of the side tunnels that branched off periodically. It was wider than some of the others, and it looked rather promising. He swung his leg over and carefully inched his way to the opening. It was big enough to crawl through. He smiled triumphantly and began working his way slowly through the sludgy pipe.
After ten minutes the pipe began to narrow. A few minutes later it was too narrow for the Basilisk head to fit through and no way was he leaving it behind. Harry cursed and leaned back against the stone wall behind him. He had to be in the dungeons by now. He didn't care where, as long as he could walk he would be fine. He eyed the wall across from him. Solid stone, probably a foot thick. He studied a moment longer. He could use a strong freezing spell and then shatter the wall. It could work.
He placed his palm against the wall and concentrated. He drew his magic from the back of his mind. The magic he wasn't supposed to use. Magic given to him by Daghda. "Rhewllyd." He murmured. Icy tendrils spread from his palm. They seeped deep into the stone, and Harry heard the stone begin to crack from the harsh cold. He grinned and kept his palm against the freezing stone. "Toriadau." He ordered. The wall shattered; stone one foot thick, like glass. Harry breathed a sign of relief and sent a small prayer of thanks to Daghda. It worked!
Harry began to crawl through. The stone led into a sitting chamber, it reminded him of a Professor's quarters. Oh shit, Harry thought as he looked around. They were Professor Snape's quarters, in fact. A fact made glaringly obvious by said professor standing in the middle of the room. Harry finished crawling through the hole he made, and dusted himself off while standing.
"Good morning Professor." He greeted.
"Harry Potter. Would you care to explain why you just blew a giant hole in my wall at four in the morning?" Snape steamed.
"Yes sir, I'll explain. Give me a moment." Harry turned back to the wall and pulled out his wand. He widened the hole a few more feet, much to Snape's protest. He then spelled the head of the basilisk through his hole. Snape gaped at the monstrous head before quickly facing another direction.
"Oh, don't worry sir. Basilisks aren't like Medusas, they can't turn you to stone or kill you once they're dead." Harry reassured.
"Are you telling me the Chamber of Secrets is behind my sitting room wall?" Snape asked in disbelief.
"No, Merlin, that would have made life easier. No. It's through that pipe, down the larger pipe, through the caverns and halls, and then it's the Chamber." Harry rubbed his damaged shoulder. "Do you mind if I go see Dumbledore? The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can go to the infirmary."
Snape glared at Harry, "Right. Fine. Follow me." And so Harry, and the still floating basilisk head, followed.
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"The girls lavatory? How clever." Dumbledore smiled.
"Sir! Yes it's clever, but it's password protected in parseltongue! How are we supposed to get to Harry? He could need our help!" Neville blew up. He and the others had raced up to the Headmaster's office once Myrtle told them she couldn't help them. They woke up the old Professor, and were now standing in his office while the old coot, still in his pyjamas, twinkled his eyes at them. Draco was pretty sure he'd be in the cell next to his father's soon if Dumbledore didn't stop twinkling and smiling soon.
"I don't think you need to worry about Harry's well being." Dumbledore smiled his knowing grin. Roger wanted to peel it off his face and feed it to him.
"And why not?" Roger growled.
"Because I'm right here." Came a weary voice.
Harry Potter stood in the doorway. He was bruised, bloody, and looked horrible. But he was alive, and right then, that's all that mattered. The others were too shocked to move.
"Harry. Professor Snape. So good of you two to join us." Dumbledore greeted.
"Professor Dumbledore." Snape nodded.
Harry collapsed into the nearest chair. "Killed the basilisk." He gestured behind him to the faithful head. Harry frowned as he noticed blood leaking all over the carpet of the office. Had he left a trail of blood from the Chamber to here? Huh. Crazy.
"I see. We owe you a great amount of gratitude then." Dumbledore stood and walked over to Harry. "Are you hurt badly?"
Harry shrugged. "Too much adrenaline running through my system to feel anything right now."
"My dear boy, I do believe you are bleeding profusely." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"Hm? Ah fuck, I am. Sir, may I go to the Infirmary? I'll report back to you as soon as I am done."
"Please Harry, you health is very important. Take your time, we can discuss this later. And I'll contact your commanding officer." Dumbledore gestured him out of the room. The four Myrmidons and Draco followed silently.
Snape shook his head and sighed. "I can't believe he did it Albus."
"Yes, it's good to see his training wasn't wasted." Dumbledore agreed.
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Madame Pomfrey fussed over Harry; she pulled out potions and gauze while waving her wand, diagnosing and healing. "You shouldn't have done any strenuous activity with this shoulder, it tore more muscle," she tutted. Harry offered her a sheepish, but dazzling smile and all was forgiven. Finally, she left Harry to rest on his cot and bustled into her office to order him some food from the house elves.
The Myrmidons swooped down on him, but Mandy spoke first. "Fucking A Harry, don't pull that kind of shit again," Mandy growled. She turned her fierce gaze to Harry. "We were trained to be your soldiers. To help you in battle. And what the fuck do you do? You run off and fight a basilisk by yourself!"
Harry look slightly ashamed, but he argued back. "But it was only a basilisk. Challenging, yes, but really, if Scrimgeour were here he would have broken one of my legs and then thrown me into a pit with it. Alone. And my only weapon would be my fucking teeth."
"Your right my boy, that does sound like something I would do." Scrimgeour's voice boomed in the room. "But it would have been in a controlled environment. What you did was still foolish." He sauntered through the infirmary door, followed by Shacklebolt, Moody, and Dumbledore.
Harry saluted properly to the Minister and his commanding officer before breaking stance and snarling back, "Foolish? I'm preserving my image. Do you think the wizarding world is going to take me seriously if I need help in every battle? I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, I have to do things myself."
"They already know that you've faced Voldemort by yourself three times, once while you were an infant. I don't think the wizarding world needs any more proof that you are serious." He argued back.
The other Myrmidons wisely backed away from the two furious men glaring at each other. Moody and Shacklebolt joined them. Dumbledore remained a few steps behind Scrimgeour.
"I've fought Voldemort face to face twice. You'd think I'd be okay to handle a basilisk."
"Not true. Voldemort makes mistakes. Magical creatures do not."
"No? The basilisk didn't make a mistake by letting me stick a sword through his brainstem?"
"Enough of your insolence boy! Any battle you engage in from now on you must have the Myrmidons. Do I make myself clear?"
"Sir, Yes sir." Harry gritted out.
"What is all this fuss about? That's it. Out of my infirmary." Pomfrey marched out of her office and ordered the aurors out. They all gaped at her in disbelief.
"Excuse me? Madame, I happen to be the Minster of Magic." Scrimgeour frowned at her.
"And I am the head healer of Hogwarts. How is Harry supposed to recover if he's in this stressful environment? He isn't. Now all of you OUT!" She ushered four protesting Myrmidons, two head aurors, one Head Boy, one Minister of Magic, and one Headmaster out of her infirmary. "Honestly." She muttered darkly under her breath.
Harry smiled in relief at her, "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome by boy. Now rest!" She tutted over him for another minute before closing the curtains around him. Harry leaned back on the pillows on his cot and closed his eyes.
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Draco Malfoy trailed after the large, arguing group as they left the Hospital Wing. None of them were paying attention to him as he began to walk slower. He listened to them argue about what do to next, and how they should punish Harry, as they turned the corner. They still didn't notice Draco wasn't with them anymore. He smiled victoriously and doubled back to the doors to the infirmary.
Madame Pomfrey adored Draco. For the past six years he'd been charming her through every visit. Which was often considering his teasing of the Weasleys often resulted in physical violence combined with the fact he didn't heal fast, even with magic.
He pushed open the doors quietly and poked his head through. Pomfrey looked up at his entrance with a raised eyebrow. "Mr. Malfoy, if you are here to terrorize my patient, then you can leave. Right now." She said sternly.
Draco shut the door behind him and gave one of his dazzling smiles to the Healer. "Madame Pomfrey, I just want to sit next to him. I swear I wont disturb him. Malfoy's honor." He held his hand over his heart.
She sighed and shook her head. "All right. But if I hear anything I'm kicking you out."
"Thank you!" He grinned and quickly made his way over to the curtained off cot Harry lie on. He peeked through the curtains and saw Harry lying with his eyes closed. Draco walked to his side and sat in the chair beside the cot.
He was furious with Harry. Absolutely furious. But yelling and screaming at Harry wouldn't get him anywhere, especially with Pomfrey's threat. No, he needed to be Slytherin about sharing his hurt and anger with Harry. He sighed and propped an elbow on the edge of Harry's cot while studying Harry's calloused and tanned hand. Strong fighting hands. He bet a fight between the Weasel and Harry would be a sight to see. The kind those silly Muggleborns were always going on about. Pay-per-vu or something.
"Draco?" Draco jumped as Harry spoke his name.
"Harry! You're supposed to be sleeping." Draco scolded to cover his jump.
"I've been trained as an Auror since I was a toddler. I knew the second you charmed your way past Pomfrey that you were here." Harry smiled wryly.
"Well, since you're awake..." Draco grinned mischievously as he crawled on top of Harry and straddled his waist.
"Draco!" Harry hissed, "We can't do that here."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You pervert. I'm just getting comfy." To prove his point he then laid down on top of Harry's chest and nuzzled up under his chin. Harry's arms came around his waist and anchored him to his side. Draco purred in contentment.
It was a while before Draco chose to speak again. "Harry... you really scared me," He began quietly.
Harry tensed slightly under him. "Draco–"
"No Harry, I don't want an argument. This is a fact: you really scared me." Draco propped his head up so he could look into Harry's eyes. Harry didn't reply. "How did you damage your shoulder?" Draco asked as he traced his finger along Harry's upper arm.
"The Basilisk threw me up against a wall." Harry sighed.
Draco winced and decided to change the subject, "You cast a sleeping spell on me." He frowned, "And you left me with a raging hard on."
Harry chuckled. "Try fighting a basilisk with one. But if we're placing blame here, you moved my trunk with out asking me."
Draco frowned. "Did you want to stay with Crabbe and Goyle?"
"No. But-"
"And you're sleeping in my bed, so wouldn't it be easier if your trunk was in my room?" Draco prodded.
Harry sighed in frustration. "Yes, but Draco, the point is you didn't ask me."
"I'm sorry, I was trying to do something nice for you."
"But it's the principle-"
"Was it wrong to want to do something nice for you? I've done several nice things for you, and what have you done for me?"
"Wait, what?"
"When are you going to do something nice for me?" Draco demanded.
"I've done something nice for you!"
"Oh yeah? Leave me hanging for a month? Hogging my bed? Casting sleep spells on me? Worrying the Hell out of me? AND we still haven't had sex yet."
Harry studied the glaring blonde. "Then lets have sex."
"No. Not until you do something nice for me," Draco hmphed.
"What? But-you said-ugh. Merlin, you drive me crazy." Harry shook his head in frustration.
Draco smiled sweetly at him, "Maybe now you'll think twice before doing anything so reckless again."
Harry just groaned. Draco let out a small laugh before sitting up. "Now I'll let you rest and think about what you're going to do for me. I'm off to sleep, I'm exhausted."
Draco only made it one step before two strong arms encircled him and hauled him back onto the bed. "I don't think so." Harry murmured darkly in his ear, causing Draco to shiver.
"What?" Draco asked breathlessly. Harry was now nibbling on the soft spot below his earlobe.
"You come in here, manipulate me, confuse me, make me feel bad for leaving you, and then you leave me high and dry? I don't think so." Harry grinned ferally and faster than Draco could comprehend, he was on his back with his shirt half way up his stomach as Harry's calloused fingers traced arousing patterns over his skin. And then Harry was devouring him. Rough lips searing against his. Tongue and teeth mashed against his. It was intense. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry tightly and hung on for the ride.
But when Harry's palm slipped into his pants Draco tore away from Harry's mouth. "Harry" he hissed, "Madame Pomfrey is in the room, she can probably hear us." He whispered heatedly.
"You were just complaining a second ago that we haven't had sex yet." Harry reminded darkly.
"Yeah, but we're in the hospital wing. No way. We aren't doing anything in here."
Harry collapsed on his chest and moaned in frustration. "Circe" he swore before wrapping his arms around Draco's middle and burrowing in his side. "You still aren't going anywhere." Harry tightened his hold to emphasize his point.
"I'm not sure I can walk right now anyways." Draco smiled as he ran his fingers through Harry's unruly hair.
Harry smirked. "Good. And when I get out of here tomorrow..."
Draco licked his lips in anticipation, "Mmm, I can hardly wait."
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